Confrontation through the window

"Your eyes are as black and bright as black gems." Dilly supposedly didn't hear what Erin said to her, still whispering to herself, "And your hair is black too, I've seen black hair before, but none of it is as straight and smooth as yours."

Dilly's meaning was understood by Erin, her dark-haired, dark-eyed self was a bit of an anomaly here, and while there would be dark hair here, European hair was curly even when it was black.

"Did I disturb you?" Dilly asked cautiously, perhaps only then thinking about it.

"No, actually I can't sleep either, I'm afraid of not having dreams." Erin laughed and shook her head, and although Dilly didn't always hear what she said, it was as if Erin was telling herself that she was really afraid of not having a dream, and even more afraid of not waking up, and being plunged into medieval Ireland in such an absurd and bizarre way, oppressed by slavers that she'd only seen and heard about in films and television.

"Actually ...," Dilly seemed to hesitate for a moment before slowly saying, "Baron Thomas is actually a good man, it's just that the others aren't easy to deal with."

"Hmm?" Erin didn't catch Dilly's words for a second, and didn't understand why Dilly went from her eyes and hair to Thomas all at once; but Erin clearly saw Dilly's little young face blush. This ... young girl, who looked at most fourteen years old, actually blushed when talking about a man!

"Your hand ..." Dilly, who hadn't heard Erin speak but saw a question mark in Erin's eyes, reached out and pointed to Erin's right hand, which was wrapped in a sheet, and explained, "In this castle, only Baron Thomas Lord can use a sword like that."

Looking at the blood that had already dried on the cloth of her right hand, it dawned on Erin that swords represented status in the West, and Thomas, as a baron, naturally used a different sword than the ordinary people here, or perhaps the other people in this castle didn't have swords at all.

Eileen stared at her hand again and again. Dilly had said that Thomas was a good man? That certainly didn't preclude that special kind of good feeling a teenage girl had for an overly handsome man; however, a man who went so far as to strike at himself indiscriminately was nothing more than a lousy person with a good-looking face.

"Still not sleeping?" Perhaps it was Dilly's words that woke Kelina up, or perhaps it was the fact that she hadn't been asleep at all either, and now finally couldn't help but speak. But as she spoke, Kelrina reached out and knocked on the head of Dilly's bed, making a sleeping gesture when Dilly looked at her, and then pointed to the opposite wall, clearly Kelrina was more careful than Dilly.

"Oh, I'm sorry. Good night, pretty Oriental lady." Dilly then seemed to understand, and was busy trying to whisper "Good night" to Erin before quickly lying back down.

There was no other sound in the room, and before long Dilly's soft snoring came through, and Erin knew that both teenage girls across the room should be asleep. And she was still under the buttocks of the hard bedboard, pinching her really hard. Lying difficult to sleep, Irene so gently stood up, bare feet to the window, she wanted to see this wonderful, strange world for her, even if she could not believe, but Irene heart clear, this "nightmare" is afraid that really will not wake up.

The glass above the window was clean, and the method of making glass had been worked out very early in the West, and by the thirteenth century it was very well developed, so Erin could see the moon clearly through the window, and Erin reached out and gently pulled the curtains a little further outwards, looking at every part of the outside that could be illuminated by the moon.

Under the moonlight, the shadows of the trees, the path is quiet, and Irene opposite the castle looks more majestic and solemn, the sense of reality filled with Irene's vision, shocked her heart, so that she had a kind of will be suffocated, this is the real travelling, she really travelled to the Ireland of Western Europe!

Suddenly, one of the windows of the opposite castle was violently pushed open, and the tall and slender figure of a man appeared in the window, followed by something snow-white being thrown out of the window by the man. Irene took a closer look, but it was a thick feather pillow, followed by a large snow-white sheet floating down from the window, landing on the ground and being reflected by the moonlight to make it even more blinding.

"Damn woman!" The man on the other side of the room cursed, still in a foul mood, as he threw down the pillows and sheets, and then closed the window again with a bang. Erin stood behind the window and she could see that the man who had thrown the items down was Thomas, but what the hell was he on about this late at night?

Thomas closed the window tightly behind him, but the moment he turned around he had a strange feeling, his intuition told him that there was a pair of eyes staring at him from the small building across the street. So Thomas quickly turned around again, pulled the window open and looked in the direction the sight was drifting from, the distance was a little farther, but Thomas could clearly see a petite figure standing behind a window across the street, and those beautiful eyes like black jewels were staring intently at him with disdain and probing.

"Damn woman, you'll see." Thomas yelled at Erin behind the window, knowing she could hear him. This woman was so annoying, she really should have made her clean the whole place before she left, otherwise her nasty long hair wouldn't have stayed on her pillow, thus disturbing her sleep.

"Ugh!" Erin froze as she clearly saw Thomas across the room pull open the window again and growl at himself. Was there really something wrong with him? It was so late in the night that he wasn't sleeping, and he was actually ranting and raving about using himself as cannon fodder.

"Wow" Irene also pulled the window in front of her and glared at Thomas, at the same time stretching out the middle finger of her right hand, gesturing at Thomas. She knew that what she was doing was obviously not ladylike, but Irene thought she was never a lady, as long as she got rid of the anger in her heart, she didn't care what baron Thomas was.

"You ..." Thomas did not expect Erin to respond with such a dirty action, a pair of narrow and deep eyes all of a sudden glaring round, want to yell back again, but saw the opposite side of the Erin "snap! "She closed the window with a snap, and then even closed the curtains.

"This damn woman, does she think she's winning?" Feeling dumbfounded Thomas was in a great atmosphere, how did this woman have so much guts to actually dare to do this to herself, and what's even more annoying is that she actually closed the window first!