Extra "Quiet Night Study".

“How would the story unfold if nothing had happened?”

In this episode, what had not happened before was the "milk accident" at the beginning. Mrs. Tillyn put the medicine in red wine, but Siouville did not drink alcohol. This plan was aborted, and it was developed based on this. It was very short, probably equivalent to the introduction of another story...

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Siouville returned to the table and always felt something was wrong.

He has a good memory.

If you are not mistaken, the milk jug is placed on the other side of the table.

The maid hasn't cleaned up the place yet.

They were busy carrying the ballerina out.

So who moved the milk jug?

Are Arnold or Raphael awake?

Siouville sincerely hoped that they would not notice this scandal - their mother drugged a wine and tried to send a strange woman to his bed. He really didn't want to think too much about what impact this would have on the two children.

Although most of the noble lives are corrupt, in the noble and ancient Siouville family, a glamorous and pure appearance is still very important.

Siouville looked at the milk jug for a while.

It has indeed been passive.

Not only that.

It's a little less.

He reached out his hand and wanted to check the milk jug.

Suddenly, the tablecloth was lifted off.

A pair of slightly dirty hands stretched out from under the table, with thin and weak fingers, with a little frozen blue-white. At first glance, someone put a porcelain doll under the table.

Siouville felt his heart beating still.

He hasn't been so frightened in years.

But the next scene successfully turned his fright into anger.

A dirty black-haired slave emerged from under the dining table.

She didn't expect someone outside, so she almost fainted from fright.

"Who told you to come in?" Every time Siouville said a word, he felt a fire on his head. "Shouldn't you stay in the dog house?"

"I..." Karan hadn't recovered yet.

"Don't!" Siouville immediately interrupted her and took a few steps back, as if he had seen a plague patient, "Don't talk to me, get out quickly."

He opened the door and Karan fled in panic.

The wooden house was so cold that it turned the breath that was exhaled into ice.

Karan lost consciousness shortly after lying down.

When she woke up, there was a warm yellow light in front of her eyes.

Flashes, gentle and moving.

"Are you awake?" The gentle voice also had a hint of familiarity.

Karan identified in the fire for a while and found that the person who was talking was Raphael.

It's "that" Raphael!

That all-around noble boy who is known to everyone in school!

Raphael Siouville.

"I heard my father scolding the servants in the middle of the night, as if someone had put the slaves in the castle." Raphael flipped the charcoal fire, "He said he had driven the slaves out... so I guess you would be here. It wouldn't work without a heater in this weather."

The wooden house was not powered, so Raphael got a charcoal brazier.

"This should not be burned for too long, and it must be kept ventilated." He ignored Karan's puzzled gaze and continued, "This is how... you sneak into the castle to sleep in the evening. Then I'll go out for a run in the morning and open a secret door for you."

Karan slowly sat up from the ground: "Why help me?"

She was reluctant, but couldn't help but want to approach the fire.

"Of course I can't watch you freeze to death," Raphael said.

He has a kind of reassuring and trusting temperament.

Karan obeyed his advice and quietly returned to the castle to sleep every night.

At first, she hid in the uninhabited grocery room and spent the night quietly. Later, her courage gradually grew and she began to roam the uninhabited castle. She gradually became familiar with the structure here and knew how to avoid bodyguard patrols and enter some places where few people were involved.

There is an observatory here.

There is also a collection room dedicated to the ancient armor.

Owls occasionally stop on the large terrace.

There are 108 steps in the spiral stairs.

...

Karan explored all night and was never discovered.

So she became more courageous.

Once, she tried to step into the big study.

This is simply a small museum, with not only books, but also various novel collections that have never been seen before. Karan spent countless nights and could not count them. She still sighed at its extravagance after reading them a hundred times or a thousand times.

She finally understood that when some people could not even step into the museum door, some people could move the museum into their homes. She remembered the bill that deprived her fellow citizens of their right to education, and felt even more angry.

"It would be great if I could emptie the place." Karan thought to himself.

But she definitely couldn't do it.

But she can bring all this knowledge into her mind.

So she changed her schedule, slept during the day, and came to the big library to read books at night.

The first time, the second time... until the tenth time, things went smoothly.

But one night, the door of the big library was pushed open.

Karan hurriedly put out the lantern.

All the lights lit up and dimmed down again, and in the end only one was left by the table.

She hid behind the bookshelf and saw the arrogant and cold silver-haired man walking in. His cane hit the ground with a crisp sound, getting closer and closer to Karan. She became more and more nervous and her breathing became more and more difficult.

Fortunately, he didn't move forward any further.

It's strange.

He didn't read the book either.

There was no obstacle behind Karan, and the only hidden point was the summer vacation. She felt that the worst result now was to be discovered by this man and throw it out and slaughtered.

So she suddenly became less afraid.

She poked her head out and looked around.

The man fell asleep.

He fell asleep in the study?

No, what's even more strange is why he came to the study to sleep?

Karan couldn't figure it out.

She held the lamp, stood on tiptoe, and slipped away carefully.

The next night.

The male owner of the manor came to sleep in the study again.

His side face was so beautiful that it was unreal under the glimmer of light.

Karan even felt that he was like the oil paintings below, static and eternal, without any change. She felt that she shouldn't come here to read books because that man often appeared.

Wait a little longer, and when he fell asleep thoroughly, she quickly slipped away and never came again.

Karan waited with breath.

But that person was not sleeping soundly today.

He woke up once in a few minutes, his posture changed slightly, and he seemed to have fallen asleep, but he seemed to have not.

Karan dared not go out like this.

She sat stiffly all night, and early the next morning, when the man left the study, she hurried back to the wooden house.

The weather is getting warmer.
To be continued...