Princess Navarra didn't know what time it was now. For the bird in the cage, time has lost its meaning. A cage, a trough, there is only such a thing in its world. Time passes, which means that the food in the trough gradually becomes less. Once you sleep and wake up, the food in the trough is full, and the time before seems to have never existed. Or, this period of time has been circulating repeatedly.

It seemed as if a bell rang and knocked three times in a row. Princess Navarra opened her eyes in a daze. She had been sleeping, or rather, she was deliberately letting herself sleep. Sleep was her wine, anesthetizing her perception.

“At 3:00 p.m., snack time.”

She laughed mockingly: She still woke up for this unrealistic hope. This meant she fell into hell again, enduring pain, torture and stench.

"Yeah, you're awake. It's just three o'clock in the afternoon."

The unexpected sound rang out, causing Princess Navarra's dispersed eyes to gather. She saw clearly the room she was in now - not the Duke of Brittany's residence, but a wooden low house, narrow but clean. She did not lie on the ground, but slept on the bed with a white sheet. She was placed in front of the window with a set of tables and chairs, and the Count of Ile de France was sitting there, staring at her with his chin.

There was a plate of crispbread and a pot of brewed tea on the table.

"Although you have prepared your snacks, I think you'd better take a shower first. The water just burned is still hot."

The Count of Ile de France pointed to one side of the room, and pulled a white cloth there, dividing the room into two parts. Through the not-thick white cloth, you could vaguely see a bucket for bathing inside.

"Why is the water just hot?" Princess Navarra was alert, "You don't know when I will wake up."

"If you haven't woken up, I'm going to help you wash it." The Count of Ile-de-France shrugged, "Anyway, I've applied medicine to you before."

"You bastard!"

Princess Navarra grabbed the pillow and threw it at the Earl of France. The Earl of France dodged and dodged, so Princess Navarra began to throw the candlesticks, plates, quills, ink on the head of the bed again like crazy... She threw everything she could catch at the Earl of France until she was reminded by the Earl of France: "Be careful, don't get stabbed by the needle."

Only then did she notice that what she was holding in her hand was actually the voodoo doll. Just above the place where she held her hand, there was still a needle stuck.

Her hands softened, and then, her shoulders began to tremble:

"You lied to me... These days, I have repeatedly stabbed you with needles thousands of times, tens of thousands of times, and each needle has been used with tens of percent malice, but why are you still alive? Why are you not dead yet!"

She suddenly raised her head and accused her in a hoarse voice at the Count of Ile-de-France:

"It's all your fault, it's all your fault, it's all because of you! If it weren't for the things you did, how could I have become like this! Are you pretending to be a good person in front of me now!"

"Shh!"

—— Her mouth was covered with force by the Earl of Ile de France.

"Speak quietly. Don't let others notice someone in the room." He squatted on the bed and stared at Princess Navarra seriously. "The Duke of Brittany is capturing us. He is surrounded by all the lords of the entire country and a total of 30,000 troops. Do you understand?"

Princess Navarra's body stopped, and the Earl of Ile-de-France let go of her mouth.

"What did you do?" Princess Navarra asked angrily while sitting on the bed.

"I broke into the evil dragon's nest, killed some little monsters, saved a princess, and was now being chased by the evil dragon flying in the sky with fire." The Earl of Ile-de-France replied faintly, "Luckily, the evil dragon thought I had run out of the nest, so he chased out while roaring, but in fact I was still inside, hiding from the pillows, candlesticks and ink thrown out by the princess. When the evil dragon thought I had run away, relaxed his vigilance and found an opportunity to go out."

"This is a fairy tale book written by a crappy writer?"

"A nameless writer with only last name and no name, I usually call him Caroling, Caroling, Caroling."

"So, can you ask this Carolinge Carolinge, Lord Carolinge, to get off the princess' bed?"

"Why? Actually, if you really look at it, this is still Caroling, Caroling, Carolinge's bed..."

"Because I'm going to get up and take a shower!" Princess Navara cursed, "In addition, you'd better not tell me that although the water has been burned, there is no clothes for me to change!"

"Something, in the closet." The Count of Ile-de-France retreated from the bed, "five casual clothes, two evening gowns, and one dedicated to opera--and of course, underwear and shirts."

This answer made Princess Navara pursed her lips and stopped talking. She walked out of the bed silently wrapped in the quilt, then quietly lifted the white cloth and walked to the other side of the room. Through the white cloth, she could vaguely see her bent down and carefully tested the water temperature, then threw down the quilt on her body and stepped into the bucket naked.

A slight sound of water plucking sounded on the side of the white cloth. Not long after, another suppressed and soft sob sounded.

The Count of Ile de France sat speechlessly on the table, drinking the brewed tea one cup after another.

The sobs on the side of the white cloth gradually could not be suppressed, and a sound came out. The crying became louder and more tragic. Not long after, the crying became unscrupulous and heart-wrenching. Princess Navarra seemed to have completely forgotten that the Earl of France began to cry loudly on the other side of the white cloth!

The sun gradually sets in the west, and the red sunset fills the sky. The water in the bucket has already become cold, but Princess Navarra is still soaking in the bucket and sobbing.

The Count of Ile de France was still sitting at the table. The tea in the pot had already been poured out and the water in the cup had already been drunk, but he still poured the air in the pot into the cup again and again, and drank the air in the cup into his stomach.

The crying sound finally stopped, and Princess Navarra became silent.

The sky became dark, the world became quiet and narrow. The Earl of France left the table and lit a candle. In the swaying candlelight, the world seemed to be left with only the white cloth. On the side of the white cloth was Princess Navarre soaked in cold water, and on the side of the white cloth was the Earl of France who was drinking the air silently.

It took me a long time to finally hear Princess Navarra's voice on the side of the white cloth, breaking the dead silence of the night:

"Calorin, the water is cold. Can you help me with another pot of water?"

"Okay, I got it."

The Count of Ile de France sighed and stood up. But just as he packed up his things and was about to go out to find some firewood, the white cloth was pulled open, and Princess Navarra appeared in front of him wrapped in a sheet. She had deliberately wiped away the tears, but her eyes had become very red and swollen because of the cry just now.

"Forget it, don't have hot water," she said, "but I can't wipe my back. I know it's dirty. Can you come in and help me?"

"Pull your back?" The Count of Ile-de-France repeated in confusion.
Chapter completed!