What to do if you encounter a madman in another world (Part 37)
Different world, fictional background!
The characters and worldview are privately designed and have nothing to do with real history.
The male and female protagonists are not biological children
You knocked on Schleicher's door. He was wearing a bathrobe and looked like he had just showered. You glanced towards the corridor for some reason.
Schleicher followed your gaze. In the empty corridor, only the exquisite works of art displayed in the glass cabinets on one side were glowing dimly. He pulled you into the room.
The configuration of the rooms on the third floor is slightly different from that on the second floor. You didn't pay much attention to it the last time you came.
On the wall hung a landscape painting, the red roofs of the town almost hidden among the leaves of the fig trees, a large field of yellow buttercups bloomed on the outer lawn, and purple irises were in the canal.
"Yina, you came to my room early in the morning without saying a word, just to admire the paintings in my room?"
Schleicher leaned lazily against the door frame with his arms folded. Seeing that you were fascinated by what he saw, he walked over and explained to you.
"Landscape of Arles," a painting by a little-known artist whom Vollard had championed during his lifetime. I thought he had good taste, so I bought it from a middleman."
You are still admiring the oil painting. The oil paint seems to be protruding, with yellow ranunculus and purple crape myrtle. The picture is colorful but dim, full of a poetic melancholy.
An unknown painter? Your only artistic instincts tell you that this style is not only unique but also very familiar, and he will surely go down in history.
"Who painted this?"
"van gogh."
"Van Gogh..." You turned your head to look at Schleicher in surprise. The belt on his bathrobe was not tied tightly, hanging loosely on his body, and his strong abdominal muscles were half hidden and half revealed on his thin waist.
"Could you please get dressed?"
Schleicher raised his eyebrows frivolously. "It's not like I haven't seen it before."
His words hinted at something, and you instantly thought of the incident in Fresnay Prison. Even though you forgave him, that didn't mean he could use this terrible experience to tease you!
You said angrily, "Sir, in my eyes, the only difference between you and Rabinovitch's nude painting is that one is a work of art, and the other is an uneducated show-off."
You try hard to act tough, but in fact, when you get angry, your light blue eyes become unusually bright, no different from aquamarine, and your whole body exudes a high vitality.
Schleicher was attracted by the light in your eyes, and only then did he realize the meaning of your words.
Good manners are a compulsory course for the nobility. Lack of manners is a serious accusation for the Junker nobility, especially the word "showing off", which puts him on the same level as the group of people who make a living by selling things at the Moulin Rouge in Pigalle.
Yes, it looks like a harmless kitten at ordinary times, but it turns out that it still has its original form. The hair on its body stands up, and it knows how to scratch people with its sharp claws, but it doesn't hurt.
He suddenly laughed nervously, walked over to you and rubbed your head, then tightened the belt of his bathrobe and said to you seriously:
"Ina, are you interested in coming to my bedroom? I have a painting by Gauguin hanging in my room. I spent a lot of money on it, so it's definitely an authentic one."
ah?
Gauguin? Post-Impressionist Gauguin?
You were so frightened by Schleicher that he actually took you by the hand to the inner bedroom while you were stunned.
He opened all the curtains, and the dust hidden in the folds of the curtains immediately escaped into the sunlight.
You blocked the sunlight and stared at the so-called authentic Gauguin painting on the wall. It had a tropical Pacific style, with palm trees and banana trees in the background. A blonde girl was half lying on the ground with her elbows on her body, and she was naked.
The beauty is so impactful that your face instantly turns red.
Schleicher stood aside and saw your reaction, and he couldn't help but lean against the wall and laughed until he was dizzy.
"Ina, I'm not showing off. I'm showing my majestic figure to my lovely lady with the utmost piety and reverence."
He dropped his smile and walked over to you, lifting your hand and kissing it.
In fact, most German men couldn't do this move well, but you have to admit that Schleicher did it very elegantly.
