mud buddha

The inside of the house is quite clean and tidy, without any complicated decorations or expensive ornaments. At first glance, it looks like an ordinary hunter's wooden house.

In the living room is a low table with round cushions on the left and right sides.

"Look, I don't have any place to sit here." Bastian didn't sit on the cushion, but sat down by the coffee table with his legs crossed: "At least there are no cloth sofas that you nobles like." Fleece blanket or something."

Niebel let Benoit sit on the cushion, and sat opposite Bastian himself: "If conditions permit, it is human instinct to pursue comfort."

"Laziness and inability to endure hardship are beautified by you as noble virtues."

"I found one thing, Basile." Nibel said slowly: "You always think too much. With all due respect, you completely misinterpreted my meaning. If the weakness of the nobleman is the desire for ease, your weakness is It's just too cynical."

Bastian put the glass on the coffee table, and there was a "bang", and the cider in it splashed out better.

"Say it straight, Mr. Roswell."

"I still miss the time when you called me master." He resisted to pay attention to the sight of the cider stain on the table: "How well-behaved and sensible you were at that time."

"Sometimes I really should learn from you. You have nothing now, but dare to challenge others like this."

"You really should learn from me. Why do you say I have nothing?"

"Don't you know that?"

"You're talking about my property? In fact, you can destroy my property, but you can't destroy my talent, so that little thing can't shake my foundation."

Benoit sat quietly, holding his face and looking at the decoration in the room.The main color here is a warm light brown color, and the walls are made of wood, with some dark brown spots unevenly distributed.There was a collection of guns and cartridge cases hanging on the wall, and a rag and a small jug on the windowsill, which Benoit guessed were used to grease the guns, because every gun in his vision was shining brightly.

Bastian's face was ugly: "Aren't you here for revenge?"

"Who do I take revenge on? Mrs. Mill, oh no, she should be called Mrs. Linton now. She did ask me to help with revenge, but I don't think it's necessary. It's normal to lose money in business, just earn it back."

"You don't care?" Bastian stared, shocked.

"I do not care."

The person on the opposite side had a pale face, gritted his teeth, and the masseter muscles on his cheeks were bulging hard.

"Then since you don't care, why are you here looking for me?" Bastian took another sip from his cup.

"I thought you were waiting for me. Otherwise, I wouldn't have specially settled Hermes."

Bastian hiccupped in front of Nibel, but Nibel didn't even frown.Bastian asked, "I knew it. You're a smart man. Did Jane tell you everything?"

"Yes."

"Then, did she say...about the child?"

"Didn't you know she had a miscarriage?"

"I know, it's just...you don't understand, and you don't love her." His brows loosened a little.

"So does she love you?"

As soon as the words fell, Bastian's face changed drastically: "What does it have to do with you?"

"She doesn't love you, so naturally she won't have children with you. You forced him, you are such a scum."

"Are you qualified to speak to me?"

"I never force anyone."

As if he was choking on the bread, Bastian blushed and his throat was thick, and his Adam's apple rolled up and down several times: "I just don't understand, she can be with that soft bastard Mir, she can be with you, why can't she be with me? Mir Not even capable of getting her pregnant! We could have lived happily ever after! If it wasn't for Mir, if it wasn't for you!"

"You're so irritable, it's hard to imagine her being happy with you."

"When I found her, she rejected me. I thought it was because of Mir's obstruction. After finally handling him, I found out that she was with you behind Mir's back."

"So you realize that Jane isn't with you out of necessity, but because she doesn't love you?"

"Without you, she would definitely fall in love with me."

Nibel frowned: "I think you are crazy. You don't respect her at all. Since she said she doesn't love you, then you should find the reason from yourself."

"When I knew her, I was earlier than you." Bastian blushed and took another swig of wine: "I was penniless at that time, and I had a shady identity—"

"So you're really the illegitimate son of the previous boss?"

Bastian stared at Nibel, and continued without hesitation: "When I finally got money, I came back to find her, but she ignored me. She married Mir for money, and cheated on you for love. .But she refused to give me even a little bit of nostalgia or pity."

"You've lived in your own world for too long." Nibel sighed, "It doesn't make sense with a paranoid person like you."

"It would be fine if both you and him died, and she can only commit herself to me."

"She's doing fine without you and me now, and without Mir."

"I know."

"But that's not the purpose of my coming today." Nibel stood up, kicked Bastian hard in the stomach, grabbed Bastian by the collar and asked him, "Why did you burn Xiayun Villa?" ?”

Bastian's face was covered with light pink brought by alcohol, and his eyes were clear: "You just want to ask me this?"

"Strictly speaking, this is not a question but a question."

"Because I want you to die." Bastian smacked his lips: "After you died, I just escorted Mir to the court, and got rid of two of my biggest worries in one go."

"There are so many people there, what if someone else is involved? You can burn my house down."

