Bili lowered her eyes and looked at the ring, and without hesitation took out the silk handkerchief to wrap the ring and put it away.
When Bili came back, the doctors had already left Elizabeth's room and were standing at the door discussing in a low voice whether there would be scars or other issues.
Although the wound was so small that ordinary people wouldn't even need a doctor, Elizabeth was different from others.
She was the lord's only and most beloved daughter, and in the future, she will be heir to the manor. Any trouble with her would involve a large number of people, so they didn't dare not be careful.
Even facing a small wound, it can be said that they have exhausted all their life's learning.
Bili listened for a while, making sure they said there would be no scars, and then walked into the room with peace of mind.
Elizabeth was sitting on the bed, with pillows spread out behind and around her, for her to lean on.
She was wearing that white dress and was surrounded by dark red pillows. She looked as fragile as a porcelain doll. The picture was beautiful, but it was very different from usual.
Bili frowned and looked at her bandaged hand leaning on the pillow, feeling strangely irritated.
Elizabeth noticed her unhappiness and waved to her with her other hand. Soon Bili came over holding up her skirt.
"Why did you change your outer skirt?" Elizabeth asked.
"When I went there, Viscount Carl was messing around with women in the room. Later we got into the same carriage. I was afraid that his smell would stain me." Bili said in disgust.
"You didn't spit it out in front of him?" Elizabeth joked with a smile.
"Your Highness, does it hurt?" Bili did not answer her question but looked at her tightly wrapped hands and asked softly.
"It doesn't hurt." Elizabeth raised her hand and said, "It doesn't hurt, so don't cry."
"I'm not crying." Bili said firmly with wide eyes, and then asked: "Does Your Highness want to see Carl?"
"No, but don't let him go back home. Let him stay in the guest room with the doctors tonight." After speaking, Elizabeth licked her lips, looked up at Bili, and asked uncertainly: "Is that a group of wild wolves just entered the arena? They haven't been sorted out yet, right?"
"Yes, Your Highness. The steward said that he would wait until the great lord comes back before making a decision." Bili looked at Elizabeth's eyes that fluctuated under the light as if she had thought of something, and asked softly: "Your Highness, what do you want?"
"Well, I want to try again..." Elizabeth said softly.
Elizabeth and Carl were dining at the large dining table early the next morning.
Carl didn't sleep all night, his eyelids drooped and he was obviously out of energy, but it was an honor for any man in the manor to have breakfast with Elizabeth, and he didn't feel sleepy anymore because of his excitement.
He kept saying flattering words to coax Elizabeth, and his rough face was full of a flattering smile. Halfway through the meal, his attendant came in and said something in his ear, and the smile on Carl's face disappeared in an instant.
Elizabeth knew why he suddenly changed his attitude because his two dogs had been disemboweled last night.
Asius came over to report as soon as dawn, but Carl's people had no right to enter the castle, so they waited until now to let Carl hear the news.
Carl was angry, but he didn't want Elizabeth to know. After all, this was a very serious provocation and he felt embarrassed.
Of course, he could guess who did it. Ever since the people he hired were killed last night, he felt what might happen next, but he didn't expect the counterattack would be so fast.
Carl gritted his teeth and took a deep breath. Thinking of last night, he couldn't help but feel a little scared. What would happened if he didn't come to Elizabeth last night...?
But thinking of his status as a slave, Carl felt that this kind of thing could not happen. After all, in the subconscious of the nobles, they would never believe that any slave would dare to resist them. But thinking of his pet dog, Carl's heart surged with murderous intent.
Seeing that he didn't say anything, Elizabeth didn't ask and pretended to know nothing. She finished her breakfast peacefully. Seeing that Carl seemed to want to leave, Elizabeth slowly invited him to watch today's gladiator.
Carl was not in the mood to watch, but Elizabeth invited her. He was reluctant and did not dare to refuse, so he temporarily put aside the two dogs and went to the arena with her.
The atmosphere of the arena was as lively as ever. Carl followed Elizabeth to the compartment with the best view of the arena, sat down with her, and poured wine for her diligently.
