In the bedroom, Elizabeth was sitting in front of the dressing table, combing her hair. Bili stood behind her, reporting the news about Ares to her.
"He lives in the most remote southwest corner, surrounded by mills and dyeing houses, and there are very few residents. He lives with his younger brother. The house is a self-built house made of wood, and it leaks both wind and rain."
Elizabeth nodded and suddenly asked: "How far is it from my castle?"
"It takes about two hours to walk or take a carriage to get there in ten minutes." Bili raised her eyes and looked at Elizabeth's calm expression. After hesitating for a while, she still couldn't help asking: "Does it have to do like this? Can't we think of another way? "
Although it was her suggestion at the beginning, she hesitated when Her Highness wanted to implement it, fearing that Her Highness would be in danger and that she would be wronged.
"It seems that this is the only way now." Elizabeth put down the comb, and the image of the man fighting among wolves appeared in front of her again, so ferocious.
Perhaps she should have understood from the beginning that since he could become the slave king, his setting must be superior. Especially in such an environment where slaves were extremely humble, his ability to resist and even successfully turn over was a testament to his strength.
Against strong people, ordinary plans are ineffective. Only by finding their weaknesses can they break through.
After these days of contact, Elizabeth didn't find any obvious weaknesses in Ares. The investigation results also showed that he didn't seem to be very enthusiastic about anything. He only had a younger brother who seemed to be a weak point, but she didn't want to involve other people anymore.
Elizabeth noticed that he had obvious mood swings during the few times he came into contact with her, especially the time when she fed cakes. Elizabeth felt a clear provocation.
Elizabeth still hasn't fully understood his strange emotion at that time, but at least that time he wasn't as indifferent as usual.
It was provocative, but Elizabeth felt it was more of teasing and intimidation. He wants to see her scared.
Romance novels didn't lie to me. When a cold-tempered man teases you uncharacteristically, he is most likely interested in you, not to mention his scary and honest physical reaction.
Elizabeth leaned slightly in front of the mirror and looked at her stunningly beautiful face.
Even heroes fall for beauties, she thought, he would not be an exception.
She wanted to be that man's weakness, put on a good show, and bet on that man's heart, that she would make him willing to die for her.
"Bili, send me there tonight and let Asius lure his brother away."
At Night
Ares was sitting by the bed, applying medicine to the wound on his abdomen by candlelight. It's said that it's medicine, but it's just a group of special bugs eating the rotting flesh and blood at the wound. His forehead was covered with dense sweat, which was sliding down from his forehead bit by bit and rolling down to his neck and chest. He did not raise his hand to wipe it but stared at the worms on his abdomen. When he saw that they had almost done, he used a small wooden stick to pick out the worms and put them into a wooden bowl. He counted them close to the light and determined the number. Correct, he lowered his head and wrapped the wound with cloth.
The rough cloth rubbed against the wound, and a strong pain hit him. The sweat on Ares's forehead became even more, and it slipped from the brow bone into his eyes. He turned his head and raised his arm to wipe his eyes. The bandage in his hand was a little heavier. Along with the severe pain, he felt some unspeakable joy welling up in his heart.
He raised his head and took a deep breath before continuing to pick up the wooden bowl and treat the bite wounds on his legs. Ares's self-healing ability is amazing. He never needs to see a doctor when he is injured or sick. As long as the wound is not infected, it can heal within a few days. These special bugs in the bowl can eat carrion to prevent his wound from rotting and infection.
He used his hands to peel away the blood-stained scars lifted the wooden bowl and was about to pour it over. Suddenly he stopped and his green eyes under the candlelight fell on the ventilated wooden door.
It was raining lightly outside, but there seemed to be light footsteps among the sound of rain. It was a woman's footsteps, approaching from far away. Ares blinked and looked away without moving.
"Da da da," a soft knock on the door came along with the sound of rain. Ares said without raising his head: "Bart is not here."
He thought it was Bart's lover who came to visit again. But the knocking on the door paused for a moment and then started again.
Ares raised his eyes and glanced at the wooden door, stood up and walked to the door, pulled the door handle with his hand, and slowly opened the door.
Along with the creaking sound, the dim figure outside the door fell into Ares's dark green eyes. He was slightly startled and subconsciously let go of the hand opening the door.
By the faint candlelight, the girl outside the door had her hair spread like seaweed. She looked up at him. She was wearing a thin white dress. There was no complicated and gorgeous wide skirt, only a thin and soft layer. The rain wasn't heavy, but almost her whole body was soaked. Her blond hair was wet on her cheeks and neck. She trembled slightly, and the lines on her neck and collarbone trembled with her movements, revealing a slender and fragile area. The neck is so thin that it can be broken with a pinch.
Ares clenched his fists and looked down at the petite and embarrassed girl in front of him, without making any movement for a long time.
Elizabeth licked the water droplets at the corner of her mouth, took a step forward, stood on tiptoes, and looked at him with her beautiful blue eyes wide open: "I was passing by and got caught in the rain. I want to sit here and wait for the rain to stop."
Lying! They both know.
But after a moment of stalemate, Ares took a step back and let out the door. Elizabeth took a breath and walked through the door holding up her skirt.
The dark house was sparsely furnished, with only a bed and a tattered table, and a few sacks piled in the corner with unknown contents. Elizabeth's eyes wandered to the bed. There was only a thin layer of sheets on the bed, which looked very old. There were no pillows on the bed, only a few clothes stacked up to serve as pillows.
