Lord Spencer's territory is vast and his manor is magnificent.
It not only has the largest slave farm in the country but also has a natural hot spring.
At this time, in the depths of this mist-shrouded and steaming dense forest, a girl with snow-white skin, blond hair and blue eyes was taking a bath in the hot spring.
She leaned lazily on the stone platform, exposing her slender back. Her golden curly hair was wet and stained on her snow-white body. Her skin, which had turned slightly pink due to soaking in hot springs for a long time, looked as beautiful as a painting against the backdrop of her blonde hair.
It was more than half a year ago that she entered this book, but Elizabeth took no more than sixty baths in the past six months.
Her dear father believed that bathing would bring diseases to her precious daughter, so he forbade her to bathe. She tried to persuade him to no avail and could only get up secretly every morning and take a bath in this hot spring.
However, in recent months, father seemed to have noticed something, but he did not lose his temper with her. He even asked the slave to come over and repair the hot spring pool, which must have been a disguised consent for her to take a bath.But this is also to be expected. From an emotional level, Elizabeth is her father's only daughter and his most beloved heir. He is always willing to give her many exceptions.From a physical perspective, Elizabeth is also the only person in the entire Moon Manor who doesn't stink and doesn't need strong perfume to cover her body.If things go on like this, father will certainly discover the benefits of frequent bathing.
In addition, Elizabeth has not had any illness in the past six months, so her father is willing to acquiesce to her habit.
Elizabeth would have been very happy if this happened a few months ago, but she really couldn't be happy today because she just learned that the male protagonist Ares had been bought into the manor. Today's noon was the first time in the original novel that Elizabeth and the male protagonist met.
A very unpleasant encounter.
The book Elizabeth is traveled in is called "The Story of a Slave Who Becomes a King".
The only protagonist is the slave Ares, a man who struggled to resist social rules and the constant bullying and exploitation of the nobles, and finally broke through class, became the only King of the land.
He killed Coles, her father who was extremely kind to her but extremely cruel to his slaves, Lord Spencer.
Elizabeth Spencer, as the most favored daughter of the great lord and the female partner who inflicted the most insults on the male protagonist, of course could not escape death. At the end of the plot, she was hanged by the male protagonist and his cronies in the central square of Rose Manor.
The most terrible thing is that Elizabeth no longer remembers the original book she read in high school.
On the day she graduated from college and was sorting out her old things at home, she came across this novel that was not her tape at all, she couldn't even remember why she had the book. She flipped through the book at random and saw this description of a beautiful girl in the book: a girl with blond hair and blue eyes, wearing a red medieval palace dress, breathtakingly beautiful in the sun, Elizabeth Spencer, the most beautiful rose in the manor, always gorgeous Hanging high in Rose Manor.
She was curious about the follow-up of the girl with the same name as her, so she picked up the book and casually looked at the text and the name of the protagonist, and found that the so-called "hanging in the Rose Manor" actually meant being hanged, and the body would be hung in the manor forever.The girl's ending was a bit miserable, but she still put the book back on the shelf and prepared to read it again at night, and time-traveled into this book in the next second.
In the first few days, she actually regretted not reading the book again immediately, but later when she tried to leave the manor and go to the imperial capital to avoid meeting the male protagonist, she realized that even after reading the entire book, she couldn't change any of the important plot points.
Because this world belonging to the Slave King does not allow her to change any important plot, she must wait for the male protagonist to be bought into the Rose Manor, cooperate with all the important plots, and then step by step into the fate of being hanged.
Of course, she resisted violently. Three months ago, she even prepared to marry herself off before the male protagonist arrived. However, as soon as she took the first step out of the manor, her consciousness was imprisoned by the inexplicable will of the world, and she could only watch her body being controlled. , turned around and backed to the manor step by step, telling his father that he suddenly did not want to marry.
The feeling of losing control of her body and feeling powerless and frightened was really fresh in her memory. Anyway, after that, she never tried to change the main plots, Instead, She try to recall more plots and modify destiny from small, non-mainline plots.
Facts have proved that as long as the main plot is not affected and the story proceeds smoothly, other small changes will not be noticed by the will of the world.
But since the butterfly flaps its wings, it has the possibility of causing a storm.
Ten minutes ago, her idea of the plot was still on the title, copywriting, and ending. But just now she realized that the wheel of fortune had begun.
In a few days, she would have to wear a red dress and attend the banquet. On the way, Annoyed by being looked at by the lowly and dirty male protagonist, she picked up the leather whip she carried with her and beat the male protagonist who was amazed by her appearance to raw flesh, also insulted and trampled on the male protagonist's dignity with words.
