The Law of the Silent Gentleman

Giuliano unrolls the scroll.

It was a wanted notice, probably torn off from a corner by an assassin, with a portrait of Giuliano painted on it (admittedly, very similar), with a line of small words below:

"Giuliano Sacon is wanted, son of the traitor Vito Sacon, about five feet six inches tall, red-haired. Resisting arrest, fleeing, or armed, he is very dangerous. Anyone who assists in the pursuit of this person must be punished. Reward. Those who provide important clues, once verified, will be rewarded with one hundred gold Luss. If this person is captured alive, five hundred gold Luss will be rewarded. If this person is killed, one thousand gold Luss will be rewarded with the head as proof, and a mansion will be rewarded. Attention the patriotic and law-abiding citizens of Vanessa.—Proc. Pacino Boniwell, Governor of Vanessa”

Giuliano felt like his brain was going to explode! He shouted angrily, tore the arrest warrant into pieces and crumpled it into a ball. If he hadn't been injured now, he would definitely jump out of bed and make up for it a few more times.

"Boniwell, the villain! My father is his second clerk and his best friend! How could he make such a shameless announcement!"

The assassin chuckled. Did not speak.

"What? You think what I said is wrong? Is there any other possibility? That's right... That's right! It must be so! Fernando deceived Boniwell! He must have played something secretly to slander and slander my father." !"

Thinking of how friendly he had been to Fernando, Giuliano regretted it. Why didn't he see through this man's sinister intentions earlier? Fernando always gave him a kind smile, but it was all fake, his smile was his mask. Now, just thinking of Fernando's hypocritical smile makes Giuliano feel sick, and he almost spits it out!

"I must kill him!" He couldn't help clenching his fists, and tightened his cloak with his fingers. "Fernando Infonçon, I will make you pay with blood!"

The assassin leaned back on the chair, stretching his legs, trying to make himself as comfortable as possible.

"Are you stupid?"

"What?" Giuliano was taken aback.

"Since Boniwell was able to become the governor, and he has been the governor for so many years, it shows that he is definitely not an idiot. Would he doubt his trusted clerk because of someone's few words? Even if he really doubted, would he not After the trial, directly dispatch the city guards to ransack the house and destroy the house?"

"You, what do you mean?" Giuliano trembled with anger.

"Now the whole city is searching for you, and you will be found in the lower city soon. Such a big battle shows that your father and family are in big trouble. Either there is some quarrel between him and Boniwell, which leads to Your Excellency the governor is in a hurry to silence, or as the arrest warrant says, your father is really a traitor."

Giuliano jumped out of bed and picked up the assassin's collar. "You are not allowed to slander my father!"

"I am the Reticent. I never lie. Vito Sacon is a father figure to you. God knows what kind of person he is inside."

"You!" Giuliano raised his fist and smashed the assassin's face, but before he touched the mask, the assassin raised his knee and hit his wound. The young man immediately knelt down with his stomach in his arms, his face turned pale from the pain, and even cold sweat broke out. The assassin leaned on the chair leisurely, as if it was not a broken wooden chair that was about to rot, but a throne inlaid with gold and jade. Giuliano hated his superior appearance very much, but the pain cooled his anger. He immediately realized that he had to rely on the assassin to survive, so he must not turn against the assassin now.

He moved back onto the bed with difficulty, clutching his stomach. He felt the wound open, maybe bleeding. Enduring the painful wound and self-esteem, he reluctantly said: "I must find out the truth and avenge my parents. But I... I have no strength. Please help me. I am willing to do anything."

The assassin sat motionless in his chair. Giuliano wasn't sure what he meant. After a while, the assassin said, "Should I do it myself?"

This man is mentally ill. Giuliano thought to himself. He just likes to see other people humbled, and satisfies his own sense of vanity by sacrificing the dignity of others. Giuliano knew what the assassin wanted: nothing more than that. He never imagined that one day he would sell his luster in exchange for a glimmer of life. But he had to. Seeing the calm look of the Assassin, he must have gotten used to it, because there are always people asking for him.

Giuliano hesitantly reached out a hand and placed it on the assassin's knee. How does he know how to please men! His family education is very strict, and he has never been to any improper place. Even if he mentions it, as long as his parents or tutors hear him, he will be severely punished. The aristocratic children of his age had long been frequent visitors of Huajie and Liuxiang, and were familiar with the affairs of men and women. But he was completely blank in this regard, only occasionally heard about their romantic affairs from pig friends and dog friends, and then relying on his own imagination, he vaguely got a general impression of beauty. He didn't know how the assassin could be satisfied, so he could only use his own way of relieving his desire to please him. He unbuttoned the assassin's belt, reached into his trousers, held the thing under his crotch and gently rubbed it. His face was red to the ears, in order not to let the assassin see his embarrassment, he had to lower his head deeply, pretending to be concentrating.

As the Assassin's stuff hardened, Giuliano felt it might be time to go a step further, so he knelt in front of the Assassin. However, he has no idea how to "go further". He once heard from friends who visited brothels that some prostitutes would satisfy customers with their mouths, which was very useful, and there was no man who didn't like this. Does that mean he has to take the assassin's **** in his mouth? Just the thought made his stomach queasy. He held the thing, hesitating whether to hold it or not, when the assassin suddenly pushed him away. The chair rubbed against the ground, and with a "creak", the assassin stood up and quickly pulled up his pants.

"The technology is too poor! If you continue to do this, you will have to subsidize my tuition!"

