Bettor Mr. Nobles
Chapter 70

Naeva came out of the Phuri Dai caravan with a fresh body. Her hair was braided back. He saw Abellard still curled up on a long wooden table with a flower-patterned linen blanket. The table was descended from a third caravan that was larger than the other caravans.

Naeva smiled looking at that sleeping handsome face. Looks plain like a baby. The girl walked over and squatted in front of him. Look at the face that teased her last night. Abellard is like a baby, adorable and stubborn.

"Abellard, wake. It's morning" he called slowly.

But Abellard did not open her eyes.

"Hey, Monsieur Count of Abellard de Marseille, open your eyes. It's morning, "repeated louder.

But it seemed that the Count was completely immersed in his dream. The thick eyebrows were neatly arranged, her charming lips were covered with a perfect shape.

Naeva suddenly gets an idea to prank him. While smiling mischievously, the girl pulled a blade of grass from the side of her foot to tickle the perfect face.

But before the tip of the grass touched the man's skin, his hand was suddenly caught in a quick motion.

Taps!

"I won't open my eyes until I have a good morning kiss" Abellard said in a hoarse voice. A typical male voice when just waking up.

The man clasped his hand with his eyes still closed.

Naeva choked for a moment, then quickly pulled her hand as she stood up.

"Because you've woken up, I-I'm going to see Phuri Dai's granddaughter" she stuttered. Then hurried to step into the caravan of princess Phuri Dai.

Abellard opened her eyes. Then smilingly looked at Naeva who hurriedly left her. She loved to see Naeva misbehaving and blushing like that.

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On the terrace of the third caravan, Phuri Dai's daughter was nursing her baby. Naeva approached enthusiastically.

"Good morning, M'mselle," greeted the young mother with a warm smile.

"Good morning" Naeva replied, but her eyes were fixed on the baby in a sling. I can't wait to see that cute little creature. "Is the baby sleeping?"

"No, he's been up since morning. Crying asking ASI."

"Well, he's a real wanderer. Ready to get up in the morning and continue the journey again" joked Naeva while laughing softly.

Princess Phuri Dai also laughed when she heard it.

"Do you want to carry it?" bargain the woman, understand Naeva's interest in the baby.

"Yes, I'd really like to carry her if you'd like."

"Of course, M'mselle. Please ...." Princess Phuri Dai raised her baby and gave it to Naeva who was standing below. The girl greeted the baby still wrapped in the thick blanket and held him lovingly. Naeva doesn't know how to hold the right baby. She just followed her instincts as a woman.

The baby's mother then came down from the caravan terrace. Then grabbed her baby's calm left hand in Naeva's sling. The woman opened the bracelet from the beautiful beads the baby was wearing.

"May I put it on your hair?" ask the woman.

Naeva did not understand her intention, but the girl nodded as well.

Princess Phuri Dai stepped behind Naeva and tied the bracelet made with the elastic cord at the braid end of the girl's hair.

"This is a bracelet that contains a blessing, M'mselle. It'll protect you," he explained.

"How about the baby?"

"He has another blessing bracelet." Princess Phuri Dai smiled warmly.

"Thank you, I'm so glad to accept it. You are very kind" he said. Not because of the greatness of the bracelet he received.

But because of Phuri Dai's daughter's good intentions and her concern.

After bidding farewell to everyone, Naeva and Abellard finally went on a journey in a different direction to the gypsy family's destination. They split up and moved towards their respective goals. But the beautiful memories created in that night will never be forgotten.

Abellard's black horse stepped slowly down the road that would lead to the countryside.

"Looking at you carrying the baby earlier made me impatient" Abellard said.

"Can't wait?"

"Hm, can't wait to see you holding our baby."

"You're always teasing me" Naeva said.

"I'm not flirting. I want to marry you soon."

Naeva. His ideals are the same, living happily with Abellard. But perhaps the hurdle they faced was still too great.

Two hours drive, they finally saw a village. The wooden houses that were about 10 meters away from each other in front of them looked beautiful. Vegetable plants and flowers in the courtyard of the house make the village feel cool and soothing.

Some women were seen cleaning their small gardens, with toddler children running around.

"I'm going to ask one of those women" Abellard said. Then take Naeva down from the horse and approach one of the houses.

"Bonjour, Madame ..." said Naeva kindly.

The woman in the courtyard of the house noticed the uninvited guest with a puzzled look. Trying to guess who the handsome young man and the beautiful girl who stood outside the gate.

"Bonjour ... Who is it necessary?" hesitated answer.

"We want to take a ride, Ma'am," replied Naeva. "Beausoleil village, is it still far from here?"

The simple dress woman stained with the ground seemed to think for a moment. "Beausoleil is not a village. That's the name of a black sheep farm" he replied later.

"Oh, farm?"

"Yes." Yeah."

