Chapter 1561 Hugo IV Behind the Curtain

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"My master. Your brother-in-law, Lord Robert, has returned. He...is outside the room." The waiter said respectfully.

"Yes? Really? He's back from the battle? Let him come to see me...well, if he doesn't mind. Who else besides him?"

"And your sister, and the eldest son of the King of Mercia and the Duke of Saxony." The waiter was still respectful.

"They..." Little Hugo cheered up. "Did he also come to the Count of Nantes' day?"

"Lord Wibert, he has returned to his camp."

"That's alright. If anyone wants to come see me, let us do it. I'll wait here."

Little Hugo was lying on his side on the hospital bed. There were pieces of bright red cloth beside his pillow. Some of the pieces of cloth had dried and hardened, and the bright red had turned into a dull crimson.

"As ordered." The waiter bowed and stepped away, and the sound of footsteps gradually disappeared from the stone room.

At this moment, Robert, who had returned to the city, was waiting in the stone castle of the Earl's residence. He was accompanied by his wife Adelaide. Regraf and Bruno also gathered at the door after ordering their men to return to camp. .

In terms of identity, Robert is little Hugo's brother-in-law.

Regrave and Bruno are Hugo's guests, and they will also visit him as guests.

The guards at the stone castle gate seemed to be saluting Lord Adelaide, but in fact their erratic eyes made it clear that they were saluting Robert.

In the city of Tours, everyone with a bright mind understands that Robert will be the future master of Tours, and this future is just around the corner. Especially the guards of the stone castle, they protect the safety of Count Hugo and maintain the honor of the boy's identity. As close ministers, they are also aware of the boy's deteriorating condition.

There were no doctors in the city, and the priests had taken over their duties.

Some herbs used by ordinary people could not cure little Hugo's "hemoptysis". The priest tried to use the sacred power of "Holy Oil Flower Tea" to resist the filth in the boy's body, but these measures failed. There was nothing Archbishop Vivian could do about this.

Because tuberculosis in this era is an incurable disease!

In order to prevent the devil leaning over the boy from infecting others with darkness and evil, the priest separated Hugo's bed from the outside world with a curtain.

The youngest brother has become a sick man waiting to die. Adelaide is reluctant to let go. Now she has given up.

This woman has given up a lot. She gave up her son in Burgundy, her husband's fiefdom in the Rhineland, and she gave up her dignity and humiliation to ask the Russians for life-saving food. Now... she still has to give up her younger brother. .

But she will never give up the power she has gained!

Little Hugo was born to the last wife his old father married. After his father died, that woman was sent to the Saint-Loup convent outside the city (completely under house arrest). The little Hugo who stayed behind fell seriously ill again, which was also a kind of invisibility. Evil curse.

His youngest son is almost the same age as little Hugo, and his son Wilfin, who stayed in Burgundy, should already be on his own. Even if little Hugo miraculously recovers from his illness, the boy will not be able to shoulder the heavy responsibility of ruling Tours.

In her heart, Adelaide simply hoped that Hugo would recover. Based on her own interests, the boy should die silently...

This kind of thought must never be expressed openly, and she buried the darkness in her heart deeply.

They waited outside the stone castle for a while, and the waiter walked downstairs respectfully.

The waiter bowed slightly to Adelaide first, and then Robert. "My lords, my master has given you permission to go upstairs."

"Is his condition getting better now?" Robert asked politely.

"My master..." The waiter didn't say much, his frustration said it all.

Robert couldn't say anything. Although he was a little happy in his heart, he was not happy enough to dance behind his back.

A group of people entered this stone castle built in the Roman era. It was once a military facility and later converted into a count's residence.

Arched stone windows are arranged in a piece on the second floor. Glass is really expensive. Stained glass pieces are used to decorate the colorful mosaics of the cathedral. The stone windows here are named after

Wooden boards serve as windows and patterned muslins serve as curtains.

The second floor of the imperial palace is well decorated. The stone walls are decorated with some animal head specimens. Gold-plated bronze lamp holders hang on the stone walls. There are also chandeliers controlled by pulleys hanging on the roof. There are also battle axes, long swords and oval shields hanging on the wall.

The whole room is full of martial virtue, and purple cloth strips are sewn on some curtains, which enhances the nobility of the earl.

First there is the banquet hall, separated by a wall is the count's bedroom.

Little Hugo owns this place, but unfortunately his sick body cannot enjoy it all. He is like a criminal trapped in a cage, and the "death curse he carries" is his own sin.

Regarding this house, Robert thought more than once that if he inherited the title, he would completely demolish it. He would never live here. What he hoped to inherit was the title, not the curse on little Hugo.