Past experience tells her that this is a key plot point between her and the male protagonist, and she cannot avoid it.
Elizabeth sighed as she thought about the plot, then reluctantly stood up and sat on the stone platform, brushing her hair down and gently wiping her wet hair with a cloth while thinking about her plan.
There are too few things that can be written on the surface of a book. If the will of the world really doesn't care about things outside the main plot, then she still has room to operate.
However, there were not enough things she could practice in the past few months. Now that the male protagonist is here, she is going to try her unsightly methods.
A girl as bright and white as pearls sat on the stone platform, lowering her eyes and wiping her light golden curls. On her fair and delicate face, her thick and long eyelashes were lightly trembling with water mist, and little drops of water were shining in the morning light. It slipped from the girl's beautiful body and hit the stone platform and the hot spring bit by bit, making little ripples.
The sound was not loud, but in the silent forest, this little sound was infinitely amplified and transmitted into the ears of the man in the stone statue.This hot spring is the largest in the entire Rose Manor. Not only were eight pools of different sizes dug out by the former lord, but huge stone statues of various strange animals were also carved beside the pools.
Because the place is filled with smoke all year round and the trees grow luxuriantly, these stone statues look lifelike in the mist, and they will shock you at first glance.
Among the carved stone statues are dragons, eagles, Pegasus and lions, as well as some small snakes and rabbits.
All the stone statues stood beside the pool, cold and huge.
Only the huge stone lion facing Elizabeth was a little strange. If you get closer, you can hear the suppressed breathing coming from the lion's body.
In the small and cramped space, a young man with a sharp face was lying in the belly of the stone lion with his eyes closed.
Looking out from the slightly open mouth of the stone lion is the girl ten steps away. Just now from this direction, only the girl's slender back can be seen, but now she is sitting on the stone platform, and her entire side is visible, exposed without any room to the eyes of men, it is like the arrival of a goddess of beauty.
The man reacted in time and closed his eyes just now, but he still inevitably saw something. The man in the stone statue licked his dry lips, closed his eyes and lay in the cold and cramped body of the stone lion.
But in such a quiet environment, once you close your eyes, your other senses will be infinitely amplified. A man can easily hear the girl combing her hair, wiping herself, getting dressed, and finally walking barefoot towards the stone lion.
And the girl's figure also materializes in the man's mind.
The stone lion was in the shape of prostrate on the ground. As the girl approached, the man's line of sight was blocked, and he could only see her slender legs.
The girl walked to the stone lion and stopped. The man inside the stone statue took a breath, suppressed his breathing to the extreme, and slowly opened his eyes.
Suddenly a white and tender foot was placed into the lion's slightly open mouth, and then a slender finger stretched out to push away the beetle lying on the instep. A strange look flashed across the man's face in the dim space, but then his eyes fell on that beautiful foot.
The distance was so close, so close that you could see the thin veins on the instep, the crescent moons on the nails, and the small bright red mole on the instep.
The rise and fall of the man's chest began to get louder and louder. It might be due to difficulty breathing due to pressure, or it might be some secret reason. In short, his breathing started to get louder.
Slowly, it was almost impossible to hold it down anymore, but fortunately, the girl just put her foot in the lion's mouth to push away the bugs on it. She didn't wait for long, and quickly took back her foot, picked up her shoes, and stepped barefoot on the tender grass, walked back to her magnificent castle.
About ten minutes after the girl left, a gurgling sound came from the hot spring, and a man with brown hair and green eyes emerged from the bottom of the hot spring.
He was extremely tall and broad, and the pool that could have accommodated two or three young girls seemed a bit cramped because of his broad body.
He stepped on the stone platform, took off his thin and worn-out jacket, squeezed out the water and put it on again. He then took off his pants, but he did not wring them out immediately. Instead, he looked down at a corner of the pants.
He pursed his lips and lowered his eyes to hide all the emotions in his deep green pupils. He reached out and was about to scrub, but when he looked at the pool the girl had just soaked in, he frowned and turned to another pool without hesitation.
Few minutes later, he unfolded his pants and looked to make sure they were clean, then wring them out and put them on, and then turned to look at the pool where the girl was taking a bath.
He stood in the mist and stared for a long time, but his long eyelashes covered all his emotions, making it impossible to see through his thoughts.
After a while, he shook his dripping hair, opened his legs and left the warm and secret hot spring without saying a word, heading towards his ruined slave camp.