Elizabeth was not indifferent to him on weekdays, but she actually had a sense of alienation most of the time, but today she was always very gentle to him. Carl was happy, thinking that she had been injured last night, and he came to see her immediately. It made her see his sincerity, so she was willing to give him some opportunities.
Thinking of this, Carl acted even more diligently, constantly talking to Elizabeth about the slaves on the field, and accompanying Elizabeth to place bets.
When it was almost coming to an end, Elizabeth looked at Ares who was about to appear on the list, and glanced at Bili sideways.
Bili understood and bent down to pour wine for the two of them before saying: "I heard that the lord has traveled thousands of miles to capture twenty wild wolves. I don't know when they will be released. The arena should be very lively by then. "
Carl asked with some interest: "Have you entered the arena yet?"
Bili pointed to the closed door on one side of the first floor and said, "You've already come in, and you're starving in that cell."
Elizabeth seemed to be very interested and asked: "You think if you put these beasts and a strong slave together, who will win?"
Bili smiled and said without hesitation: "That must be a tragic defeat for the slaves. No matter how strong a person is, he can't compete with the sharp teeth of wild beasts. Especially wild wolves are cruel by nature and will tear the slaves to pieces."
Elizabeth retorted disapprovingly: "But didn't Hoba win once?"
"That was a tragic victory. I heard that after winning the fight with the beast, Hoba almost failed to survive." Bili glanced at Carl and continued: "Besides, not everyone has Hoba's bravery. Other slaves must die."
Carl nodded in agreement.
"That's right." Elizabeth nodded, with a wicked smile on her face, and said: "If anyone dares to mess with me, I will throw him to the wolves and let him be bitten to death."
As soon as these words came out, Carl next to him was stunned for a moment and looked thoughtfully at the iron door where the wolves were imprisoned on the first floor.
Seeing this, Bili planned to give him more hints, so she pointed to a corner of the field and said: " Your Highness, look, that man is also on the list of playing today, do you want to place a bet on him?" ."
Carl looked over and found that it was the slave named Ares.
He frowned and turned his head to observe Elizabeth's expression.
Elizabeth frowned, looking unhappy: "No, even if he wins, I won't be happy. It's annoying to look at him."
Carl's expression was even more embarrassing now. Although Elizabeth frowned and looked down on him, she should not care if she disliked him, instead of being willful and squeamish like she is now.
Carl squeezed the wine glass, looked at the iron gate not far away, seemed to have made up his mind, and summoned the servant to tell him something in his ear.
Upon seeing this, Elizabeth and Bili looked at each other, raised their wine glasses as if they didn't notice anything, and drank slowly.
Soon the fights ended and it was Ares' turn.
Although she didn't want to show her expression, the moment Ares came on the stage, Elizabeth couldn't help but stand up and walk to the edge of the grandstand.
Carl also followed her to the grandstands, with some worry on his face.
Ares and the wolf were both bought by the great lord with a lot of money and trouble. On normal days, he would not dare to hurt them both at the same time. But looking at Elizabeth's focused look. He made a gesture and soon the man took action.
No matter what, the worst-case scenario is to deal with all the people who know about it. If Carl can't hide it, he can give part of his property to appease the anger of the great lord. In short, Elizabeth can't be tempted by other men.
Soon the horn sounded, and Ares first arrived at the "disc" by a small boat. He walked to the center of the "disc" and raised his head casually. Unexpectedly, he saw Elizabeth and the man beside him in the grandstands on the fourth floor.
He raised his hand and touched the broken eyebrow, rubbing it twice randomly before looking away, and then waiting for his opponent on the "disk".
But before his opponent came on the court, Bart from the shore suddenly shouted to him: "Ares, turn around, and look behind you!"
Ares turned around and saw that the door of the cell where the beasts were usually kept was rising rapidly, and the neighing of the wild wolf inside was faintly audible.
The dungeons where beasts and slaves are kept in the Rose Arena are the same, but the doors are different.
The slave has an ordinary wooden door, but the beast has a long iron door that can be lifted and lowered. Once opened, the beast will quickly rush out of the cell and step on the iron bridge to board the circle directly. There is no need to ship them like the slave.
And now the iron gate is opening, and the long iron bridge falls on the edge of the "disc" with a roar, much faster than usual, as if it was forced open by someone.
