Chapter 6 third chapter

"Ahem!" I went to the city to collect kitchen waste, and on the way out, I spat at the back door of the city.Hamel, the deacon of the lord's mansion, was concerned about my health and asked me if I had the courage to enter the city full of alcohol.I don't know if his way of kicking people's legs and hitting people's heads is a kind of concern. Since I'm not going the right way, there's nothing to worry about.Official guests will go through the front door, and no one will go through the back door except for people like me who go to the lord's house to pay things.So there will be no guards, even if I spit, it's no big deal...

"You rude fellow, what did you just do?" The back of the head that had been hit before was suddenly hit again.But there was no one in the city who could protect me, so I hurriedly lowered my head and said: "Sorry, I was wrong. I just unconsciously..." "Well, are you willing to reflect on your mistakes?" Wait a moment.The voice seemed familiar.I lifted my head up a little and saw Shan Sen's face smiling like a fool. "Shan Sen! Damn it, it almost scared me to death!" "Then why do you do things that will scare you. Why? Are you here to collect meat?"

"What meat? It's fat! But what is the captain of the guard doing at the back door?" "Ah, I lost something around here because I was drunk last night..." After Shan Sen spoke with confidence, it seemed that he suddenly realized that he was talking to me.Shan Sen's expression froze all of a sudden, I must not let go of this good opportunity. "Missing something? But you sneaked here alone to look for it..." "I have to perform a security mission, don't I?" "No, no. There should be people who are not on duty. If you ask them, they will definitely help you. In other words, your thing is something that cannot be discovered by others..."

"You, you, you have too much imagination, don't you?" "Huh? Look, you're getting excited? That means your stuff is pretty secret and too small to lose. Mmm. But you have to go back and find something like that. So it's..." Shan Sen's eyes were wide open, and he stared at me with an expression of "You guy, how could you say something I haven't seen?"I said with the expression that seems to be delicious: "Is it a ring?" Shan Sen looked at me with an expression on the verge of fainting. "You, you, how do you...?" "I saw the ring on the girl's finger was gone. Who was she going to give it to? I don't really want to say her name at all. Her name is..."

Shan Sen grabbed my shoulder. "Please...let me beg you." Shan Sen's expression at that time was really admirable.I didn't continue talking, just hugged my stomach and kept laughing.what!What kind of warrior can you single out against ogre? After a while, Shan Sen and I began to rummage through the grass near the back gate of the city.Because it is autumn, crickets often jump up suddenly.While searching desperately there, Shan Sen kept urging me to swear, asking me not to tell others.I said I was only seventeen years old, not yet old enough to swear, so I rejected him outright.Swearing is something that you can only do when you are an adult and you can take responsibility for what you say, isn't it?

"You promise me!" "Promise anything. It's kind of hard. Sometimes I can't even control my mouth." I just wanted to state the facts, while Shan Sen was cursing with profanity.Hmph, I am much nobler than this. After a while, I found a small brass ring. "Shansen, I found it!" Shan Sen jumped up happily.As I handed it to him, I said: "Because it's too small, it can't be worn on your finger. If you don't want to lose it, it's best to put it on with a thread and hang it around your neck." "Ah, I've already done that, but the thread broke. I'll have to prepare the chain next time."

Shan Sen didn't look at me when he spoke.All his attention was focused on the copper ring, carefully turning it over and over again, touching and looking at it, as if he was not bothering to check if it was damaged.I guess if I wasn't around, maybe he'd put the ring in his mouth and taste it.I had goosebumps all over my body, and I couldn't bear to watch it. The two of us sat under the tree to enjoy the shade.Shan Sen was still touching the ring until this time, he blushed and said: "If I come back this time, I will officially announce to everyone and hold a wedding."

"Why come back this time?" "It's just coming back after participating in the Amtar Discussion." My eyes widened at once. "Huh? Shan Sen, are you going too? Aren't you the guard team defending the city?" "Rather than the garrison guarding the city, it is better to say it is Lord Hetante's garrison. Isn't the purpose of defending the city to protect the lord?" "Ah, that's right..." "This time our lord will also participate in the expedition." This incident was funnier than my dad's supporting the crusade.I said dumbfoundingly:

"My lord? Has he not forgotten how to ride a horse?" "Huh? How do you know? So this time go by chariot." I immediately opened my mouth wide.What?chariot?In my imagination, things like chariots should be found in the south, on the border with Jeppen. I don't believe that there will be such things in our city. "What? We have chariots in our town?" "Well, the lord ordered my father to do it. It was converted from a truck." I don't want to go on.It must have looked neither like a modified chariot nor like a wagon, but like a market cart.At that moment, I really did understand the meaning of the phrase "I can't laugh or cry".

