Family Gun
Writer: Island
Dedicated to Monica
Located east of the Mediterranean Sea and west of the Adriatic Sea, Città di Castello in Umbria is the most classical city in Italy. Its Gothic-style houses are mysterious, ancient, peaceful, elegant and classical, as if facing the pilgrims of Assisi. Churches, watchtowers, hotels, gardens and lawns are scattered among the gray and simple walls. At this time, the sky was reddish, and it was the prelude to a storm. In late summer and early autumn, the air was hot and dry, and the alternating black and white colors were everywhere. Suddenly, there was a bang in the distant sky, which was thunder. Then there was a thunderclap, which was lightning. A storm was about to fall on this ancient city...
Knight Hoxton walked quickly towards the mansion of Marquis Blanc, his Martin boots stepped on the tender green lawn, and arrived in front of the mansion with gray walls and white bricks. Just as he was about to push open the black iron door, he heard the quarrel between Princess Losena and her Marquis father in the hall of the mansion. From Losena's voice, there was a hint of crying and anger. The voice became more and more urgent, almost like the sound of a woman about to take a knife.
When Knight Hoxton entered the hall.
The beautiful Rosaina stood in front of the Marquis, tears in her eyes, and said excitedly: "Father, you love me so much, and the man I love is Angel, but the person I love is being bullied by a few uneducated scoundrels, and I must defend my dignity and his. Baron Harlan is very innocent, but I don't love him. Those are just a show between nobles. If he knew that Angel was bullied, he would definitely help him... I think you shouldn't stop me anymore. Since our queen has issued an order to legally carry guns, she supports feminism. Men should not have the final say with their fists. Let me explain it in the end... A few noble scoundrels teased me, and Angel came alone to stop them, and then was beaten by those little nobles and servants. I don't have time to say more, I have to go quickly." After Rosaina finished speaking, she turned around and left, and saw Knight Hoxton waiting there, seemingly obeying orders. When she walked to a stone pillar, she grabbed the rifle hanging on the stone pillar with one hand and pulled it out. She only glanced at Hoxton and walked towards the gate without hesitation. Blank stared at his daughter's back, holding a gun and walking out of the door. She looked so much like her grandmother, which made him happy and sad. He was inevitably a little worried, but hesitant and did not call his daughter.
After his daughter walked out of the door, he said to Hoxton: "This matter is left to you. Go and follow Rosaina. If she shoots and kills someone, you know how to arrange for someone else to surrender instead."
"Yes, Marquis." Hoxton saluted and immediately turned around and left the hall.
The remaining Marquis Blank walked gently to the wall and sat on a red sofa. He glanced at the skull shield on the wall and the knight's armor standing under the shield. He sighed and heard the sound of heavy rain falling on the ground outside the window. Marquis Blanc was depressed and lost in thought. He thought of his ex-wife, who had been divorced for many years. She was a gorgeous lady. When she was young, she was young and ignorant of the world. She loved to play and show off. One night, she was alone in the park. As a result, she met a few gangster-like drunkards who were so bold that they dared to chase her. While chasing her, they said obscenely, "We all know that you like to masturbate. Do you like the feeling of being chased?" Humph, of course, she was knocked down by a stick by her ex-wife, but her head was also broken by a big stone. Although the police later arrested these bastards and gave them the punishment they deserved, it was not worth it for her to bleed. And now, I heard from Rosanna that one of the nobles who bullied Angel was the son of the Utunite family. If Rosanna couldn't beat them and was bullied, what should she do? You can't let Houston shoot the son of Utunite, right?
The more Marquis Blanc thought about it, the more uneasy he became. He was nervous for a while, and suddenly the old-fashioned telephone on the guest table rang. He was startled and picked up the phone with one hand. He felt uneasy, but after a while, he smiled. It was Houston's voice: "Dear Marquis, you can rest assured. I saw Princess Rosaina fired three shots and hit the thighs of those little nobles, but she didn't show up. Instead, she waited for those dandies to panic for a long time before she slowly walked over, took Angel's hand, and took him away from the place of trouble. Haha... Long live feminism, long live legal gun ownership!"
