Chapter 72 Section 72 Ending Night

"Poor kid. Well, are you sure you're cleaning the wound well? Animal bites are very susceptible to infection." "I'll wash and bandage the wound again, but I really have to go now." I help her cover the feather quilt, but I regret that I have to leave the warm bed. "Sleep a little longer before dawn." "Fitz Horse Rider!" I stopped by the door, then turned around and asked, "What's the matter?" "No matter what the king says, come to me tonight." I opened my mouth to protest. "Promise me! Otherwise I don't know how to get through this day. Promise me, you will come back to me, no matter what the king says.

Remember, I am your wife now and always will be, forever. " That gift almost made my heart stop, and I just nodded silly.My look must have been convincing, because she smiled at me as bright as a midsummer sun.I lifted the wooden bar on the door and released the latch to open the door to leave, only to see the dark corridor in front of me. "Remember to lock the door after I leave." I reminded me softly and left quietly, leaving her for the night that was about to end. Skill, like other training, can be taught in many ways, and Galen, the Skill master during the reign of King Shrewd, used techniques of exploitation and forced suffering to break down the walls of the students' hearts, once they were reduced to a dying In such a situation, Galen could easily invade the impressionable minds of students and forcefully instill his own Skill skills.Although some students who had passed the rigors of training and solidified their skills later became members of his Skill group, none could be called exceptionally gifted.Galen is said to have taken pride in his ability to turn mediocre students into skilled Skill users, and this may be true, but it is also possible that he reduced potential students to mere useful tools.

Some might compare Galen's skill with that of the previous Skill Master, Yin Ken.She imparted rudimentary Skill knowledge to both Verity and the Riding Prince, who were still young at the time, and in Verity's own experience, she mostly gently taught her students to lower their self-defense.She made Verity and Rider skilled and strong Skill users, but unfortunately died before completing their adult training, and Garen was not yet a Skill teacher at that time. One wonders how many Skills there are. Knowledge is buried with her, and many of the potentialities of royal magic are likely to be lost as well.

I stopped in the room for a while that morning.The fire has been extinguished, but the sadness in my heart is stronger than the cold in the room.In this shell-like room lived a life that was about to be forgotten, and now it seems even more desolate.I stood naked to the waist, shivering as I showered with cold water as I rebanded the wounds on my arms and neck.Although I was late to change the dressing, the wound looked surprisingly clean and healed quickly. I put on warm clothes, adding a thick warm shirt to a thick leather jacket, and the same thick leather outer pants, which I tied tightly around my legs with leather cord.I removed the sword and replaced it with a short dagger, and took a small jar of pulverized Death's Hat from my gear.Even so, I still felt unprotected and had to leave the room stupidly.

I went straight to Verity's Beacon Tower, because I knew he must be waiting for me to train with me, but today I have to find a way to convince him to let me go out and hunt those forged people.I hurried up the stairs, wishing that the day would be over, because all I wanted now was to ask King Shrewd to allow me to marry Molly, and just thinking of her gave me mixed feelings I didn't know why.When I slow down and think about all this, it just feels futile. "Molly." I called out her name loudly but gently on my own, and this magical word not only strengthened my determination, but also boosted my morale.After a while, I stopped and knocked hard on the door.

I felt it rather than hearing Verity's permission to let me in.I pushed the door open and walked into the room, closing the door behind me. The whole room seemed very still, with a gust of cold wind blowing in through the open window, and Verity was sitting on the chair in front of the window with a crown on her head, her hands resting idly on the window sill, looking at the distant horizon.His cheeks were flushed, and the wind ruffled his dark hair.Although the wind was not strong, and the atmosphere in the room was still quiet and quiet, it was as if I had stepped into a tornado.Verity's consciousness rushed towards me, leading me into his mind, and drifting to the distant sea with his thoughts and skills.He led me on a dizzying journey, to and fro on every boat in his mind.Then we go into the mind of a merchant captain, "... if the price is good enough, bring some oil back on the return trip..." Wielding a cable needle and complaining to herself, the captain blamed her for being clumsy and urged her to hurry up; then found a helmsman's wife who was worried about giving birth at home, and three families rushed out in the early morning before the high tide covered the river bed Gathering clams, it wasn't until Verity suddenly called us back to our bodies and positions that we recovered from the turmoil of our thoughts.I was like a little boy lifted up by my father to watch the lively market. After I got back to the ground and stood firm, I looked at the countless knees and legs in front of me with childish eyes, but I couldn't help feeling dizzy for a while.

I walked to the window and stood beside Verity, and I saw him looking out at the sea and the horizon in the distance, and suddenly I understood why he took such painstaking efforts to draw such detailed and accurate maps.He unfolded these various lives for me like a priceless treasure in his hands, and he treasured this group of people, his people.He wasn't looking out over rocky shores or fertile pastures, but cherished every moment these people had.This is the kingdom of Verity, and the geographical boundaries on the parchment enclose the territory of his kingdom, and I am as puzzled as he is why anyone would want to harm these people, and I am equally determined not to let another Precious lives were lost in the Red Ship raid.

After the dizziness passed, the world around me stabilized again, and the scene at the top of the beacon tower also became still.Still looking out the window, Verity asked me, "So you're hunting today?" I nodded, not caring if he took what I said, it didn't matter at all. "Yes, the Forged is closer here than we expected." "Will you fight them?" "You told me to be prepared and I'd try the poison first, but they might not be in a hurry to gobble up the poisoned food and maybe try to attack me, so I also carry a knife just in case. " "It's the same as I guessed. Let's change it to this!" He raised a sheathed sword from the chair and put it in my hand. For a while, I just looked at the sword in silence.This genuine leather scabbard is finely carved and the handle has an elegant and simple master style.With Verity's nod and permission, I drew the sword out of its sheath in front of him, the blade was shining brightly, and the sharpness brought to this sword by years of hard work and hard work was resurfaced in the wave of reflected light.I stretched out the sword and felt its lightness and ready-to-strike with my hand, but I always felt that my skills were not worthy of such a delicate sword. "I'm supposed to give you the sword in a grand ceremony, but I'll give it to you now, lest you never come back alive without it. I'll take the sword back at the Winter Festival and give it to you again."