Chapter 973: I like your rust smell (85)
After thinking about it, Franka relieved her heart and carefully collected the evidence in her hand.
He is already looking forward to seeing Marbury confess his guilt!
...
At the same time, in the underground cell of the Loth Palace.
Marbury, who was already exhausted after being tortured overnight, was having a strange dream.
In his dream, he was inexplicably attached to a young man, leaning on the side of the stream, looking at the young and immature face reflected in the water.
He knew the face of this young man very well.
It was precisely those four hundred years ago that he became the first archbishop of the theocracy hero's family-"Old Marbury" because he assisted the Pope in suppressing the famous vampire "Duke of York".
Of course, when he was young at this time, he was still called Little Marbury, and he was just an ordinary shepherd boy.
The other identity of this shepherd boy was an eyeliner inserted into the Duke of York's house by the then theocratic Pope Phoenix.
Thinking of this, Marbury couldn't help but froze.
How could he dream that this ancestor, who has lived through the ages, was so honored to be attached to him and became his?
When he was puzzled, he suddenly felt his body move.
Little Marbury drank enough water, stood up from the stream, and continued to drive the flock of the York Castle, quietly to the magnificent castle at the foot of York Mountain.
Immediately afterwards, Marbury suddenly felt that the picture in front of him suddenly flashed.
When he recovered, his ancestor had already returned to Fort York, standing in a luxurious and magnificent room.
In front of him, sat a beautiful young man with a face that was as pale as bloodless.
Seeing the man's face clearly, Marbury was excited all over.
This, this is not Clarence of Na Taylor School!
Sure enough, he guessed right, this man is the Duke of York!
Thinking of this, Marbury paused and couldn't help suffocating hard, trying to awaken himself from this dream, so that he could report the truth to Franka.
But the dream state seemed to be against him, and this suffocation made his perception clearer.
It seemed that all this before him was the reality he had experienced.
At this point, Marbury had no choice but to bite the bullet and wait for the end of this dream.
At that time, the Duke of York was smiling, carefully repairing a small harmonica in his hand.
It is mentioned in the family legend that the harmonica is little Marbury’s most beloved instrument, and his good companion for pastimes when he is herding sheep.
Unfortunately, when he deliberately caused an accident for himself and attracted the attention of the Duke of York, he accidentally broke it.
Unexpectedly, this tall Duke of York would actually put down his figure and help a slave repair things...
Thinking of this, Marbury couldn't help but glance at the projection of his ancestors in the side mirror.
Sure enough, there was a slight hesitation and struggle across the eyes of this ancestor at this moment.
However, at this moment, the door behind him was pushed open with a creak.
"Your Excellency, it's time to take the medicine. Please take a rest."
The old and steady voice, accompanied by a strong, evil smell, came from behind Little Marbury.
He looked back subconsciously, and saw that the chief of the Castle of York, carrying a plate of red raw meat, came to the Duke.
Little Marbury didn't know what it was, but felt the smell was weird and frowned.
But Marbury, who was possessed, could see clearly.
That is the raw liver of cattle and sheep.