地中海以东，亚德里亚海以西，翁布里亚卡斯泰洛城是意大利最有古典韵味的城市。它的哥特式风格的房子，神秘古老，安详宁静，优美古典，仿佛面临阿西西的朝圣者。教堂、了望塔、酒店、花园、草坪星罗棋布，点缀于灰色古朴的墙壁间。此时，天空是晕红色彩的，又逢到暴风雨将临的前奏，夏末初秋，空气燥热，黑白交替的光色无所不在，忽然，遥远天际轰的一响，这是打雷了，又听霹雳一响，是闪电了，眼看一场暴风雨会落在这座古老城市里……
霍斯顿骑士快步走向布兰克侯爵的府邸，马丁靴踩在嫩绿色草坪上，抵达灰墙白砖的府邸前，正想推开黑铁门，已经听见府邸厅堂里传来洛赛娜郡主与她的侯爵父亲的争吵声，并且从洛赛娜的语音听来，隐含哭腔，愤怒，语音越说越急促，几乎是那种女人要拿刀的声音。
等霍斯顿骑士步入大厅的时候。
正逢到美丽的洛赛娜站在侯爵面前，眼含泪水，激动地说：“父亲，你是多么的爱我，而我爱的男人是安琪儿，可是我所爱的人，正受几个毫无教养的无赖欺负，我必须保卫我与他的尊严。哈伦男爵是很纯真，但我不爱他，那些只是贵族间的逢场作戏，他如果知道安琪儿受欺负也一定会忍不住出手帮他的……我想你不应该再阻止我了，我们的女王既然颁布了合法持枪的命令，就是支持女权主义，男人不应以拳头大说了算，我最后解释吧……有几个贵族无赖调戏我，安琪儿一个人过来阻挡，然后被那几个小贵族加仆人殴打了，我已经没时间多说了，必须快点过去。”
洛赛娜说完，掉头就走，正看到霍斯顿骑士等候在那似乎听从命令，她走到一根石柱边的时候，一手握住石柱上挂着的来福枪，拔了出来，只看了霍斯顿一眼，就毫不犹豫地走向大门。
布兰克凝视女儿的背影，持枪走出大门，多么像她的祖母啊，这使他又喜又悲，难免有些担心，但犹豫着，并没去叫女儿。
等到女儿出了大门后，他才对霍斯顿说：“这事情交给你办了，去跟住洛赛娜，如果她开枪杀人了，你知道怎么安排别的人去自首代替。”
“遵命，侯爵大人。”霍斯顿敬了个礼，立刻掉头离开大厅。
余下布兰克侯爵轻轻踱步到墙下，落座于一张红色沙发上，侧望一眼墙上的骷髅盾牌，又看看盾牌下伫立的一尊骑士盔甲，他叹了口气，同时听见窗外已经响起大雨落在地面的声音。布兰克侯爵心神忧郁，陷入沉思，他想起离婚多年的前妻，是个风华绝世的佳人，在她年轻的时候，年轻不懂世故，贪玩好出风头，某回竟然在一个深夜独自一人游览公园，结果遇上几个流氓式的酒鬼，色胆包天，竟敢追着她跑，一边追还一边猥亵的说“我们哥们几个都知道你喜欢自慰了，喜欢被追赶的感觉吗？”哼，结果当然是被前妻一棍子打倒了，但前妻也被一枚大石头打破脑袋，虽然后来警局搜捕到了这几个混蛋，给了他们应有的惩罚，但自己流血多不值得。而眼下，听洛赛娜说，欺负安琪儿的几个贵族，一个是乌秃尼特家族的世子，要是洛赛娜斗不过他们，反被欺负，怎么办啊，总不能让霍斯顿去枪杀乌秃尼特世子吧？
布兰克侯爵越想越不安，紧张了一时半会，突然客桌上的古式电话机铃铃响了起来，这使他徒然一惊，一手拿起电话机，心里忐忑不安，但只过一阵，他才嘴角微笑起来，却是霍斯顿的声音：“尊敬的侯爵，你可以放心了，我看见洛赛娜郡主开了三枪，击中了那几个小贵族的大腿，但她没有露出身影，而是等那几个纨绔子弟惊慌失措了半天，她才慢悠悠走过去，拉住安琪儿的手，把他带离是非之地。呵呵……女权主义万岁，合法持枪万岁！”
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