"What is the lord doing? To be honest, as long as our lord doesn't roll off the chariot, we are already lucky. Do you want him to swing around with the spear?" Shan Sen also said with a smile: "Well, although it's a bit rude of me to say that, I don't quite believe he would do it." "Then why is he going?" "Good question. This time, the dragon and the Dragon Soul Envoy have come from the capital! So, as the owner of this village, I have to go." "So it's out of desperation, isn't it?" "You can't say that either. Deacon Dahamel failed to stop him this time."

"what?" "Since the sixth expedition, the lord has always wanted to go. But during this period, Deacon Hamel has not let him go, has he? However, because there are distinguished guests from the capital this time, even Deacon Hamel It cannot be dissuaded.” The sixth crusade... Ah, the time when the lord's only son, the young lord, died in battle. I remembered.The young lord, Baron Hetante.We don't care much about the nobleman's name, the only nobleman in our own village is Viscount Hetante, so we can't make a mistake.However, Albans Hetant, the son of Viscount Hetant, graduated from the non-commissioned officer school in the capital, and made some contributions in the war with Jeppen, so he became Baron Hetant, and was awarded at a place some distance from our village. When we lost the territory, we often got confused at that time.So at first we called them Viscount Hetante and Baron Hetante respectively, but later we got bored, so we naturally developed a habit of calling them the lord and the young lord.I recall that the Young Lord liked the name too. But the lesser lord did not rule his domain for long.Since his birth, he has accumulated hatred for Amtat, who ravaged his father's territory, so he joined the Sixth Crusade even though his father kept him. Three weeks later, people saw our lord's wife, the young lord's mother, holding the young lord's helmet, crying bitterly on the village road in the rain.I didn't understand the situation at that time, I just cried with the wife of the lord and the people around me.I haven't seen the Lord's Lady since that day.She seemed to be completely hiding in her mansion and could not come out. I recalled the scene at that time and whispered: "Speaking of it... After the young lord passed away, even if our lord is alive, it is like a hell on earth. Probably every morning when we open our eyes that we don't want to open, we will see the cruel fact that our son is no longer there, and every night we close our eyes. If you close the eyes that you don't want to close, you will be immersed in the nightmare of your son's death." Shansen looked at me with surprised eyes. "Hey, do you have a fever, or is your pulse a little abnormal..." "Enough, enough. If you have time to secretly fall in love, why don't you read some books!" This is a paraphrase of what Carl said to me the other day.But Shan Sen just smiled. "Then after you come back, you plan to get married with everyone's blessing?" "Well. You will come to congratulate me. I will also formally invite you." Didn't he ever think that maybe he wouldn't come back alive? I am only seventeen years old.But it's not easy for me to say that.And if you ask this question, what good answer can you hear?Even if I didn't say it, he would still have such a terrible thought in his mind.So not only did I not say it, but I deliberately made a happy expression and said very kindly: "That... that girl is really pitiful. How can she be like this ogre-like man... It's all caused by the mill!" "What did you say? You bastard!" "Hey, who is to blame? Hearing that the other party said he would come to the mill at night, why did he go without vigilance? Before that day, the boy belonged to the girl, but after that day, the girl belonged to the boy. Even the moonlight was dyed red by the boy's restless confession. The boy locked the girl's lips with his sweet lips, making her unable to refuse. Ah, it's so beautiful. The girl lost her freedom because her lips were stolen. Like a bird in a cage, like a wild horse bound by a bridle..." "Hey! Xiu Qi! Stand still! Stop, I won't beat you. If I catch you, you will die!" Shan Sen was about to burst into tears, as if he had forgotten his mission as the captain of the guard, and ran after me after saying something that was not right in the beginning.I happily ran up the main road in the village.The villagers help me everywhere. Shansen either tripped over his foot for no reason, or bumped into someone for no reason, while I sang very easily, and finally, under the enthusiastic response and expectation of the villagers, I almost said the girl's name... But because He is so pitiful, I still let him go.Keep it for now, it can be used next time. I carried the wooden barrel filled with fat and oil on my back and walked onto the