Bettor Mr. Nobles
Chapter 66

As soon as he reached the gate, Abellard slowed down the pace of his horse. On the right and left stood two guards. They'll check whoever comes in and goes in the gate.

Abellard pulled a cap to cover part of her face.

While Naeva quickly lowered her hand which was tightly hugging Abellard's body. Position yourself to look calm and reasonable.

"Marc's?! Where are you going these nights?" ask one of the guards.

Abellard. Think hard how to fake Marc's voice.

The bodyguard glanced at Naeva. "You brought your sister again. Is there a problem?" The guard asked with concern.

Abellard shakes.

The other guard stepped closer. "Marc looks weird tonight" he commented, turning his head to peek at the man's face on the horse.

Abellard lowered her head.

"We're going home!" exclaim Naeva fast. His voice sounded nervous. But the girl tried to calm down again. "Because I .. I'm not at home living here" he continued.

The two Guards fell silent for a moment. Their faces looked concerned. They knew that this sister of Marc was disliked by the Countess for having ties to the Count of Abellard.

But then, the Guards on the right looked astonished. "Why don't you bring home the stuff?"

Naeva is stuck, she forgets her stuff.

Sensing the pinch, Abellard prepared to drive her horse. Maybe the guards will get suspicious. To think that their departure was nothing. But he had no other choice. Even if they are chased, he will try his best to escape. The important thing now is to get out of the castle.

"Are you guys running away from something?" The eyes of the guard narrowed with a suspicious look.

Abellard clasped the horse's harness tightly. Prepare to pull the rope tight.

But the bodyguard on the left suddenly gave his friend a code to keep quiet and do not continue to ask. Then he turned to look at Naeva and the man they thought was Marc.

"Yes, then you go home carefully. Goodbye and hopefully we can meet again" he said.

Hearing that, Abellard immediately pulled the reins and his horse immediately drove. Fast-moving, as fast as the heartbeat of the rider.

Abellard could not breathe. Because there seemed to be a gaffe in the attitude of the bodyguard earlier.

The bodyguard suddenly asked his friend to shut up and let them go. Is it possible that they might secretly call for help and follow?

Naeva thinks the same as Abellard. The girl again hugged the sturdy body before her with trembling hands and a pale face as white as cotton. The cold air of the night coupled with the speed of the horse made Naeva feel her body freeze and stiffen.

The stepped road did not make Abellard's guts whistle to keep driving his horse quickly. Even when the road was winding at the intersection, Abellard did not slow down the race in the least. The black horse's legs continued to gallop steadily carrying away his master.

Naeva stared at the street that was branching towards the right. That's the road they took when they came from Wisteria Castle. His eyes were full of longing. It's a pity they're on a mission right now, not really coming home.

Ten minutes into the cold of the night, Abellard began to slow down his horse.

"It looks like they're not after us anymore" he said.

"Yes, maybe they are chasing towards the way back to Wisteria Castle" answered Naeva.

Both seemed to breathe a sigh of relief.

Meanwhile, after Abellard and Naeva left earlier, the two Guards only stared at their departure.

The right-hand guard asked his friend, "why do you forbid me from asking again? They look suspicious. Go home without stuff."

"You're insensitive, man. Marc's sister must be heartbroken. How do you remember he brought his things home? Didn't you see the arrival of the Duke of England and his wife this afternoon? At this time they must be celebrating the engagement of Monsieur Comte with the Lady of England."

The right-hand guard immediately patted his eel with a look of pity. "Oh Mon Deu! Totally unthinkable to me. That's so sorry that girl. It's worth Marc looking stiff and reluctant to mince words. He must have been humiliated."

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The night wind is getting cold. The black horse continued to walk slowly, leaving the hill where the castle of Marseille was located. Under the illumination of the bright moon, the four stout legs of the horse entered the gravel road which on the right and left were yellow-clad ravines.

"You're cold?" Abellard touched the hand that was hugging her stomach.

"Slightly," Naeva replied in a trembling voice.

It was very cold, even though she had been wearing a wool coat outside her dress. But the cold seemed to infiltrate to the bone, until he forgot to release his embrace on Abellard's body.

"Wait a minute" Abellard stopped his horse and went downstairs.

The man then opened the saddle bag. Take a leather coat from it.

"Wear it, this is the coat I used to carry when hunting."

"But I've been wearing a coat, Abellard. You're just wearing Marc's shirt. Just wear it for you," refused Naeva.

Abellard smiled as she opened the coat in her hand.

"I feel warmer without wearing a coat. You must know why," he replied as he glanced at the girl with a flirting flirt.

"I don't know. How come?" ask Naeva plain. It seemed like the extreme cold had frozen his brain.

"You can just as long as you want to hug me again like that."

Naeva immediately blushed to hear it. The cheeks that had been frozen suddenly flowed with heat until they blushed red.

"Wear it," Abellard handed the leather coat to Naeva, who was still sitting on the horse.

