The Sin of Ludwigs

The earl is quite proficient in French, and his pronunciation is even more pure than the French teacher that the Viscountess paid a lot of money for me from Paris. To Ludwigs.

"My lord, I am Viscount Ludwig Franchemon Edmund under the auspices of the Grand Duke of Württemberg. I have been forced into your domain. I believe that a noble and generous master will have compassion for another nobleman's suffering, so I sincerely hope to obtain your understanding and pray for your help."

As soon as I said my name, the earl sneered, folded his hands on his chest, and leaned back on the back of the chair.

His behavior had already directly expressed his attitude, as if he wanted to go along with their master. There were low-pitched discussions and sneers from the group of attendants. Gradually, the voice became louder and louder, and it had reached the point where it could not be ignored.

I was forced to stop all the long speeches, and in the eyes of those unscrupulous, prickly eyes, I was like a monkey playing tricks surrounded by people.For the first time in my life, I understood a feeling called "shame".

"My lord, your servant is never too rude to a nobleman. With all due respect, excessive connivance will damage the nobleman's demeanor."

The count lazily raised his hand, and suddenly, those sarcasm and ridicule disappeared.

Throughout the flower hall, only the earl's voice could be heard echoing.

He flexed his first finger.

"First, an English lieutenant colonel."

second finger.

"Second, illegally trespassing on my territory without my consent."

third finger.

"Third, there are only two types of people in my territory, I, slaves."

He deliberately slowed down his speech, and there was undisguised, naked malice in his blue eyes.

"According to the lord's decree, I have the right to execute anyone who enters the territory illegally, ask for a ransom, or turn him into a slave. No matter which one is, you have no right to bargain with me. Therefore, there is no second noble here, you Been mistaking your own identity, Lieutenant Colonel Ludwig."

A bone-deep chill swept over my whole body, and I even trembled, feeling deep fear for the first time.

"You can't do this. I am a nobleman. It is illegal to turn a nobleman into a slave! I, I can pay the ransom!"

"You are really naive. From the moment you enter my territory, you have only two choices. If you don't want to be my slave, then I'd be more than happy to hang you on a stake."

I have already realized that this person is inherently arrogant, he doesn't care about the hypocrisy among the nobles, he just treats me as a toy for fun, to appreciate my struggle and humiliation!

This dude, devil, and scum who doesn't know what aristocratic manners and rules are!

"You seem to be cursing me, Lieutenant Colonel. Seriously, your brown eyes look so pretty when they're angry, so pretty I can't help but dig them out and admire them."

I stared into the earl's blue eyes. He seemed to be talking about an extremely ordinary thing, and he said something completely incompatible with a nobleman's status. His tone was as calm as asking "what do you want to eat today?" , it made me realize that this lunatic is really not joking!He really can do it!

In desperation, the words of Captain Brand suddenly came to my mind.

The English Duke of Lane from London, in New Jersey--the North American patron of the Württemberg mercenaries!

"Even if you don't recognize my noble status, I'm still a lieutenant colonel of the British mercenary regiment. You don't have the power to decide my fate. Instead, I should hand it over to the Colonial Governor of New Jersey, Duke Lane, for trial—"

The arrogant earl was completely irritated.

He stood up from the chair, and it was only then that I realized that although this man looked like a playboy, he was actually half a head taller than me.

"Bring my whip—"

He said in a voice softly reminiscent of a snake basking by the water.

I subconsciously took a step back, turned around and ran.

The attendants shouted, probably because they didn't expect that anyone would dare to resist the earl's order, and someone ran to the door, trying to close the golden-red door first.

But my goal was not a door, but a window with the fewest people nearby. I smashed open a female servant with a pale face, jumped over a low stool on the ground, and stepped on the carefully placed variable leaf tree branches along the way. Pushing all the porcelain and candles that could be reached to the ground and the gorgeous velvet curtains, the candles immediately burned on the fabrics, and the choking smoke, women's screams and English words "quickly put out the fire" filled the entire flower hall .

The window made of glass was heavier than I imagined, and it took a little effort to push it open. I looked down and confirmed that this was the last way of escape given to me by the Lord.

Oh Almighty Virgin Mary, I love you!

There was a male servant in blue and white livery cursing in a slightly strange French and bypassing the burning curtain. I picked up the rose branches by the window and pointed them at the man like a saber He smashed his head and covered his face.

Before jumping out of the window, I sent all my furious and final greetings from today to Ian William Higgs, a barbarian who didn't play by the rules of nobility, in all the English I knew.

"THERUDEMAN! FUCKYOU!"

Facts have proved that sometimes people really can't talk nonsense.

Half an hour later, the entire Kollak Manor was brightly lit, and the slaves holding flaming torches searched along the riverside and the trails in the cotton fields.

About three hours later, I was caught out of the water and brought back to Earl Ian.

It's still the flower hall, but the chaos I caused a few hours ago has disappeared. The walls have been replaced by hand-woven and embroidered Turkish tapestries, the curtains have been replaced by white flannel, and the candles on the crystal chandeliers are still shining. It is warm and warm, but it has been raised to a level that I can't reach even if I jump up; That French pie look, everything is perfect, completely indistinguishable from a few hours ago.

Oh, except for a few more people kneeling on the ground.

The manservant and maidservant who took care of me, the white foreman who found me, and the manor housekeeper who arranged for my manservant and maidservant to look after me.

The owner of the manor seemed to have taken a comfortable bath. He changed into a Greek-style nightgown, closed his eyes and leaned on the back of the chair to doze off, while a female valet was drying his hair.

The female valet is also wearing a Greek-style tulle robe. In fact, I suspect that she dressed herself as Iphemia who was sacrificed to the goddess of hunting, because even though she is wearing a robe now, her priest or master wants to It is also very easy to study her internal organs in this way.

The person who caught me in didn't seem to want to disturb his master, nor did he intend to move me a chair or stool. Facing the angry eyes of the attendants, I simply put aside the so-called aristocratic demeanor and sat down on the ground , allowing the water on his body to drip onto the expensive velvet carpet, he openly admired the beauty of this sacrificial woman.

Back then, I also had warm, fragrant and soft jade in my arms every day, but because of a careless stealing of incense and jade, I was made such a big joke by the god of fate.It's fine to be thrown to a foreign country thousands of miles away, but to meet a barbarian lord who doesn't have the slightest aristocratic spirit, maybe he will die in the next second, so naturally it can make the eyes enjoy it for an extra minute 1 minute!

"Does it look good?"

Someone asked me that.

"Naturally good-looking, quite a perfect creation of Venus, the god of beauty, and also quite outstanding in terms of body shape."

My mind was busy comparing this beauty, dedicated to God, with every woman I had ever seen, in beauty, manner, and figure, and concluded that it was quite comparable to Cora, the most charming actress at the Grand Opera. Compared with Li, he happened to hear such a question, so he answered it casually.

It took me a while to realize who was asking me.

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