My Notorious Gentleman's

#51

Trevor. What the fuck?

A little boy?

Trevor began to understand. Locals.

Trevor's reaction instantly went from angry to irritated.

"Back here, you******** small! Who are your parents?"

Trevor sheathed his knife and chased after the wayward boy. The boy looked back and ran away.

Goody. Trevor glared at him.

"You better not steal anything from me, you little thief! I'm gonna find out who you are. You will receive the reward!"

Suddenly, something hard hit Trevor from behind. He cursed and turned and saw the stone that hit him still rolling on the ground.

In a state of shock, Trevor immediately looked up, and found the second intruder; the one identical to the first, who had clearly thrown the stone.

The boy had already prepared another stone.

"Don't bother my brother!" yelled the little prick.

Trevor stared at the boy for a while, then laughed in disbelief.

"What are you doing on my property?" sue Trevor.

"Do you want to get yourself killed?"

Instead of answering, the boy also turned around and fled.

Still feel staggered because they just woke up and not at all entertained because it was awakened by the two wayward farmer children.

Trevor ignored them while nagging himself, sure enough that he had frightened them by now.

But just as Trevor was about to turn home, panicked and terrified screams rang out from the direction of the rushing river, followed by a loud thumping sound.

Oh, especially now? Trevor stopped and turned around, then frowned.

Two seconds later I heard a scream.

"Please!"

While cursing slowly, Trevor turned towards the river where the water was a lot and the current was heavy because of the strange weather in this cold summer.

When he saw the old log that was used as a bridge over the river, he immediately understood what had happened.

The boy who escaped earlier was not careful because he was in a hurry and tripped when he was about to cross the river.

A few meters below the log, between the swift currents of the river, Trevor saw the boy's head poking out.

"Damn it," whispered Trevor, as the little head disappeared into the frothy whirlpool.

He went straight down the steep, muddy bank of the river, and he glided over the wooden bridge to the rocks below. He went into the water to the height of his waist.

Then he dived and swam.

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Still sitting on the window bench, Grace was spending the last remaining tea in the cankirnha, when suddenly she saw a very familiar figure of smallness running fast into the entrance of her house.

Grace frowned and looked again carefully. One of the Nelcott twins? It is difficult to guess which one, but the twins usually never go alone.

Grace's expression darkened. I hope nothing happens. Hurriedly putting down his empty teacup, he stood up and rushed to the front door full of worry.

"Miss Grace's! Miss Grace! Help me!"

As soon as she opened the front door, Grace saw panic on the boy's face.

Grace completely forgot that she had not worn proper clothes, she was still wearing a nightgown and slippers, and her long hair was still on her shoulders.

He stepped outside when the boy threw himself at him.

Grace gripped the little boy's shoulder to support him even though she didn't know which one this was.

"What's wrong? Take a deep breath and tell me what happened."

"Who?" Grace screamed back.

Kenny gripped Grace's hand and pulled her a few steps toward the road.

"Come, you have to stop it! You have to help me save my brother!"

"From what?"

"From ogre! He's got a gun, Miss!"

"Who has a gun? Who exactly are you talking about? Ogre what?"

"On Grange!"

Grace's eyebrows instantly lifted. Then he held back his steps to stop the boy from continuing to pull him.

"Kenny," he ranted ferociously, beginning to realize that the child he was holding was a child who was not too stubborn.

"What have you two done?"

Kenny's face paled. "There's no time to explain! Come on, he's got my brother!"

"Kenny."

"Denny and I went to Grange to spy on the man..."

"Oh...!" Grace swallows back words that are inappropriate for a child to hear. Oh my God, first Calpurnia, now these twins.

"Listen to me." Grace gripped the boy's arm.

"You can't bother our new neighbor. He just got back from the war, Kenny. Don't you think he wants peace and quiet?"

"Grange is our place!" the boy shouted to Grace.

"It was me and Denny who claimed the place first."

"But he bought it, baby. After all, the place was too dangerous for children! You know you're not allowed to play there. Old buildings usually have a lot of rusty nails and weathered wood. You can fall and your neck is broken, and no one will..."

"That's what I'm about to tell you! Denny's down! He ran away from the man."

Grace paled.

"Are you going to help me save my brother or not?"

Grace tried to swallow.

"Let me take my shoes first." He was really shaken now that he understood exactly what had happened, he immediately returned home, threw out his sandals, and picked up the closest shoe he could find, his boots.

When Grace rushed out, Kenny was already ahead of her. The boy seemed to be running back towards Grange, instead of waiting for Grace. He ran after the boy.

Grace still doesn't know for sure what exactly happened, but it sounds like Denny had some kind of accident.

Given that her brother had to run to Grace's house to seek adult help, the site must have been urgent, and Grace was afraid that the site was serious as well.

Somewhat panicked, Grace continued to run towards Grange, hoping that not a single villager would see her wandering around in just a night dress and robe, and in no way wear underwear that can disguise the curves of his body.

Upon arrival at Grange a few minutes later, Grace heard a loud scream in the distance.

Kenny's shadow ran towards the river, far enough in front of Grace.

Grace followed, and an angry deep voice grew louder as she approached.

Rushing through the orchard, Grace saw Kenny hiding behind a tree to her right.

The boy pointed towards the river with a frightened face.

"Stay here," Grace orders, leaving Kenny.

Gasping for breath he slowed his run to a brisk pace, his face flushed red from running and he tried to catch his breath.

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