To be honest, every time I actually go to see little Hugo Robert, I feel scared.

He bravely approached the wooden door. After the waiter opened the door himself, he bravely walked in.

There was a bed in front of him, and because the whole bed was wrapped with patterned curtains, the patient lying on his side could not be seen inside.

He knew that little Hugo was inside, and the patterned curtain was like a barrier against the curse.

Because of those remarks, just standing here made Robert nervous, but he had to come to see him. A moment of conflicting emotions dominated this man.

"Are you all here? Robert, are you here?" Little Hugo called him by his first name.

"I am coming."

"Regraf, Bruno, are you here too?" The boy continued to ask, and received satisfactory answers.

"Okay. Regarding the war, Robert...please tell me anything. I want to know whether the five hundred cavalry I allocated to you are safe?"

"They are all well. Very well! As God is my witness, the elite of Tours did not suffer any losses. And it is a pity that I did not win. The attack on Orleans has been suspended, and we will organize troops and horses to continue the attack next year. By that time... "

A weak cough suddenly came from the curtain. Robert noticed this and couldn't help but feel afraid.

What they didn't know was that the boy behind the curtain, whose originally waxy and bloodless face turned red due to the violent suffocation of his breath. Although little Hugo was extremely weak, he relied on his willpower to suppress his lungs, which felt like they were about to explode.

Little Hugo finally suppressed his pain temporarily and started asking again.

Through the curtain, Robert told his de jure king what had happened in the past few months in a concise and concise manner.

Robert wanted to leave as soon as possible. After getting Xiao Hugo's promise to "continue sending troops and appropriating funds next year," he was eager to leave in a dignified manner.

Suddenly, Adelaide boldly approached the curtain. She heard the violent breathing behind the curtain, and through the gap in the curtain, she saw her brother's shrunken and red face. It didn't look like what a ten-year-old boy should look like, it looked like a little skeleton.

The boy's eye sockets have been deeply sunken, and there are some balls of cloth covered with dried blood lying next to the bed. There are various signs that his half-brother has always been cursed and corroded his body.

Adelaide was heartbroken and frightened. She suddenly turned her face away and was about to leave.

"What? Sister, when you saw my appearance...you were...frightened?"

"You." Adelaide didn't know how to speak.

"I don't ask you to look at me head on. My body is cursed. I feel like I'm going to die. In the future..." Then, little Hugo finally could no longer hold back the pain with his willpower. He coughed like an explosion, and then... A new piece of white cloth turned bright red, and he expertly wiped the blood from his mouth.

The explosive cough had a long echo, and the listeners were worried and afraid of him.

However, Reglaf was not afraid. In other words, he firmly believed that the greatest bad luck in his life had been taken away by his deceased mother. If there was really a curse on little Hugo, it would not infect him.

Reglaf sympathized with the boy behind the curtain. In a sense, his own situation was quite similar to his. If Hugo was a healthy child, he would not allow others to interfere with his power, and he would be like the old count.

That way, when you grow up, you will have complete control over local power.

Adelaide let out a long sigh and asked cautiously: "What will happen in the future...?"

"Do I still need to say something?" Little Hugo paused. He was not really willing to transfer power to Robert unless he died of illness. "Everything depends on God's arrangement."

"May God bless you. Hugo, you will recover." Robert complimented.

"Thank you. I hope the Archangel will still favor me. Sister, Robert, you can all leave. With your presence in Tour, everything is getting better so far. You all can leave. I... just want to be alone. "

Robert was already feeling nervous. He stamped his foot vigorously as a signal, then pulled his wife's elbow and left quickly.

At this moment, Bruno also patted Reglaf on the shoulder: "Let's go too."

At first, Regraf left with Bruno, and suddenly stopped in the hall.

"What? You're not leaving?"

"I want to stay." Reglaf made a decision.

Bruno frowned for a moment. He glanced at the curtain in the stone room and whispered, "Are you crazy? If the curse spreads to you, you will die too."

"Do you really believe in curses? I never believe it." Regraf turned his face to the side and frowned coldly.

"You? What do you want? Do you want to go back to see Hugo?"

"I really want to do this." Reglaf smiled confidently.

"You're really crazy. I should have stopped you."

"No. Don't stop me. I am the King of Mercia, and my status is nobler than yours."

"Hey, you are using your status to talk to me at this time." Bruno shook his head. He didn't think more about it: "It's your business if you want to stay. I must leave immediately. I hope God will bless you well."

"I will be at peace."

