Chapter 8: Pocket watch? Ring? Necklace?
There are rooms in three directions - the house is not big, but the space is fully utilized.
The young man walked to the left, and saw nothingness. A very small sound came from a close distance.
This gave him a chill in his heart, and he glanced in that direction normally on the surface.
There was a wooden cradle with a two or three year old baby lying inside, babbling softly.
As they looked at each other, the baby with a small face and big eyes smiled sweetly.
Tu Xing was stunned, and his eyes softened. This was Zainab's three-year-old child.
Amidst the light-colored tones of brown wood, beige clothes and floor, a dark blue round pocket watch is quite eye-catching, half of it hidden under the child's quilt.
The young man approached without hesitation, hooked his fingers around the chain and lifted it out.
There are twenty-four Latin numerals on the scale, the surface is made of transparent glass with fitted corners, the base is bronze and gold, and the round side has a whole circle of light relief.
Focus on the inside of the clock, where the hour hand rotates. There is a blue blooming flower on each side, which is three-dimensional and full.
Tu Xing couldn't help but take a few more glances. He tilted the pocket watch and found that the decorative flower was not attached to the glass surface, but was fixed on the base.
It is so full that the pointer must be stuck there.
It shows 10:10 am, and the minute hand is about to move to the flower.
Tu Xing was curious. Would it go straight through? Or would it get stuck and then go back?
It seems to be ten o'clock in the morning now.
In addition, the workmanship of this thing is so exquisite that the craftsmen would not even bother to pay attention to it if it costs less than one hundred or eighty silver coins.
After looking at it for about twenty seconds, the young man thought about his current situation and decided that it would not be appropriate to hold the chain for a long time to study it, so he simply put the chain away and put it in his backpack.
When his peripheral vision caught sight of something in the corner, his eyelids fluttered. It was a pile of black clothes with reflections of cut diamonds on them.
The black magician - Celilda?
The clothes are here, where are the people?
Tu Xing's eyes twitched rapidly. There was a closed door next to the clothes. Listening carefully, he could faintly hear the sound of water.
Taking a shower? At this time and place?
However, even if she was asleep, Tu Xing couldn't afford to offend her.
The next moment, the young man's eyes turned, and he picked up a pair of scissors next to him, walked closer to the pile of clothes, and searched the pockets and other places with the tip of the knife.
After a while, five rings and a bracelet appeared.
After making sure there was nothing else, the young man took out some cloth from his backpack, wrapped the six pieces, put them all away, and then restored the clothes to their original state as much as possible.
As for the scissors... they are placed in a small storage box farther away.
He turned around, glanced at the child in the cradle, estimated the speed at which the fire would spread, and decided to leave first.
Just as I reached the next room and stood still, a voice so low it seemed to massage my eardrums rang out, "Have you found out who's there?"
The young man quickly took two steps back. Fortunately, there was no one looking around in front of him.
The four guards knelt with their heads half lowered, facing the Sultan on the bed, and the eyes of the superior were covered by his hair.
Tu Xing complained in his heart: There is no need to open your eyes and look at people at all.
One of the guards replied respectfully: "No, we didn't see any suspicious people nearby."
"It's probably those pagans. They must be desperate to come here and seek death because we are almost finding their lair. Your Majesty is not someone they can hurt."
Sultan: "Bring the dogs up, and go on."
The young man standing against the wall outside the door recalled the glance just now. Was there a woman inside?
After a few seconds, the sound of footsteps was heard from the side. The young man hesitated for a moment, and the person was already close.
The guard was caught off guard when he saw someone, and he stepped back with his hand on the hilt of the sword at his waist:
"Wow! Where did you come from?"
The young man half-bowed as usual: "Officer..." He said the same thing, but this time he concealed the fact that it was the Sultan's order and only said that it was a certain guard.
He continued, "I heard from them that they later found a big dog and didn't need me anymore."
The guard lowered his voice and scolded, "If you don't need it, go back! How dare you continue to come up?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the man glanced at the Sultan's position, then immediately turned back to his original position and said grimly:
"Go down first and tell him below. If you dare to offend His Majesty, your head will remain here."
Tu Xing whispered repeatedly: "Yes, my lord."
The two of them went down to the middle of the stairs.
The young man said at the right moment: "In fact, I had no food to eat outside, and I wanted to work for His Majesty. It was a rare opportunity, and when I heard that I was allowed to go back, I begged to come up anxiously. Don't blame those two attendants."
He touched his stomach, a look of hunger on his face. "I didn't know if this would offend Your Majesty. Please don't be angry."
The guard looked at the man with disdain, "A dog can replace you. Do you think you are more valuable than a dog? Can His Majesty value you?"
The young man's face was filled with disappointment. "Is it really impossible?"
As if thinking of something, he looked at the man with shining eyes and said, "Then I will follow you to make a living, okay? I won't go to His Majesty, I will just follow you."
After hearing this, the guard looked at the man again and said in a much more consolidating tone, "Alright, alright, let's go."
Just as I reached the bottom of the building, I heard a panicked cry, "Fire!"
The guard beside the young man frowned, "Where's the fire? What's going on? It's not time for dinner yet."
Tu Xing whispered: "Officer, I'll go call someone to put out the fire!"
The man didn't look at him and said casually, "Go ahead."
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