Chapter 39 Chapter 39 What a troublesome guy

"That's right." I agreed and turned away, not wanting to hear any more.Well now, the king's health is the talk of the castle, and I must ask Chade what to do, and see for myself.I tried to see the king before, but I was met by Wallace, who was nosy, and he treated me very rudely, as if I came to the king to pass the time, not to report after the mission was completed.He also treats the king as a debilitating patient and volunteers to keep anyone from bothering the king.Wallace, I thought so, hadn't anyone taught him how to do his job well and not do it for him?What a troublesome guy.As I paced lightly on my way to the king's chambers, I couldn't help wondering when will Molly discover the scent of holly?She must know I brought it back for her because it's the scent she's always wanted since she was a kid.

Wallace came over and opened the door, then peered through the crack.When he saw me, he frowned and opened the door a little further, but blocked the gap behind it with his body, as if my glance would do the King no favors.Instead of greeting me, he asked a question: "Didn't you come here earlier today?" "Yes, I did, but then you said King Shrewd was asleep, so I had to make another trip to report to him." I tried to keep my tone polite. "Oh, is this report important?" "I guess it's up to the king to decide! If he thinks I'm wasting his time, he'll send me away. I suggest you tell him I'm coming." I smile a little later, trying to soften the sharpness intonation.

"The king has no energy, I just want him to get up when he has to." He was still standing by the door.I looked at his figure and wondered if I should shoulder him and push him into the room.But that's bound to cause an uproar.If the king is really ill, I don't want to bother him.Someone tapped me on the shoulder, but when I looked back, there was no one there, and as soon as I turned around I saw the Fool standing between Wallace and me. "Are you his doctor? Then, why do you make such a judgment?" The Fool continued on my behalf. "Of course, you can make an excellent doctor. Your virtue is enough to make me have diarrhea." Yes, and your words have taken away the flatulence in my stomach. And how many times has our dear king been sick and weak in your presence?"

The Fool carries a tray covered with a napkin, and I smell the rich aroma of beef bouillon and the warmth of freshly baked egg noodles.He adorned his black-and-white spotted winter suit with enamel bells and a skullcap trimmed with a holly wreath, and carried his jester's token under his arm.Another token of the mouse head, and this mouse head seems to be high above the ground, and it is full of air.I have seen him hold it for long talks before the great fireplace, and carry it upstairs to the king. "Go away, Fool! You have come here twice today. The king has gone to bed and does not need you." Wallace said sternly, but he stepped back inadvertently, letting me see that he was A man who cannot face the pale eyes of the Fool, and would cringe if the Fool stretched out his pale hands to touch him.

"Not twice but three times, my dear Vabis, my presence can replace your existence. Go staggering! Tell Regal all your gossip. Since Wabi can have farts, the walls should also You can have ears! Such ears must have heard a lot about the king. Maybe you can enlighten our dear prince while making him diarrhea, and his deep eyes, in my opinion, are enough to prove his The intestines had been twisted backwards enough to blind him." "How dare you say that about Prince Regal?" Wallace said angrily, but the Fool had already entered the door, and I followed behind. "He should hear this."

"Say it this way, say that, say whatever you want! He will listen to you. So, dear Vabus, don't send your flatulence to me, leave it to your prince, he will be happy Listen to your fanning the flames. I believe he is enjoying the smoke now, so you can release your flatulence to him, and he will nod sleepily, think you are very right, and think your flatulence is really fragrant Pleasant." The jester was still muttering, the tray full of food guarding him like a shield.Wallace was on his feet, and the Fool forced him back, then passed through the drawing-room into the king's chamber, and placing the tray by the king's bed, Wallace retreated to the other door of the room.Then the Fool's eyes brightened.

"Oh, the king is not lying in bed at all, so you hid him, my dear Vabus? Come out, come out, my lord, my cunning lord. You are the king of cunning , instead of the king of blindness, just don't sneak around the walls and under the sheets!" The jester began to fiddle with the apparently empty bed and coverlet, holding out the token to let the rat-head on top inspect the curtain, and I couldn't help laughing too. Wallace leaned against the door as if to guard against us, but the door opened from the inside, and he fell into the king's arms and fell heavily to the floor. "Look at him!" said the Fool to me. "You see he's so pretentious that he not only takes my place before the king, but throws himself on his feet awkwardly to pretend to be a Fool. Such a man deserves to be fooled." He has the title of minister, but he is not qualified to take on the task of jester!"

Shrewd stood there in his nightgown, an annoyed discontent on his face.He looked down at Wallace on the ground in bewilderment, then looked up at the Fool and me, ignored what happened just now, and said to Wallace who stumbled and stood up: "This steam is good for me. Not at all, Wallace, it just makes my head hurt more and my mouth tastes bitter. Take it away! Tell Regal I think his new herb might keep flies away, but I'm afraid it won't. Now Take it away, it's too late when the whole room smells. Oh, Fool, you're here. And Fitz, you've come to report at last. Come in and sit down! Wallace, you didn't hear me What did you say? Get that nasty jug away! No, don't pass by here, take a detour and get it out!" Shrewd waved his hand, dismissing the guy like an annoying fly.

Shrewd shut the door to the bathroom tightly, as if to prevent the smell from drifting into the bedroom, and returned to set a straight-backed chair by the fire.In a short while the Fool brought a table and put it beside the chairs, and the cloth which covered the food made a tablecloth, and he served the King with the grace of a lady.First silverware and napkins, his dexterity made Shrewd smile, and then the Fool was bent over the fire, his knees almost touching his ears, his chin resting on his long hands, his pale skin and hair ablaze with fire. like red light.His movements are graceful as a dancer's, and his poses are artful and joyous, while the king bends down to smooth the flying hair of the jester like a kitten.

"I told you I was not hungry, Fool." "You said it, but you didn't say don't bring food."