The girl quickly grabbed him, shifting the embarrassment that made him misbehave. The leather jacket is large, so it is quite comfortable even in it Naeva also wears a thick coat.

Plastc ... plastik!

Suddenly his ears heard the sound of a pebble being crushed by a wheel from a distance.

"Did you hear that Abellard?" whispered the girl was worried.

"Yes, I heard it," Abellard replied softly. Sharpen his hearing with a watchful look.

"The sound is from behind us" whispered Naeva again.

Abellard immediately climbed back on her horse.

"We have to go. This area is prone to robbery. Because on a road prone to danger like this, robbers easily paralyze the victim and throw him into the abyss" Abellard said.

His hand immediately hugged Abellard tightly, as the man began to spur his horse again.

Abellard stared focused forward. He did not want to let his guard down at all, because if a little deviated, they could slip into the abyss. Naeva was horrified to look beside her. His body stiffened, trying not to move much so as not to outwit Abellard's concentration.

Finally, after a tense struggle, they entered the forest, leaving the dangerous ravine.

But Abellard hasn't been able to breathe a sigh of relief. The forest area that was in front of them was not necessarily safe.

"I have never entered this territory" Abellard said after slowing down the pace of his horse.

"Are we lost?"

"Looks not. Amily tells that after the ravine there will indeed be a small forest. We just need to go through the forest and find the countryside to rest. It's just that I don't know the ins and outs of this forest. And don't know if it's safe or not."

"You never went hunting here?"

"No. This forest is small, there are not many animals to hunt. Besides, I rarely hunt either."

"But your shots are often on target" Naeva praised.

"Yes, especially when shooting at your heart" replied the man. Then chuckle softly. "I'm good at shooting because of official practice. Since childhood I have had a practice schedule of shooting, archery as well."

Naeva nodded in understanding.

"It looks like we have to find fireflies for the future lighting. Because from here alone there are many trees that cover the moonlight. Are there any fireflies now?"

"It may still be there" Naeva replied as she spread her gaze.

Bruk!

Suddenly their dark horse's legs were shaken.

Ngiiiiik!

The horse's hunch sounded heartbreaking in the quiet night's arms.

Abellard calmed down her horse. "Hey hey, relax!" he shouted while patting the sturdy neck of the animal.

It turned out that the front legs of their horses were entering the mud. But because of panic, the horse even more entered the mud river.

Naeva immediately tightened her embrace on Abellard so as not to fall. Then the horse calmed down.

But unfortunately they are now in the middle of a mud pit whose depth reaches the thighs of horses.

Abellard noticed the mud beneath them with the help of the dim moonlight. He was worried if the mud was suction mud.

"It looks like it's just plain mud" he said in relief. "Means we can go down and cross over to land."

Naeva just nodded. His heart rate was still racing with fear just a moment ago. But she was not a spoiled girl who would cry. It's an adventure. Fear and worry are common feelings. But to shed tears, this is not the time.

Abellard had descended into the mud, its depth down to the man's waist. It is certain that the mud will drown Naeva under her chest, if the girl comes down.

"Come here, I'll carry you" Abellard spread her arms to greet Naeva.

Naeva blushed immediately. With his face down he replied, "no. It must be hard to walk in this mud. I don't want your feet to hurt and ...."

"You don't believe I'm strong?" abellard Goda. But then his face turned serious. "Come on, I won't let you down by yourself" he said with a domineering look.

Naeva breathed. He knew there was no point in denying that Abellard had looked at him that way. The girl then sat down to face Abellard.

The man placed his hand under Naeva's knee. And get ready to welcome the girl who then immediately put her hands to her neck.

Hup!

Naeva was successfully carried in the style of bridal style by Abellard.

The Count then fought his way through the legitimately mud that held his footsteps within. Eventually they reached dry land.

Naeva immediately got off Abellard's sling and helped the man up.

Abellard immediately fell on the ground with a breath of breath.

Naeva crouched down beside him with a look of pity. "You're so tired" he said, cleaning up the mud at Abellard's feet with his hands.

Abellard smiled with a breath that was still hunting. "But I'm glad I got through it without dropping you" he replied.

The plot! The plot!

Suddenly the sound of pebbles and wheels turning back sounded.

Naeva and Abellard immediately stiffened.

"We need to hide!" whispered Abellard beware.

Without a second thought, the two immediately ran behind the bushes. Naeva helps Abellard who steps down because of her feet that are smashed with mud. He lifted the man's arm to his shoulder.

"What about our horses?" naeva whispered worried.

"Let's just let it go, we'll get it later. Hopefully, they think the owner has abandoned him since."

Behind the bush they hide while waiting for who comes.

The sound of a spinning wheel is getting closer, acted out by the sound of night animals in the middle of silence.

Three caravans appeared, (a wagon-shaped train pulled by two horses). Then stop before reaching the mud puddle.

It was a gypsy caravan.

(Gypsy: ethnic groups that live nomadically or always move places to live. And they live in caravans)

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