"Humans are born naked, so why do we regard sex as such a scourge? Look, what a beautiful figure you have, Ina. Your very existence is a celebration of the miracle of life, and that's why people can't help but yearn for it."
Your temples twitched several times. This guy was still trying to use art to make excuses for his "crime suspension" in Fresnay Prison!
"Schleicher!"
"What's up?"
Schleicher's face suddenly became serious, his lips pursed tightly, and he took off his bathrobe in front of you, revealing the tall and strong body he mentioned.
You screamed and turned around immediately, calling out to him in protest.
"Yina, this is my bedroom. If I don't change clothes here, where else should I change clothes?" he asked back righteously.
"Then you...you should at least remind me."
"I thought you'd enjoy art."
Your temples throbbed even more violently. This guy is not only mentally ill, but also very capable of making trouble. I really want Feynman to give him a good beating!
Forget it, let's first find a way to get the information the organization wants...
"I... after I join RSHA, do I need anything to do? What are you busy with recently? Do you need my help?"
Schleicher, who had changed into his military uniform, walked up to you and patted your shoulder, then put his arm around your shoulders. You staggered a little and leaned towards him.
You looked up sideways in confusion, looking at his almost perfect profile shaped by God.
"Yina, your only task is to accompany me."
?
I'm sorry, but his tone was so frivolous that you successfully misinterpreted it.
You gave Schleicher a sweet smile that caught his eye, and while he was distracted, you stood on tiptoe and punched him in the chin with just the right amount of force, making him grimace in pain.
The best way to deal with such shameless people is to strike hard!
…
You were lying on the desk, holding Feinz's watch. As expected, his watch was not a Swiss mechanical watch, but a genuine German Lange.
The second hand beats quietly, round and round, evenly and smoothly, carrying along with thoughts.
Schleicher told you that Matilda was suspected of being involved with the resistance, but because she was pregnant, she was saved by General Stupnagel. As for Laura's whereabouts, he didn't know.
Your index finger brushed across the dial, trying to break this endless cycle through the sapphire crystal, but an arched fingerprint immediately and abruptly landed on the dial, and you quickly pulled out a piece of paper to wipe it clean.
You didn't know what you were going to do, and when you came to your senses, you found that you had already wrapped the tan alligator leather strap around your wrist.
The cool transparent bottom cover is close to your skin, and the lock tongue does not pass through the hole, hanging loosely on your wrist.
He didn't bring a watch, which meant he didn't go to the command office today, but most likely the headquarters.
An extremely annoying conclusion of reasoning, you become discouraged in an instant, and when you are about to take the watch off your wrist, his hand covers it first.
Feinz lifted your hand and inserted the buckle pin into the drilled hole of the watch strap. As the gears inside the watch turned, the strap on your wrist gradually tightened.
The momentary silence between the two of you deepened the ambiguity of hesitation, and your feelings for him are unspeakable.
"Where's Lola?"
Unwilling to give in, you asked again even though you knew what the answer would be, but Feinz's attention was completely focused on your wrist.
When he came back, he found you in the study and discovered that you were wearing his watch, which was enough to make his blood boil as if you were wearing his shirt in private.
The crocodile leather strap didn't completely cover the black tattoo, and his fingers passed through the place where the chassis met your skin, caressing the perfect swastika.
The symbol of the empire melted into the ink and seeped into the skin, every drop mixed with madness. This was a mark of complete Aryan. Feints had to admit that this symbol was really beautiful.
But when he thought of the pain caused by the needle piercing the tender skin and the swelling and redness, the passion that was surging and rapidly expanding in his heart gradually disappeared.
He was silent for a long moment, and then his voice, which had become hoarse, reached your ears: "What?"
Did he listen to you?
"Brother, I say, Lola, Matilda's sister, Lola, where is she now?"
"St. Mary's Orphanage."