Naeva and Abellard looked at each other. It turns out that the address Amily gave was the farm address. And it seems that their goal is not far away anymore.

"Yes, you guys just walk straight. About an hour's drive from here, you'll find a place that's bright and full of sunshine. As the name suggests, Beausoleil." Obviously the woman. (Beausoleil: beautiful sun, sunny place)

"Good, Ma'am. Thank you for your help. We'll continue on our way." Naeva bowed her body while smiling.

The two then rode their horses back and walked down the straight village road like the instructions of the woman earlier. Not far away they left, Naeva heard the female neighbor ask in a loud voice.

"Are they buyers of scapegoats from the city?!"

"Okay, but it doesn't seem to be. Where might the young men from the city deal with the goats!" answer the woman.

Naeva smiled amusedly. Those women no matter who they were talking about could still hear it.

If he had to answer, he would say their purpose was not to buy scapegoats, but to pick up the scapegoat.

An hour away at medium speed, they finally saw a vast meadow. As the woman said, the place was indeed fully illuminated by the sun. Absolutely beautiful, fresh green grass combined with golden sunshine color.

Hundreds of scapegoats grazed in the middle of the field.

Abellard slowed down his horse. And saw a large farm building on the edge of the meadow.

"We're gonna ask the rancher where Amily's house is."

"I agree," Naeva replied as she stared at the meadow with her eyebrows linked. He was really surprised to see a goat there, there was no one colored other than pitch black.

"Why do they keep only black goats?" ask the girl.

"It looks like black it's kind of. Kind of a scapegoat" Abellard replied.

Naeva.

Then look towards the farm building.

As they got closer, suddenly from the door of the large cage came out someone with a slumped position. It looks like the guy was pushed from the inside.

"Astaghfiullah! What's going on in there?!" exclaim Naeva shocked.

"It seems like there's a showdown. We better get down here to monitor the situation" Abellard replied in a lowered voice.

A fat man appeared from inside with a furious look and a curse coming out of his mouth.

"The man mistreated a woman, we have to help him, Abellard!" exciting Naeva. Although her face is not yet visible, Naeva believes it is female.

The fat man who wore a typical breeder toad and cowboy hat then grabbed the hair of the woman who was still lying on the floor with a rough.

Abellard's hand clenched at him. "Well, let's warn that bang*sat guy!" furious with the Count who could not see the persecution of women.

The man then spurred his dark horse. Until the galloping quickly approached the cattle pen.

As soon as he arrived, Abellard jumped off his horse.

The fat man looked surprised and let go of his trap.

"What is this, Monsieur?! Why are you torturing a woman?!" snapped Abellard wrathful.

Naeva quickly came down and stood beside Abellard.

"It's my business!" sniff the man by glancing at his eyes. "Who are you?! Come and step on my farm?!"

"We are the ones who will report you to the legal authorities for this persecution!" abellard.

The woman who was falling on the floor slowly raised her bruised-looking face.

Seeing that suddenly Naeva squealed.

"Yes God! Jean?!" he shouted while approaching the woman who turned out to be his brother Amily.

Abellard saw and felt the same shock. Didn't expect the person they were looking for they would find in such an ill-fated state.

"Mlle Gaulle?" lirih Jean tried to get up.

Naeva helped him sit down.

"You ... Why is this so?" naeva's voice sounded trembling. This sight really made him cringe.

"Oh! So you know each other?" The cruel fat man suddenly asked. "Good, there's finally someone I can charge!"

"I'll pay for it, Mr. .." interrupted Jean weakly.

"Pay what you said?! By what? Your father has eliminated 3 of my frangs! And today you're not good at keeping my cattle until they're drowned in the river! I should have drowned you in the well today!"

Abellard was immediately inflamed hearing the man's harsh words. Without a second thought, his feet stepped over and thrust his fists into the round face of the man.

Buk up!

The Comte's fist hit his jaw. Made the big man stagger and fall to the floor.

"You're torturing women just because you can't take care of your cattle?! Your brain is like your pet! It's senseless!" murkaniah.

Abellard then reached into his pants pocket and pulled out a wad of money. "It! Take this money and make the best use of it. Because your farm is about to go out of business!" he growled while throwing the banknote at the man's oily face.

Seeing that, Jean suddenly cried. The steel-hearted woman was actually crying. Roared so hard that his shoulders shook violently.

Naeva was surprised to see it. The hard-natured woman seemed to suffer greatly. He immediately grabbed the body that now looks thinner with a chest that feels tight. The wailing of the woman who was usually cold was heartbreaking.

Naeva bit her lips hard. Holding back the pain that gripped his heart.

The place was very beautiful and brightly lit, yet so contrasted with his dark and gloomy human life.

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Meanwhile, at the castle of Marseille, Mary ran in a hurry to the room of the Count of Abellard.