forest path.The weather was so good that I wanted to whistle, the breeze was blowing, and I was so comfortable that I even forgot the pain from being hit on the head by Shan Sen.But because of the fishy smell of fat, it all ruined again.I walked silently. Then suddenly Jemini jumped out from behind a tree beside the path. "good afternoon!" Jamie appeared with her hands behind her back, as if she was stroking her ass. "You were beaten badly?" It was better to be hit by the palm of Jemini's mother than to be punched by an ordinary man.But Jemini, who has been trained for seventeen years, seems to be nonchalant. "Well. But why are you carrying the fat drum? Didn't you say yesterday that the work was done?" "Another order has been placed. It's a candle for Amtar's warlords." "Really? How much more needs to be done?" "I don't know either. The knights from the capital will make a battle plan with the commanders of the conquest army, and then the consumption will be determined. But according to my thinking, it probably won't be much." "why?" Jamie started walking with me. "Because there won't be many knights coming, and there won't be any special battle plan. In the past, because there were a lot of people, a lot of candles were needed, but this time it is not the case. Rai's duel. So the knights don't need to stay up all night to discuss strategies... Because the distance is about ten days away, so if you calculate the round trip, it only takes about a hundred sticks." "Well. It should be." Jamie nodded. "But yesterday's Dragon Soul Envoy, if there is a war, will he ride on the back of the dragon?" "Huh? Why? Of course not." "Huh? Didn't he ride on Kasaiple's back to command?" "The little devil knows what war is. You are talking about dragon knights. Those knights have the permission of the dragon, so they sit on the dragon's back. The dragon soul messenger... is just a medium between the dragon and the people. They are just a kind of The symbol represents the contract that the dragon obeys the orders of the people." I said it solemnly, but Jemini just pouted. "I can not understand what you say." I frowned. "Oh, what a headache. You girl! Let me put it this way, where do you live? The lord's forest, isn't it?" "Ok." "But is the lord himself the one who guards the forest? The rights to cut trees, pick fruits, pick mushrooms, and hunt in the forest all belong to the lord, don't they?" "Oh... yes." "But in fact, your father is in charge of the forest. Do you understand? To cut down trees and pick mushrooms in this forest, you don't need the permission of the lord, but your father's permission." Jamie nodded with a proud expression. "Well, that's right." "Understood? Although the Dragon Soul Envoy is the master of the dragon, in fact, if you have something to ask the dragon, you don't have to ask the Dragon Soul Envoy at all. Just ask the dragon directly. The same is true for Kasaiple. Because people He said that he hoped to destroy Amtat, and after hearing this, Kasaiple made up his mind to fight a war." Jamie tilted her head in thought for a while.Then she seemed to have some strange idea, clapped her hands, and said: "In other words, if I ran to Kasaiplei and said to it: 'Let me ride it', as long as it agrees, I can ride it? And I don't need to ask the permission of the Dragon Soul Envoy?" "That's right. That's right. So dragons communicate directly with people. The dragon soul messenger doesn't have to do anything. But if there is no dragon soul messenger around the dragon, it won't communicate with people at all. It's going to kill people right away." "Like Amtat?" "Yeah... just like that nasty thing!" I kicked the small rocks on the ground.But after the stone hit the tree, it bounced annoyingly back to my feet, and this time I kicked it as hard as I could, and the little stone disappeared into the woods. "Don't be angry." "Fuck him, I just don't want to hear that name!" Jemini looked at me sadly, but I turned away.Turning around, Jemini also cast her gaze elsewhere.We just walked for a while in silence.Jamie suddenly said: "Do you really want to try it?" "what?" "Would you like to ask Kasaiple to let me ride?" All my anger disappeared in an instant.My God, Kalambel! "... Of course Casepley will let you ride." "Really?" "Yeah. Then I will fly you high into the sky, chew it carefully, swallow it with a gurgling sound, and then fly down as if nothing happened. I probably won't even burp once. With your size, Probably not very full after eating..." "Xiu Qi! Why do you say such terrible things every time?" Jamie stomped on my foot and ran away.The damn girl.All I could do was yell at her because I had the fat bucket on my back.She waved her fist at me from a distance. Damn, damn, damn, the sweet little thing! Huh?Strange, am I crazy? I started refining candles. First put the processed