He answered with almost no hesitation. It was obvious that he was the one who handled the Matildahl matter, and what Schleicher said was indeed true.
Your heart was pounding and you were so angry that you pulled your hand back suddenly. However, you used too much force and hit your hand on the table, which made you gasp in pain.
"Yina, why are you so irritable?"
Feinz didn't expect you to do this suddenly, and he acted before he thought. He held your hand and rubbed it, but his lowered gaze met your frown and the disgust that could not be hidden in your eyes. He was a little confused for a moment.
"Brother, Matilda saved Emma and is our benefactor. You shouldn't treat them like that!"
You took off your watch, pushed him away, and went back to the bedroom.
Feinz stood there, watching silently for a long time, before he shifted his gaze from the back that you had long lost track of to the Lange watch that was placed aside and tilted on the table.
The second hand is still turning calmly. Before the tourbillon stops, no force can jump out of the scope of physics and accurately reset the time unless a miracle happens.
…
Until a crisp salute broke the beauty, you looked in the direction of the sound, and you didn't know how long Feintz had been standing there watching.
When he came over, you stood up immediately. You had never called him brother in front of outsiders before, so you awkwardly called out "Phil", but it happened to overlap with William's greeting.
"I heard that Count Schönhausen has chosen Dalia's sister for you. Hasn't he been discussing your marriage with Count Westalup recently?"
Fiennes and William asked without exchanging a few pleasantries, their eyes observing your reaction intentionally or unintentionally. You were lowering your head and swinging the blue ribbon on your left wrist.
"Fell, this is probably a rumor. The Countess of Westerall has formed an alliance with the Duke of Schleicher."
William smiled, put his hands in his pockets, and shrugged indifferently.
"My uncle's relationship with the general has been strained for too long, so he won't take the initiative to get involved with Duke Schleicher again. Of course, I said a long time ago that this will not affect our friendship."
You rarely hear Feints talk at length, but today he certainly went a bit far.
Coupled with the unfamiliar names and noble titles that he and William would bring up from time to time, you had already begun to lose focus and talk to the system in your mind.
Seeing you standing close to William in silence, Feinz was displeased and pulled you to his side, putting his arm around your shoulders, so that your position was in opposition to William's.
An act of asserting sovereignty.
William saw all of this, and the habitual smile on his lips gradually disappeared.
You were suddenly pulled by Feynman, which made you feel that he was acting even more strangely. It had been a long time since you saw him have an attack, so this might be another one.
"I actually think it would be a good thing if it weren't a rumor. After all, the general has expressed to me many times his regret over Count Schönhausen's decision to cut off his robe..."
"Fell, I have someone I like, and I have nothing to do with the Westalup family."
William, breaking with his usual aristocratic demeanor, interrupted Feynz, and you looked up at him in surprise.
William's green eyes were still as bright as the light of fireflies against the backdrop of dusk, and the undisguised affection in his eyes had been expressed silently between the fluttering of firefly wings.
You are not a fool, the answer is obvious, but it is indeed a bit ridiculous. The number of times you and William have met and spent time together can be counted on one hand.
You suddenly remembered the light kiss between you.
You covered your lips with your hands, feeling strangely betrayed.
Your every move tugs at his heart, and Feinz naturally noticed it, his expression turning cold.
"William, if your intentions can be recognized by the Imperial Marriage Law and the upper class, I am very willing to express my praise."
William didn't reply, his eyes darkened, as if he was seriously considering whether to have a long debate with Feynz on the topic of loyalty.
There was an awkward silence between the three of you, and just when you didn't know what to say, a cheerful whistle broke the ice.
"I was wondering why I couldn't find anyone at the party. It turns out they all ran to the back garden."
God, for the first time, you were grateful that Schleicher had shown up.
Schleicher slowly stood beside William, clenched his fist familiarly, and touched William's epaulettes.
"The youngest colonel in the history of the Military Academy. Humph, the next time I see those people from the Richterhold Military Academy, they will be so ashamed that they will crawl into the ground."