Watching his good brother hurried down the stone stairs, Regraf was the only one left in the entire hall. He approached the stone room without any fear, and deliberately made his footsteps louder. The scabbard on his waist collided with the metal ornaments on his clothes. All the movements proved that the warrior had not left.

Hearing such a sound, Hugo behind the curtain almost cried. "Who is it? Is it you? Reglaf."

"it's me."

As soon as he finished speaking, Reglaf opened the curtain and stood directly beside the bed, looking straight at the rickety and haggard little Hugo. The unsightly appearance of the new generation of Earl of Tours was vividly displayed in front of the King of Mercia.

Little Hugo stared hard, breathing heavily due to pain and excitement: "Only...only you are not afraid of me. Only you..."

"Stop talking now, please stay quiet."

Many people were afraid of little Hugo's illness and called it a devil's curse, so much so that the waiters were afraid that they would not be able to clean the bed in time.

The bed had a very distinct smell of blood, which suppressed the odor. All the fishy smell came from coughing up blood, so Reglaf gathered the blood-stained cloths together and wrapped them with a new piece of cloth.

He knew what the waiters would do with the bloody cloths—clean them once a day and burn them all that same day.

Hugo saw everything Reglaf did, and his eyes couldn't help but get wet.

"You are so kind, just like my brother." Hugo didn't know what to say.

Reglaf, who was immersed in his work, said casually: "It would be great if I had a brother like you."

"How could you like a sick guy like me? I'm burdened with a curse."

"It doesn't matter. Even if you have a curse, you can't hurt me. I was born with a split belly. If I didn't have the protection of the gods, I would have died a long time ago. So..." Reglaf tied the cloth tightly and looked at it sincerely. Hugo's face: "If God had let me die, I wouldn't be here now. If God doesn't let me die, I won't get sick if I'm in close contact with you, and I won't die even if I fight on the battlefield."

"You are so confident. Maybe God protects you, but unfortunately... I still don't know how guilty I am. As you can see, I am going to die

. "

"Don't say such things." Reglaf's eyes widened.

"Forget it." Hugo shook his head slightly with regret: "What I look like now is almost as good as death. My father died, and they deprived me of my mother. Adelaide is my sister, but... I am already hers. Robert and my sister are the masters here, and the nobles are willing to follow them... maybe I'd better leave as soon as possible."

"Stop talking about depression."

"I really envy you. I even envy those who serve me, who can still stand up and still breathe openly."

"..." Regraf didn't know what to say anymore, so he had no choice but to continue listening.

"I heard from the archbishop that because of the curse on me, my soul will go to hell. Is hell really scary? I don't think so. I feel like I'm in hell every day now." Hugo spoke very slowly and angrily, Because he had just coughed violently, all the pressure was released along with the blood he coughed up, and his face that had once been suppressed red turned pale again.

"You're going to be fine."

"Forget it. My body is about to end. Regarding the future...Regraf, come here."

"I?"

As expected, Reglaf put his ear close and listened to little Hugo whispering some shocking arrangements for his death.

"After my death, my brother-in-law will definitely become the new Count of Tours. I can't change this, and this result should also be good for Tours. Only Robert can continue the war, and only he can ensure Lothair Tour will not be destroyed."

"He and my father are allied. The Russian army will definitely intervene in the war, and there is already an expeditionary force on the Rhine. The personal expedition my father claimed to be a charioteer may already be on the way." Reglaf could only inquire about Liuli through various channels. Regarding the Crosby and Ross expeditionary forces, the information was delayed for too long and very distorted. What he was describing to Hugo now was almost a prospect.

"I know that you Russians destroyed Aachen. If Lothair knew that you were a guest here, he would have a reason to destroy Tours. At that time, only Robert could turn the tide. Of course...and you. I have already decided that Robert will not inherit the entire fiefdom, but I will divide a portion of it."

"What? Is it possible?" The smart Regraf suddenly guessed a possibility.

Little Hugo forced a smile: "Brother, thank you for treating me as your brother. You are the king, I am just a count. You are much nobler than me. I am honored to be your brother. So, I decided to repay you."

"Is it a sum of money and some people?" At this moment, Reglaf asked knowingly.

"Shannon. I hand over the entire Shannon to you. Shannon is one of my direct jurisdictions. If I want to give him away, I have full power! I am willing to do so while I still have the power. Everything in the Shannon area The village will be yours, and your hundred Norman brothers will be placed there."

"How...how can I afford this?"

"You can afford it, you must afford it. Brother, please let me beg you. I am willing to follow the Barony of Blois established by my father. You are Baron Shannon, and I ask you to protect Tours in the future. , protect the people here and keep ordinary people away from war as much as possible. This is my last request to you."

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