Chapter 74 Chapter 74 An amazing move

True, and I can't put it in jeopardy. "You have to trust me too," I found myself saying to the Crown Prince.When he was still looking up at me thoughtfully, I asked again: "Your Highness, do you trust me?" "yes." He used these two words to express his trust in me, and at the same time believed that everything I did would not hurt him.That might not sound like a big deal, but it was an astonishing move for a crown prince to allow his assassins privacy. Years ago, his father had bought my loyalty, fed me, fed me, educated me, and pinned a silver brooch to my lapel; and Verity trusted me so easily, I felt instantly that he did so more than I did. Everything that has been obtained is far-reaching.My respect and love for him can't help surging out of my heart.How can I not trust him?

He smiled shyly. "As long as you have the heart, you can pass it on." Then he entered my heart again.As long as he keeps holding my wrist, he can easily connect with my thoughts, and I also feel that he looks down at me through my eyes with curiosity and a little sadness.Mirrors are kinder.I am really old. He is so hidden in my heart, it is futile to deny the truth of his words.So, this is a necessary sacrifice, and I agree with him. He let go of my wrist, and then I saw blurry overlapping images before my eyes, I saw myself and saw him, and then the vision returned to clarity.He turned carefully, his eyes fixed on the horizon again, and then blocked his vision.Without his touch, the feeling of communicating with each other is completely different.I slowly left the room, like holding a glass full of wine, and walked down the stairs carefully.That's right.It's easier if you don't take it too seriously in both cases.take it easy.

I went downstairs to the kitchen and ate a big breakfast and tried to look okay.Verity was right, as long as I don't care, it's easier to maintain our connection.I sneaked a plate of buns into the bag while everyone was busy. "Going hunting?" asked the cook, turning to me, and I nodded. "Then be careful. What are you hunting this time?" "Wild boar." I babbled. "Find one today, let's not kill it. I think this should add some fun to the winter celebration." "Help who? Prince Verity? You can't get him out of the castle, baby. He stays in his room for too long these days, and poor King Shrewd hasn't been with us for weeks. Had a decent meal and every time it came back with a plate full of food, don't know why he kept cooking his favorite dish. Now Prince Regal might be interested in hunting as long as he doesn't mess up That curly hair." The kitchen maids couldn't help laughing, but my cheeks burned at the cook's bluntness.hold on.They don't know I'm here, boy.Let me deal with these useless sarcastic remarks and remember not to betray our relationship.Sensing Verity's interest and concern in the matter, I grinned at the cook, thanked her for letting me take the mince pie, and left the kitchen.

Soot is resting in the stable, looking eager to get out.Burrich passed by as I saddled him, stared with deep eyes at my finely carved scabbard and fine hilt, then cleared his throat, but stood silent. I've never been sure how much Burrich knew about my mission.I remember I revealed my identity as an apprentice assassin in Gunsan once, but that was before he hurt his head protecting me.When he recovered, he said he had forgotten what happened the day before the injury, but I sometimes wondered if that was true.Maybe it was his wise way of keeping it a secret, so that even those in the know couldn't talk to each other about it. "Be careful," he said gruffly at last, "and don't hurt the mare."

"We'll be careful," I promised him, and walked out leading Soot past him. Even though I have a job to do, it's still too early for me to be in a hurry, and the winter light outside is enough for me to go for a safe canter.I hold Sooty and let him pick himself up at his own pace, warming him up but not sweating.The sun shines through the gaps in the clouds to illuminate the trees and snow, and I hold Soot to steady its steps.We had to take a detour to the river bed, and had to take the trafficked road as a last resort. Verity is with me every minute of the day.We didn't talk, but he explored my inner dialogue.He enjoyed the fresh morning air and Soot's quick reflexes, and my young body.But when I got farther and farther away from the castle, I felt that the feeling of each other changed from the initial light touch to the feeling of trying to hold each other's hand, and I couldn't help wondering if I could maintain it.Don't think about it, just let it go.If you pay attention to each breath, even breathing will become laborious in the end.I blinked, and suddenly realized that he was doing his morning routine in his study, and I heard Charin discussing things with him like a bee buzzing in the distance.

I couldn't feel Nighteyes, and I tried not to think of it, not to look for it, trying to reject it in my mind just as hard as keeping Verity's consciousness in my mind.I've gotten used to finding my wolf so quickly, watching it wait for my touch, and it leaves me feeling lonely, off balance, as if my favorite knife was missing from my belt.Only the image of Molly can completely replace its image in my mind, and I have to avoid her now.Verity didn't blame me for my actions that night, but I knew he didn't think it was something honorable.I had the uneasy feeling that if I had given myself time to think about what had happened that night I would agree with him, so I timidly dismissed it.

I feel like I'm trying so hard not to think, so I shake my head and let myself open up to the day.The road I took was less traveled, winding up the hillside behind Buckkeep, more sheep and goats than people.A fire caused by lightning several decades ago burned all the trees here, and the trees that grew later were mostly birches and cottonwoods, sparsely covered with snow.The valley was uncultivable, mostly for summer grazing, but now and then I saw a wisp of wood-burning smoke rising, and a path leading to a logger's hut, or a trapper's hut.There are only some small farms in this area far away, and the residents who live in them are humble little people.

The road got narrower, and as I entered the older parts of the forest, the types of trees changed.The dark green evergreens still stand densely and straightly by the roadside. Their trunks are very thick. Behind the lush branches, there are only snow-covered round hills, and there are some bushes as thick as needles. The hard branches are also covered with a lot of snow.I easily let the soot stay away from the road, and walked under the natural barrier formed by snow in the gloomy daylight. The dense and dark woods made today even more silent.