After Schleicher finished his joking remark, he broke away from his usual frivolous manner, stood up straight, and said solemnly: "William, my good brother, long time no see."
"Hurley, long time no see."
The two grown men hugged each other, inexplicably sentimental, and Feinz seemed to be touched and loosened his arm around your shoulders.
"So, what are you three doing here instead of at the party?"
After a brief moment of seriousness, Schleicher began to ask again. He looked at William on the left, then at Feintz on the right, and finally his eyes fell on you who were constantly pulling the blue ribbon with your hands.
The atmosphere is not right.
He touched his chin suspiciously, and said jokingly while thinking, "Sir, Madam, I have to admit that the back garden is indeed very close to the Ministry of Justice, but I don't think you have any intention of contributing to the development of Paris's legal career?"
The French Ministry of Justice is located across the street from the Ritz Hotel.
The sarcastic tone was too strong, and you glared at him. Your gratitude towards this guy didn’t last long!
The puffed-up look makes it look more like a cat...
Schleicher licked his back teeth, coughed, and was about to smooth things over when someone called William back to the banquet. Since you also wanted to see Emma, Fiennes asked you to go back first.
The last rays of dusk have completely dissipated, and the long and dark night stretches before you. You walk slowly towards the hall, stepping on the stone path.
The man's suddenly cold words came from behind you, and your steps paused for a moment.
Feynz took out a lighter, and with a click, the fire was lit. He looked at the flame, and as soon as he loosened his hand, the light of the lighter quickly went out, as if he could easily decide the life or death of others.
It was his voice, and your heart fell into silence, just like everything around you. The cleansing felt like a curse, forcing you to flee the Liz back garden in panic.
…
You didn't bring Emma back and left her in Mantina. You felt very sad and didn't want the mother's mood to affect the child.
You sat on the sofa and untied the blue ribbon that was used to cover up the black tattoo. As expected, it was still disgusting when you looked closely, so you covered your face with your hands.
Ina, you know exactly what kind of person he is and there is no need to have any hope in him, but his indifference to life really makes you feel heartbroken again and again.
…
Before you could finish your next inappropriate words, they all turned into an exclamation, because Feinz strode over and pushed you down on the sofa.
He pressed you down, staring at you closely, a fierce look coming at you, his nostrils rising and falling, the hot air from his breath falling on your face.
There was an unconcealable trace of red in his deep blue eyes. It was obvious that your attempt to reason and plead for those people instantly made his anger boil to the extreme.
You looked at him with tears in your eyes, unwilling to be outdone. You could even feel the name "Schwein" on the verge of coming out of his lips.
At that moment, you swore in your heart that if he called you a "pig" again to humiliate you, your relationship with him would be completely over...
Like the unique connection between siblings, the name finally turned into a sneer on his lips, and the words he uttered were cold and hard, like sharp ice spikes.
He bent down, put his hands around your lower back, and lifted you up with force. You were half-sitting in his arms, and he pressed down on you with a sea of kisses.
He bit his lips with his teeth and began to tear them apart like a mad dog.
Your hands gripped his shoulders tightly, squeezing and unclenching, wrinkling the fabric of his meticulously ironed shirt.
That delicate pain felt like a thin thread tugging at your heart. You bit him desperately, your blood mixing and passing back and forth, the fishy-sweet taste spreading.
The more you struggled, the tighter Feinz held you. After pinching your slender waist in revenge, he parted your lips and reached down with his hand.
"elder brother……"
You called him in pain, feeling like you could hardly breathe, the pain in your lower abdomen kept getting worse, followed by drops of tears.
"If you don't want to, just say no."
He finally stopped, held you for a breath, and laid you flat again. You then turned sideways and curled up on the sofa, your legs bent under your skirt.
The bronze wall clock is still ticking, bit by bit gnawing at the future.
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