The Sin of Ludwigs

Anne and I were forcibly wheeled into the living room.

This should be a villa used for vacation or hunting. The living room is covered with parquet floors and fine wood wainscoting. A large chandelier with golden paintings and crystals on the beams sparkled in its firelight, and beside the fireplace there were sofas and armchairs covered with red velvet.

Probably because of the excessive fright that shocked my brain, the first thing I noticed when I stepped into the living room of this house was not the people here, but all kinds of insignificant details, like encountering predators Just as the first response of a panicked herbivore is to stand still, my brain presumably decides that no response is the best response in extreme panic.

I saw three people who weren't supposed to be here—Ian, Elvis, and Lord Fred were all there, Ian was standing with his hands behind his back facing the door, he was wearing only a shirt, on the sofa Throwing away a very thick black overcoat used for horse riding; Baron Fred leaned on the back of the recliner very relaxedly, looking at me with a smile, while Elvis only left me a profile, I couldn't see his expression clearly from my angle.

Seeing that Ian, who was pushed in by the servants, was striding towards the door, the expression on his face and body movements were obviously angry, I subconsciously pulled Annie and protected her behind me.

This action obviously irritated him even more.

"Why, are you so afraid of what I'll do to that bitch?" He walked up to me and grabbed my collar, pulling me roughly, "Is it as long as it's a woman? Are you going to listen to them?"

Annie rushed forward screaming, trying to pull Ian's hand away, but he easily pushed it away with one hand, and then two servants held her down.

"Edmund!"

"Annie!"

I tried to break Ian's hand away, but under his anger, he was so strong that he almost dragged me across the distance from the door to the fireplace like a dead dog, and pushed me to Elvis before.

Because he strangled my neck when he pulled my collar, as soon as Ian let go, I coughed dryly involuntarily, and even tears came out.

Elvis looked at me in silence, didn't speak, I couldn't even distinguish the expression on his face under the jumping firelight, compared with Ian who directly expressed anger, it was his kind of expression that seemed like a volcanic eruption. The calm before me is even more frightening.

"Oh, it's better for Lord Ian to calm down. You see, Mr. Edmund is so scared that you can't speak."

Baron Fred spoke with a smile as if he was watching the show from the sidelines.

It’s okay if he didn’t talk, but when he spoke, I immediately understood that this was just a trap set against me—what helped us leave, what sought excitement in life, lies, all lies!

"You betrayed us, you perfidious hypocrite! Why did you do this?!"

If looks could kill, I believe I've killed the Baron a thousand times.

"Oh, don't speak so harshly, Mr. Edmund." The baron didn't seem worried at all about me rushing up to give him a punch, "Although I sincerely hope that you will have the opportunity to show your ability, look at God Will there be a miracle to allow a pair of poor lovers to safely reach the Garden of Eden in their minds, but you know, the will of the big man is always irresistible, and the little man has only one choice to obey."

He smiled at me and raised the crystal clear goblet in his hand, swirling the red wine liquid in the glass.

"As a small pleasure in a boring life, Lord Ian and I made a small bet under the witness of Lord Elvis—betting that when you have a chance to escape, will you choose to leave or choose to escape?" Stay? In order to successfully complete this gamble, I asked several beautiful ladies to help me. Of course, you also know the result. You chose to believe in me, but Mr. Ian lost—thank you very much for your generosity, here I got a thousand-hectare piece of land at the casino."

I subconsciously glanced back at Annie, she looked at me in panic and shook her head desperately: "Edmund! I didn't lie, I didn't lie to you!"

"Oh, I seem to have kept a secret. I forgot to tell Miss Anne about the gamble, but she definitely played no less role than Miss Caroline and Miss Selena." The baron thought for a while, and suddenly realized "If it wasn't for Miss Annie's cooperation, I guess you are still hesitating who to believe. I heard a saying that a hero is sad and a beauty passes. It seems that it is true."

Even when he said such shameless words, Baron Fred still maintained a very elegant demeanor, and the more he said, the uglier Ian's face became, as if he would strangle me to death in the next second.

"What kind of hero, he is simply a fool - so stupid that any woman's words can fool him around!"

This ridiculous truth made me feel dizzy for a while. I could only take a deep breath to calm myself down. After all, Anne and my fate are now at stake.

After sorting out the whole thing, I realized that anger is useless. It doesn't matter whether the Duke's incident in North Carolina is true or not. The only thing I need to determine is whether Elvis sent the letter to Go out, and, did the reply arrive.

As long as the Duke confirms my identity, no one can stop me from leaving, and if the letter is not delivered, then I can only rely on the fact that the Higgs family will still care about my reputation among the nobles.

I turned my head to look at Elvis, since I stepped here, he has maintained the posture of looking at the fireplace, as if studying the exquisiteness of the patterns on it.

"Master Elvis, there is a question that has always been in my heart, and I want to get the truth - did you really write to the Governor of England about me?"

Elvis, who hadn't looked at me all this time, finally turned his head.

"Of course," he said.

"Then where is the reply from His Royal Highness the Duke of Lane?" I asked him, "It doesn't matter if His Royal Highness is in New Jersey or North Carolina, the reply should have arrived at this time—are you going to tell me that His Royal Highness is not willing to Reply to the master of the Higgs family, so it hasn't arrived yet?"

Elvis looked at me intently, and when I wondered what excuse he was going to make, he spoke.

He said, "Ludwig, why did you betray me?"