She was starting to think about whether the sheets had been washed. Her tense mood calmed down a little. She was about to turn her head to look at Ares, but a strong arm stretched out from her side, with a subtle touch, the wind came, and his arm quickly wrapped around, strangling her neck.
Elizabeth raised her eyebrows slightly, paused but did not resist. Ares approached her body from behind, lowered his head slightly, and put his lips to her ear. A warm breath came, and goosebumps appeared on Elizabeth's body almost instantly.
She was wearing thin clothes, and her whole body got wet due to her hesitation outside. At that moment, her whole body was cold, but because it was too cold, his body was hot and huge and close to her, holding her firmly against his chest, she could feel his heat and vitality more intuitively.
Ares felt the petite and cold girl in his arms, and moved closer to him little by little, making a tight fit without leaving any space. The cold, soft body was like an ice cube placed on his forehead when he had a high fever, making his slightly hot skin feel deeply comfortable.
But his mind was clear and he clearly knew how ill-intentioned she was now, so he closed his eyes and leaned close to her ear, with obvious murderous intent in his voice: "What are you doing here? See if I'm dead? Or ... " Ares paused, looked sideways at her long and trembling eyelashes, and slowly added: "...you want to die."
Elizabeth felt the slight murderous intention in the tone, but... she was not afraid. At least now she is still the daughter of the great lord and the heir to the manor. No matter how daring he is, he will not do anything to her unless he doesn't want to live anymore and wants to die with his brother.
Thinking of this, Elizabeth lowered her eyes and looked at the arm holding her neck. There were hideous wounds on the curves of the arms as if they had been bitten by wild beasts. The skin and flesh were turned out and looked scary, and the edges were stained with dried blood.
Elizabeth's eyelashes fluttered slightly, and she gently raised her hand to hold his wrist. His frame was so big that Elizabeth couldn't hold even the thinnest wrist with one hand. But she didn't let go, holding his wrist tightly with her slender palms, and slowly pulled away the hand that was strangling her neck.
Ares didn't exert much force at all. Seeing that the fingertips of her hands holding his wrists were slightly red due to the exertion, he thought she was trying to escape from his confinement. He narrowed his eyes and relaxed his strength.
But he didn't expect that after she pulled his arm away, she didn't let go immediately and escaped. Instead, she lowered her eyes and slightly lowered her head to the hideous wound, and blew lightly on the hideous and everted flesh.
The warm and cool wind blew through the stinging and hot wound. Ares's body visibly stiffened, and a strange emotion quickly filled his green eyes.
Elizabeth, who was held tightly in his arms, could most intuitively feel the changes in his body. Her blue eyes dimmed slightly, as unfathomable as the undercurrent of the sea.
Ares's other hand hanging on one side slowly raised, grasped her slender waist, and tightened his strength slightly, like some kind of warning or indulgence.
Elizabeth sensed some kind of signal, held his wrist and lowered her head a little closer, but this time she didn't blow, she licked her lips, and placed her still moist lips on the hideous wound. .
The muscles of the person behind her were as stiff as a stone in an instant, and the sound of breathing that lingered in Elizabeth's ears became even heavier.
Dry lips in direct contact with the skin would not have such a big impact, but when they were stained with water and the temperature of her lips and his body were at two extremes, the impact would be unprecedentedly great.
Now his body was hot from the injury, and her lips were cold from the rain. The slightest contact at this time made his touch more sensitive than ever. Elizabeth fluttered her eyelashes, gently pulled away from the wound with her water-stained lips, then turned slightly sideways to look at the man on one side of her cheek, and asked in a low voice: "Does it hurt a lot?"
The distance between them is very close, almost as long as they get closer, their lips and teeth will touch each other, and each can feel the other's warm breath.
Ares snorted and closed his eyes, raised his head then looked at Elizabeth's water-stained lips with a complex expression. There was a dangerous whirlpool in his dark green eyes, as if he would eat her alive in the next second. But after a moment of silence, he still let go of his arms, took a few steps back, raised his head patiently, and exhaled a thick breath before saying, "Get out."
Of course, she would not get out. She didn't continue to pester him when he let go. She walked back into the house. She walked to the bed and looked down at the wooden bed, then looked back at Ares: "Big guy, you must be in too much pain to sleep, right? and..."
A smile appeared on Elizabeth's face: "How about I sleep with you?"
Ares looked up at her face and didn't respond.
Elizabeth didn't care whether he answered or not, she just threw off the little sheepskin boots from her feet, climbed onto Ares' bed, looked around, took out a piece of clothing from the pile of clothes on the bed, raised up, and ask him, "Is this your clothe?"
Ares glanced at her delicate and lovely feet and said nothing.
Elizabeth didn't expect him to answer, so she directly held up the clothes to compare and found that it was an oversized one, so she said firmly: "Yes. It's your clothes."
As she spoke, she picked up the clothes and wiped her body that was wet with rain unceremoniously. After wiping it clean, she threw the soiled clothes off the bed and took out another piece and held it up to the light for comparison. She smiled as if she had discovered a new world: "Oh, it's your clothes again."
Ares stood by the door, his eyes darkened under the dim light, and he seemed unhappy.
But who expects him to be happy? You can't win a man by being obedient.
With a mischievous smile on her lips, Elizabeth raised his clothes and began to wipe her wet hair again.
Ares seemed to have guessed that she was here to cause trouble for him. After looking at her in silence for a long time, he walked to the bed and sat down firmly without avoiding any suspicion.