"Not long after I arrived at your house, your house burned down, and there were all your people there, didn't I throw myself into a trap?" Bastian smiled half-smile: "As for the so-called others, I don't care about you guys." How about these cold-blooded nobles. There are poor people who starve to death and freeze to death on the street at any time, and you are buried in the fire at the ball and the sound of music, isn't it the beauty that you nobles pursue?"

"You are really righteous." Nibel kicked Bastian again, pulling him to his knees on the ground, only to find that Bastian's crotch was pushed up at some point.A nausea came over me, and Nibel stomped on it hard.

"I'm sorry, I'm a little drunk. People are very excited at this time." Bastian's tone returned to Basile's weakness. "When I think of nobles like you screaming in the fire, shaking your limbs, and dancing until you die, I can't help—"

Nibel's kick was so hard that Bastian groaned, but it got harder.He clutched his belly and grinned.

"You're really gross."

"Disgusting? A lowly, lowly poor man like me—"

"What happened to the poor?" Benoit got up and walked over: "Why are the poor so inferior?"

"Monsieur Guy! What a pity you survived the fire."

Nibel kicks Bastian again.

"You have always been weak and sick, but you are lucky. You join a wealthy family, and you get to know all capable people. Even when you encounter disasters, there are people who will follow you."

Benoit frowned: "You don't want to live anymore?"

"To be honest, the center of my life, my ideal, my supreme dream was Jane. But now that she has left me, what is the meaning of my life?"

"You are an extremely selfish villain." Benoit sighed. "Don't be so sentimental. If you really love her, will you force her? The one you love the most is yourself. Otherwise, as you said, you have lost the center of your life and the supreme dream. Why are you still lingering on your last breath? "

Bastian opened his eyes and stared at the ground: "No, my favorite is Jane. It's not what you said, my favorite is obviously Jane!"

"Then you don't go to find her, and you don't go to die, why are you hesitating?" Nibel said indifferently. "But even if you go to her, she will tell you to die."

They didn't speak until they walked out of the wooden house and out of the thrush.

While waiting for the carriage, Benoit finally said: "I thought he would resist and fight with you or something. He has so many guns, it scared me at first."

"You're right, he really doesn't want to live anymore. He probably waited for me to end him, such as revenge or something."

"Then he finds out that you don't care at all."

"I guess he felt that all his previous hard work was in vain. After all, he knelt down to please my trust. Kneeling to the nobleman he hates the most..."

"Then Mrs. Linton, don't you avenge her?"

"Why should I help her? She just wants to stay away from Bastian, and now Bastian doesn't want to go to her."

"He loves her so much, why doesn't he go to her?"

"Didn't you say that he loves himself the most. As long as Linton is not with others, Bastian will not look for her."

"What a selfish bastard."

The carriage stopped in front of the two, and Nibel gave an address, and the two got into the carriage.

"Fortunately, he told me where Mrs. Robinson was when I asked."

"Why are you in such a hurry to find Mrs. Robinson?"

"She is a smart and capable woman." Niebel squinted his eyes, and found that Benoit turned to look at him, and quickly added: "I am just a business partner with her."

"I know."

"I have her shares in my winery. She is really talented in making money. Many men feel ashamed. I don't believe that she really handed over all those things."

Benoit nodded, leaned back in the chair and began to close his eyes and meditate.The roads in the city are very smooth, and when the carriage is quiet, the only sound that can be heard is the wheels rolling over the ground, as if something is evenly crushing the sand.

"Are you in good health?"

"Very good." Benoit didn't even open his eyes.

"Then you—are you angry?"

"Why are you angry?"

"What happened between me and Mrs. Linton..."

Benoit half-opened his eyes and looked at Nibel with a half-smile: "I don't mind, but if I really care about it, I'm afraid I will shorten my life by 20 years."

"Don't say that." Nibel quickly grabbed Benoit's hand.Benoit didn't hide, but he didn't respond either. Nibel knew that the other party must still mind, and rubbed Benoit's wrist while begging for mercy.

Benoit closed his eyes again, Nibel grabbed his wrist and kissed the place where the blue veins were showing.Seeing that Benoit ignored him, he leaned over, hugged Benoit's arm and kissed his shoulder. "From the moment you see me, I'm yours."

Hearing this, Benoit finally opened his eyes.The light in the carriage was dim, and his yellow eyes looked hazy and dim.

"When you ignore me, my heart will be broken." Nibel looked at Benoit with a pair of blue eyes.Benoit snorted: "Slick tongue."

"It's not glib. It's just that after seeing you, I feel that these words have to be said, and they are not controlled by me."

Nibel turned over, propped his knees on the chair, and sat across Benoit's lap, saying that the sitting was not complete, because he was more like kneeling in front of Benoit with his knees open, and did not sit on it.

His chest was facing Benoit's face. Benoit could see the diamond-shaped burn scar on Nibel's neck. Printed on.

"I knew earlier that I would prepare some medicine for scar removal." The skin of the scar was more delicate than other places, and Benoit's breath hit it, and Nibel's toes couldn't help curling up.

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