Ares's eyes dimmed and he looked up at Carl who was beside Elizabeth.
Bart watched the iron bridge falling from the shore and saw his brother standing alone on the "disc" facing the hungry beast. He couldn't help but feel anxious. He wanted the rower to go over and take his brother back, but the rower didn't want to go rescue people.
These are the rules of the Rose Arena. As long as you enter the arena, no matter who your opponent is, you must fight to determine the outcome regardless of whether you are willing or not. Even if the person in the arena makes a mistake, the fight must be completed. You can only leave the arena after winning. In theory, those who deserve punishment should be punished, and those who deserve compensation should be compensated.
Bart saw that they all ignored this mistake so he did not ask for help. He just walked to the edge of the river and stared closely at the man on the "disc".
Soon, hungry wild wolves emerged from the dark prison door one after another. This group of wolves had been captured two days ago and had not been fed yet. When they saw a lone person not far away, they ran up to them without any hesitation.
The spectators in the arena didn't know that something had happened. They just thought that some noble person had temporarily increased the number of games. They couldn't help shouting excitedly and placing bets on the wild wolf. After all, no one believed that a man could win brutal wolves.
When the people in the arena saw this, they immediately blew their horns to heighten the atmosphere.
Soon all the wolves came out, twenty-two in total, and the iron bridge behind was lifted immediately after the wolves all boarded the "disc", and hung back to the tower, obviously to prevent Ares from escaping.
But Ares had no intention of escaping, not from the beginning.
He looked at the ferocious wolves that were slowly approaching in front of him and turned to look at Bart. Bart understood, and while everyone was watching, he suddenly threw a narrow knife on the "disc".
But he threw it too hard and threw it directly into the wolves. The wolves seemed to be angered by this move and suddenly attacked Ares.
The venue was filled with people, and the sound waves were like rippling lake water, rushing into people's ears one after another. Elizabeth grasped the railing tightly and stared at the field with her blue eyes.
Hope that things will develop in the direction she wants.
But as time went by, as the crowd cheered louder and louder, her blue eyes became lighter and lighter, after Ares stabbed the last wolf to death on the "disc", she finally fell as if she had lost all strength and sat on the chair behind you.
Ares, who won the game heroically, was transported by boat to the first floor of the tower. The whole audience threw coins at him and cheered and shouted, but Ares ignored the coins and looked up at the grandstands on the fourth floor where Elizabeth and Carl were.
He raised his hand to touch the blood on his face, then raised his bloody hand to his mouth, slowly stretched out his tongue, and took a lick. The beast-like eyebrows with extremely narrow distance look even more ruthless at this moment.
Elizabeth's heart trembled, and she realized that he was provoking, and provoking Carl was provoking herself even more.
Elizabeth frowned in discomfort, feeling that at least she could not lose her momentum, so she looked at him condescendingly, picked up a plate of cakes from the tray held by the servant, threw it down, and said coldly and arrogantly like giving alms to a wild dog: "A gift for you."
So what if he is the male protagonist? So what if he fights with wild wolves and doesn't even get hurt? At least for now, he's just a slave.
Elizabeth comforted herself with these words, but Ares below casually caught the cake, and then shouted: "Thank you, Your Highness, for the reward."
As he spoke, he stuffed the cake mixed with blood in his palm into his mouth, and stared at her with his deep green eyes, as if he was eating her meat instead of the cake.
Elizabeth's chest rose and fell violently, she was helpless. After a moment of confrontation, she realized that she had lost so thoroughly today that there was no need to stay any longer.
So she stood up and held Bili's hand, walked out of the tower. He didn't care about Carl behind him.
Until she got into the carriage, Elizabeth could not suppress her irritability.
She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, sorting out everything that happened after meeting the male protagonist. After a long while, she opened her eyes and asked Bili: "If a man has a strong physiological reaction to you, does it mean that he is interested in you."
Elizabeth asked very quietly as if she was at a loss but also determined.
Bili explained softly: "If he just looks at you, talks to you, and has a strong reaction when he comes near you, it does mean that he is very interested in you."
"Is that so?" Elizabeth looked out the window, her blue eyes as unfathomable as the sea: "Bili, go find out where that slave lives..."