Sur ma peau

02.

It is popular for men in Versailles to wear white makeup at the ball, but the face under the mask is not made up. The facial features are exquisite, the skin is delicate, and the displeasure of raising eyes and frowning when offended is unique.Beautiful things can always adjust emotions, Minos grinned, turned and threw the mask on the table.

Four swindlers, two psychopaths, plus this one, the seventh living person in the prison.There are a total of eight towers in the Bastille, and there is still a single room on the top floor for each person.Minos took out the key and opened the iron filing cabinet on the wall, pulled out the roster on the far side, and patted the dust on it.Since the last king, there were no more prisoners in the Bastille, and this one was more tolerant, not one was arrested, but quite a few were released.Now that the count is coming in, I'm afraid he won't be able to go out the next day after the king finds out.

If he can last until then.

Minos rubbed his fingers that were stiff from the cold, his nose was filled with white mist, he was called to work in a hurry, he had no time to put on a thick cloak, this winter was much colder than previous years, even with the torches lit indoors, The chill also seemed to seep in through the cracks in the stone walls, and the gown decorated with gems and silk on the count's body was not necessarily much warmer than the uniform of the Bastille.

Maybe the night's cold wind could wake up this great nobleman.

He unscrewed the cap of the ink bottle, dipped his pen into the ink, left a blank space for his name on the first line, and began to transcribe the guilt.For a moment the only sounds in the room were the rustle of quills across paper, the sound of burning torches, and the ticking of the clock in the corner of the office.

Political prisoner is a very delicate term. To put it lightly, it is just a temporary political disagreement, and you may go out one day; if you take it seriously, it is treason, and you will be guillotined in the Bastille Square at any time.

After all, it is the blood of the royal family, a noble and pure privileged class, unlike a newly promoted minor noble like him, who has no family name and no historical deposits.

Can't hold it, can't touch it.

After copying the last paragraph, Minos got up and placed the roster on the front panel of the interrogation chair, pointed to the blank space with one hand, turned the tip of the quill with the other hand, and handed the end of the pen to the count.

"Please sign here."

"Thank you." The aristocrats of Versailles used to have a little tremolo at the end, which was very sexy according to the earl.The pampered fingers are white and slender, each piece of pale pink nails is neatly groomed, and the tip of the quill pen held is slightly sideways, and the lines drawn on the paper are natural and skillful, in one go.

Abefica Sewell.

The font is simple and thin, but the hook with the pen is sharp and sharp. It has a completely different style from the person in front of you, but it is exactly the same as the handwriting on the manuscript.

Minos took the roster away, put the quill back in place, and while screwing on the cap of the ink bottle, he said calmly: "As far as I know, this font is not popular in Versailles."

Complicated floral patterns and too many decorations are the favorites of the upper class.

"Versailles is not the same color." The earl's answer was understated, avoiding the important ones. The firelight shone on the side of his face, and the sun fell on the beautiful scenery like the first snow, adding a bit of warmth to the cold prison.

"This is not your handwriting. With your identity, why bother to bear the fault for others?" Minos said, slowly unfolding the paper as evidence in front of the other party.He tried to catch some clues from the other party's behavior, but failed.

"All accusations need evidence, Mr. Warden, how can you prove that I didn't write it?" the count asked back, his face remained unchanged, and his jaw slightly raised with a bit of natural arrogance.

"A person in your position will not write such words that benefit the common people of the lower class." Minos' expression turned cold, with disdain and sarcasm hidden in his words.For the idealistic nobles, freedom and power are just decorations for their pursuit of uniqueness. Following the example of the pioneers and taking entry to the Bastille as glory is just the current environment, which is simply stupid.

The Bastille is no place for flowers.

"This is prejudice." There was a hint of a smile in the earl's voice, as if amused by this statement, he raised his face, and for a moment Minos had the urge to avoid his gaze.It cannot be denied that this gender-beyond beauty is too impactful, and it is really difficult to be immune for a while.

"I think that the person you protect is probably the most enviable guy in all of France." Minos said, his words were half-truths and half-false, but somehow relieved the anger in his chest.

No matter how similar the writing was, it could not have been written by the Earl.If we go deeper, the entire Bastille may not be enough to pretend. Whether this great nobleman really has the brains and courage to keep a secret, it won't take long to prove it, and there is no rush for this night.

"An interesting guess." The count looked away, his slightly drooping eyelashes looked a little sleepy, and he didn't want to say more.

Minos glanced at the clock in the corner. At this time, he could still catch up on sleep when he went back, so he waved his hand to summon the guards of the prison to come over and let them take him down.He packed up the materials and roster and locked them in the filing cabinet.

"Master Gelfin." One of the royal guards who followed was Count Artois' confidant, and Minos had met several times, "I hope you can make him confess as soon as possible."

Plead guilty?

Minos was slightly taken aback, oh, of course, treason is undoubtedly the best reason to deal with opponents.But according to the laws of the kingdom, he had no right to torture a count.The work in the Bastille is long and boring, the lies of the four swindlers are nothing new, and the two mental illnesses are even more debilitating. Finally, a new toy came, and he didn't want to break it so soon.

However, you can't be too perfunctory with your boss's orders.

"Count Artois will get the answer he wants," Minos said.

"Tomorrow night is the deadline," the guard added.