animal fat in water and boil it over low heat.After a while, the oil has all floated to the surface of the water, and the oil is picked up again.The thing is hot and smells terrible, so this time-consuming step is hard work.After the oil is filtered, a coagulant such as wax is added.Then pour the mixed thing into the mold where the candle wick was placed in advance.If the wick is twisted with thread, the flame will look very nice, but the thread is expensive.So we dip the reeds in oil and dry them to make candle wicks.The reed wick will crackle and emit sparks when it burns, and its brightness is relatively low, but at least the material is free. These are then left to cool in the shade before being poured out of the mold and the candle is complete.Although it seems simple enough to make people feel boring, you can do it yourself.You will find that this is actually not an easy task. For me, it is also very difficult.Whether it's watching how the oil melts, grabbing the amount of coagulant, or being careful not to break the wick when pouring the oil, everything requires skillful craftsmanship.If you are unlucky and the wick is broken, all the materials for a whole candle will have to be thrown away.It took me a long time to learn the technique of getting the oil right the first time. All important production steps are done by myself.I sat in the open workshop, pouring the oil in the pan, thinking about my father. It would have been nice if Dad had been around to give me some guidance, but he didn't even come near the workshop at all.He got a stick from somewhere and was swinging it around the yard.He probably mistook that stick for a gun, and he'd be lucky if he hadn't put his name on it.Seeing that he is so old, and he is waving a stick and yelling "Ah! Ah! Ah!", even if he is my father, I can't stand it anymore. "dad!" "Is everything done?" "Well. The molds are full." There are a total of forty candle molds in our family.So if you want to do a hundred, you have to do it several times.Of course no one ever said to make a hundred of them, but I guess that's about that number.And now, after I have filled forty candle molds, the pot is just empty.Because everything left in the pot has to be thrown away (it cannot be returned to the pot and cooked for the second time), so I roughly estimated in advance to make the materials used just right. Dad saw this too.Because I showed it to my dad on purpose. "You will certainly make a good husband." "……thanks." I moved the candle mold to a cool place, washed the pot, and tidied up the materials.During this period, Dad was still there, "Drink!" "It hurts me to see it." "Be humble and respect me. Don't be jealous." "Do you want me to practice with you?" "At the end of the day, it's going to be blood and blood. Then get a stick!" I ran to the side of the workshop to choose a stick, and then glanced at the stick my father was holding.I ended up picking an extra long and extra heavy one.Dad raised his eyebrows. "Hahaha. As the saying goes, a good carpenter doesn't pick tools." I shrugged, put down the stick I had just picked, and picked up a bigger one. "...This damn guy." I picked up the stick and started whirling it around my head.I occasionally see Shan Sen or his subordinates playing like this. But I still added my own unique movements.At the end, Shan Sen would raise the gun to the height of his waist and stop, but I missed the stick and let the stick fly out, and then ran to pick it up panting. No matter what, Dad and I were finally able to hold the wooden stick and stand in the yard looking at each other.In my opinion, Dad didn't even look like he was holding a stick.It's not a knife, why should it be held in front of the chest?His feet stand casually, wide apart.If you stab him now, he won't even be able to hide. "Your feet stand a little closer together, shoulder-width apart." "Are you trying to trick me?" "...This is a very simple suggestion." Dad obediently put his feet together a little.I made a gesture, and said: "Hold the gun like this. Do you think you're chopping with an axe? Keep your hands apart." Dad still did as I said.For the next thirty minutes, we put on a scene that I couldn't bear to watch. I didn't know I was this guy before.Every time I stick out the stick, I will retract it when I almost touch my father.But the father beat his son like a dog, mercilessly.It's not that difficult to dodge his moves.Speaking of Dad's level of kung fu, even if I stood still, he would stab somewhere else.Instead, every time I tried to hide from him, I accidentally bumped into his stick. "Hmph, can you continue to fight?" "Do you think I can't fight?" "I see you're totally out of it. Get up." I stood up with my father's support.The sun was setting.Leaning on Dad's shoulder, I walked to the table in front of the hut, and Dad came over with