I didn't expect him to ask such a question at all. After being surprised, I felt my blood boil, and a flame of anger swept through my whole body in an instant.

"It was you who betrayed me first!" Under the anger, my voice shocked even myself, "I believed your words and signed a contract with you, but you betrayed me and let me die without knowing it. You committed a double crime—and now you're accusing me of betraying you!"

"I only signed a contract with you, but you handed it over to another person, and you used excuses to delay the end of the contract-you didn't intend to let this agreement end at all, and you didn't want me to leave Fu Manor Ligou! You also allow them to trample my dignity under their feet, like a clown in an opera house for fun!"

Ian's face suddenly changed, and Baron Fred let out an "ah", showing a look of surprise, his eyes swept back and forth between me, Ian and Elvis, and finally turned into a sign Deep smile.

Facing my furious accusations, Elvis remained calm, even his tone of voice remained unchanged.

"Since you can accept Elvis William Haggs, why can't you accept Ian William Higgs?" He said calmly, "He is my twin brother, that is, another me. , isn't it?"

I couldn't believe that such an extremely shameless remark could be said so directly from the usually polite Elvis.

"What nonsense are you talking about! Are you crazy," I almost cried, "what do you take me for, the women around him, your slave? How can you say Say something like that!"

"You were originally a slave of the Higgs family."

"I am not a slave. I have already said that I am the nobleman of the Grand Duchy of Württemberg, Viscount Ludwig Franchemon Edmund, Count Elvis. You want to send a blue-blooded noble Treated as a slave, will I not fear the wrath of my lord and the wrath of God?"

In the face of my anger, Elvis was silent for a moment.

"In fact, I have already received the reply from the House of the Duke of Lane. The Duke told me in the letter that there is indeed a Lieutenant Colonel Ludwig Francaimon Edmund from the Duchy of Württemberg in his army," He spoke slowly, as if carefully considering how to express it in the most appropriate words: "But this lieutenant colonel was unfortunately injured in the battle with the bandits in Bambeck Town after arriving in the New World, and he passed away a month ago. Obituary It has been sent from the Ducal Palace to Europa to express our deep regret to the Kings of England and Württemberg."

"Nonsense!" I was already jumping up in anger for this absurd statement: "I was indeed attacked by robbers in Bamberg, but I am still alive and standing here now!"

In response to my reaction, Ian just folded his hands on his chest and sneered.

"He is right. The old man wrote in his letter that Lieutenant Colonel Edmund is dead, and you are just a liar who uses the identity of others; the Haggis family has the responsibility to maintain the order of the colony, and the governor requires The Higgs family immediately took measures to hang the liar who pretended to be someone else's noble status."

Ian took a step closer, quickly grabbed my arm, and approached me with a deep malice: "In other words, you are just a liar without any identity who will be wanted throughout the colony, No matter where you go, if you are caught by the sheriff, they can hang you without trial-and I have this power."

I shook off his hand with the greatest strength, and almost hit his cheek because of too much force, and Ian's face suddenly became more gloomy.

"This is the most absurd statement I've ever heard. It's nothing more than turning black and white. It's not true. What method did you use to deceive the Duke's perception? I want to go to New Jersey to meet His Royal Highness the Duke of Lane!"

Elvis tapped on the armchair, and George, the valet, came in at once, an envelope in his hand.

"The duke's reply is here. If you think I'm lying, you can read the original letter yourself."

I took a wary step back.

"I won't believe it. This is a scam, a complete scam. You have deceived me once, and I will not believe you again. I have the status of a nobleman, and I have paid the price I should pay, so You can’t break your promise, now, I demand the result agreed in the contract—let me leave in my rightful capacity.”

Elvis let out a deep sigh.

"The basis for fulfilling your promise is that you are indeed a nobleman, but the duke's reply has proved that you are not. You should know the rules, only slaves and commoners are not negotiable. Since you have lost all your identities, then you There is no longer any right to make any demands."

"I don't believe what you said, what did you write in the letter to the Duke's Palace?" I questioned him, and even said a little unscrupulously: "I thought Earl Elvis was a sensible, honest and honest man." A restrained noble will at least abide by his promises and maintain the most basic principles of integrity, but judging from the results I have obtained, this is not the case."

Ian sneered at my question.

"Why do you think he is the gentleman you imagined? I have never seen this guy ever be a gentleman." Even with Baron Fred beside him, he commented on his brother without any scruples and full of malice: "I've warned you to be careful with this guy. It seems that you haven't listened to a word. Even now, you are still naive and almost stupid."

Baron Fred coughed lightly, looking at me as if he didn't hear Ian's evaluation of his brother.

"Mr. Edmund—ah, since the two lords said that you are not a nobleman, it seems that there is no need to call you sir." He said with a smile, "I think I know what the two lords mean and what you don't understand It's time, let me explain it to you."

He turned his head and glanced at Elvis, and after receiving the latter's wordless acquiescence, he waved to his attendant George, and took the so-called letter from the Duke's Palace from him.

"You said what Lord Elvis did to make His Royal Highness the Duke of Lane think that Mr. Ludwig Franchemon Edmund was dead-it wasn't, I bet Lord Elvis did nothing Do," he took out the letterhead from the envelope, looked at me with a smile, and waved the letter at me.

"I can guarantee that Lord Elvis must have written your situation truthfully in the letter—it was His Royal Highness, the Duke of Lane, whom you believed to be trustworthy, who pronounced the verdict on 'Ludwig Franchemon Edmund'. Colonel's death, there was no misunderstanding in it."

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