Giuliano remained on his knees, glaring at the assassin angrily. "Then why don't you **** yourself?! I promise not to resist, just **** me! ... Hey! Where are you going!"

The assassin turned and went out. "Find a picture of a naked girl and **** it!" He slams the door, leaving Giuliano inside.

Giuliano was so angry that he kicked over the chair and vented all his anger on the innocent furniture. He had already abandoned his dignity, lowered his attitude to the lowest possible level, almost doing it with the determination to die, but the assassin dismissed him! How can there be such a person in the world! He was so wronged that he was about to cry. But when he thought that what happened to him was far less terrible than the destruction of his family, he felt that it was not worth crying over these trivial things. He leaned against the wooden bed, hugged his knees, and tried to hold back his tears. At this time yesterday, he was happily enjoying a hearty breakfast with his family in the garden, and he was going to go out with his dear cousin later. In just one day, his situation changed drastically. How much he missed his mother's lovely tableware collection, the chef's delicious desserts, kirsch on the rocks, spotless tablecloths and fragrant gardens. He misses all the good things.

He was tired, hungry, physically and mentally exhausted, and he just lay down on the floor and fell asleep. After an unknown time, he felt someone kick him lightly, and he jumped up like a cat whose tail has been stepped on.

It turned out that the assassin had returned. He had changed again, now wearing a tight black gown with embroidered silver trim, a golden fox mask, and a long strip of parcels tucked under his arm. Seeing him go and return, Giuliano somehow felt that a big stone in his heart had fallen to the ground. He was very worried that the assassin would never come back, or bring the city guards to catch him.

The assassin threw the long parcel at Giuliano. The young man unwrapped the cloth and found inside it two loaves of semolina bread, a strip of bacon, and even a rotten apple with a hole in it.

Giuliano is usually pampered and eats delicacies carefully prepared by senior chefs. Now he is really reluctant to eat such poor food.

There was a sarcastic smile in the assassin's eyes: "What? The young master doesn't bother with my 'rough tea and light food'? Then don't eat it, give it back to me."

Giuliano involuntarily grasped the wrapping.

"Oh? Don't want to again? Are you reluctant? You also know that food is hard to come by? Or is your only ability to yell at me?"

Giuliano's face was hot, and he felt unspeakably awkward. It stands to reason that the assassin saved him and is his benefactor, so he should treat him with courtesy, not to mention that without the assassin, he could do nothing, but he just couldn't help pouring out all the malice in his heart.

He grabbed the bread and took a small bite. The bread was hard enough to chip his teeth, but it was surprisingly tasty. Hunger is the best sauce. He no longer cared about dining etiquette or aristocratic modesty, grabbed the bread and devoured it hungrily. The assassin took another bottle of wine from his magic cabinet and handed it to Giuliano. The young people are so hungry that they can't choose what to eat, and even the bad wine tastes like ten years old wine.

The assassin looked around and found the chair that had been kicked over. Giuliano expected him to be angry, but the assassin just lifted the chair, dusted it off, and sat down. When Giuliano was full, the assassin said slowly, "If you want my help, be honest and tell me everything you know."

Holding the half-empty wine bottle in his arms, Giuliano sorted out his thoughts. A small voice somewhere inside told him: You can trust this assassin. If he was going to betray you, he would have done so already.

Perhaps he got angry at the assassin without scruple, precisely because he subconsciously trusted the assassin. He has a good and strict education, can control his temper, and only reveals the weakness of character in front of the closest people.

Giuliano told everything that happened yesterday: the arrival of cousin Fernando, the welcome of their family, the mutation at midnight, the embarrassing escape... He walked through the underground tunnel and entered a stinking drain. At the end of the drain is the River Derain, which flows through the city. He is alone and in desperate need of assistance, and the best way to do this is to find a reliable friend. He had a lot of friends, but they all lived uptown. However, when Giuliano climbed the embankment, all the roads leading to the upper city were blocked. As soon as he appeared, the guards drew their swords and chopped them down without saying a word. He turned and fled in the opposite direction: downtown.

The assassin knew what happened next.

Giuliano spoke slowly, trying to restore every detail, even those that were not so necessary, such as every dish at the reception banquet, every scenic spot visited with Fernando. But the assassin didn't interrupt him, nor did he express his impatience, but patiently listened to all the narration. He seemed to have a natural ability to listen well, or maybe it was a habit of his profession. When Giuliano had finished speaking and had nothing more to say, the assassin got up and took out a third bottle of wine from his magic cabinet. This bottle is for himself. He drank most of the bottle in silence, then turned to Giuliano. His eyes peeped out of the holes in the golden fox mask were full of wisdom, as if a ghostly idea popped up in his mind.

He strikes like lightning, picking up a lock of the young man's hair before Giuliano dodges.

"Is your hair natural or dyed?"

Giuliano didn't like the assassin touching his hair, like a lady caressing a beloved pet. He wanted to swear at each other again, but held back in time, so he replied stiffly: "It's natural, what's wrong?"

"You need to dress up, starting with your hair. Your hair is too visible and has to be dyed, or washed back to its original color, or do you want to shave it all?"

Dyeing hair is now popular in the Yord cities, and anyone who is fashionable will dye their hair in various colors. But Giuliano didn't like it very much, perhaps because his hair color itself is very bright. Yoders rarely have red hair.

"...By the way! Why can't I wear a mask like you reticents?" Giuliano had a flash of inspiration, "Put on a mask, and no one will recognize me!"

The assassin said nothing, but Giuliano heard muffled laughter from beneath the mask. This is the sound that the most reserved aristocrats make when they are amused by a farce in the theatre.