the water bottle himself.The surrounding area was flushed, I don't know if it was related, but Dad's face looked particularly warm. I swallowed and said: "Dad. Do you really think you can get back like this?" "Yes, I am also very worried. What if the commander is surprised by my martial arts and drags me to the capital to meet His Majesty the King? I like this village better." "..." Dad stroked my hair and smiled. "Don't worry. It's going to get better. There are eight more days to practice." "Are you leaving in eight days?" "Well. I heard the news in the city today. I will be participating in the training in the city from tomorrow." "It's only been a week of training..." "What's the matter, anyway, the commander of the battle doesn't expect much from us. Anyway, they are all ready to let Kasaiple fight." "If you were hiding behind Casepley and someone yelled 'Assault!', you would immediately say: 'Ugh! I got shot!' and fall to the ground." "Can Amtat shoot arrows? Then I have to report this information to the commander as soon as possible." "Who is the commander?" "It's the capital knight who came here to protect the Dragon Soul Envoy. His name is Xiu Lizhe. I heard he is an earl." "The earl's status is higher than that of our lord!" "Just look at the fact that he was not sent to the front line against Jeppen, but to this remote territory. It's clear. The earl is either incompetent, or incompetent." "But is that all the soldiers brought by an earl?" "You point at Casepley and say 'just like that'?" "That's true, too." I turned my head and looked west.The setting sun dyed the sky red.West is where Amtat is located.I suddenly felt that the red sunset was like the fire spit out by Amtat, and somehow felt a chill from the warm red light.I shuddered a few times, then fell asleep on the table.It seems too hard to practice duel with Dad.
Burning red fire. Burning houses, burning villages, burning heaven and earth.All I could see was the flames. Mom is burning too. Shoes made of fire, clothes made of fire, hair made of fire.On her arm, a bracelet made of fire was burning. The mother's expression is very peaceful, and the whole picture looks very beautiful.Oddly enough, I thought Mom looked very warm.It seems that if I throw it into her arms, the flame will definitely bring me warmth. I run to my mother. Mom also opened her arms.Come on, come on. Mom's arms kept spreading.come quickly.Continue to spread out.come quickly.As a result, what the mother spread out turned into black wings. An abnormal head appeared above the mother's shoulder.The skin was black and shiny, reflecting the surrounding firelight distortedly.There are slightly curved horns protruding forward on the head, if you run over like this, you will definitely be pierced.The mouth of the head opened.Inside is an absurdly large cave.absolute.dark.eternal.unlimited. Why am I still running forward?
"Stupid! Where are you going?" Because of Dad's yell, I finally found myself running for the fireplace.I stopped.If I continue to run a little longer, I'm afraid my scalp will be burnt. "Are you dreaming?" On closer inspection, it turned out that I was lying on the floor of the room wrapped in a blanket, and my father was sitting on the edge of the bed, writing something.Dad put what he was writing just now on the cabinet, walked up to me, touched my forehead, and nodded.My forehead was covered with sweat, and I was still sitting there blankly at this point.Even when he rolled my eyelids to look, I just sat there blankly.Finally, my father clenched his fist and moved backwards, as if to hit me. "Stop! Don't hit me." "Great. Is it because you went to bed without dinner? Speaking of which, at your age, it shouldn't happen. There is bread on the table, eat it quickly." I got up, but not to eat bread.I walked straight out of the hut. "I'm going to cool off." "Go." I was wrapped in a blanket, but when I ran outside suddenly, I felt so cold that I even had goose bumps on my arms.But because it was after sweating, it was extremely refreshing.Regardless of whether he will catch a cold tomorrow, I still walked to the bucket in the workshop.But the moment I wanted to put my head into the bucket, I flinched suddenly. There was nothing to see in the bucket, just darkness.You can't even see if there is water in it.I don't want to put my head in it anymore.I felt like if my head got in, my whole body would be sucked in too. I gritted my teeth and backed away, and sat down with my back against the wall of the hut. "Mommy!" I meant to be called "Mom".But in my entire life, I never had the opportunity to call her that because I was too young when she was around to just be called 'Mummy'.I naturally called out according to the memory of long ago. Puchi.what is this?With the tone of a sentimental teenage brat? But why are my cheeks still moist?