Chapter 81 Chapter 81 Revenge for them

I resolutely put her in the last row.King Shrewd, I made up my mind, and then put the cutlery on the table back into the kitchen.It was very noisy there, and just when I was wondering, I remembered that tonight was the first night of the Winter Festival.Sarah, the old cook, looked up from kneading the bread to beckon me over, reminding me of standing next to her as a child, admiring her expertly kneading large balls of flour into upright rolls.The hollows of her elbows and one cheek were covered with flour, and the hustle and bustle of the kitchen created an air of marvelous intimacy.She spoke in such a low voice over the din that I had to prick my ears to hear her.

"I just wanted to let you know," she said, kneading a fresh batch of dough, "that I know all rumors are just bullshit, so I'm here to do some justice when they're all flying around. They can gossip in the laundry room, they can gossip while weaving, but no one is allowed to speak ill of you in my kitchen." She glanced up at me with dark, dark eyes, and My heart freezes with fear.rumor?About me and Molly? "You used to eat at my place when I was a kid, standing next to me and helping me stir the pot of food and chatting with me, I think that made me understand you better than most people. They said you fought like a beast, and said it was Because you're a beast, that's atrocious nonsense! The corpses of those people were horrible, but I've seen raged people do worse things. When the floundermonger's daughter was raped, she used her cut The fish's knife cut that beast piece by piece, right there in the market, like cutting bait for line, and you can't do anything worse than that."

I felt a sudden, dizzy dread.Beastly... It wasn't long ago that people with primal abilities were burned alive. "Thank you," I said as calmly as I could, with a little truth, "that wasn't exactly what I did. They were... when I saw them, they were fighting for their prey. strike." "It's Gina's daughter. You don't have to hide anything from me, Fitz. I have kids of my own, all grown up, but if they're attacked, I'll pray anyway for someone like you Come to protect them, or avenge them, if that's all you can do." "I'm afraid that's all I can do, cook." I trembled.This is not pretending, just because I saw the little fist covered in blood again, I blinked but still couldn't get rid of this sight. "I must be on my way now. I am going to see King Shrewd today."

"Really? That's really good news. Take these with you!" She went to the cupboard and pulled out a covered tray full of small pastries baked with ricotta and currants, and placed them next to the pastries A pot of hot tea and a clean cup were placed, and pastries were lovingly arranged. "You'll have to watch him eat these, Fitz. These are his favorites, and if he eats one he'll eat the rest, and it's good for him." me too. I jumped up as if being pricked by a needle, so I tried to cover up with a cough, pretending to be choking suddenly, but the cook looked at me with weird eyes, I coughed again and then nodded to her. "I'm sure he loves these," I said in a choked voice, and walked out of the kitchen with the tray in my hand.Some people's eyes followed my steps, and I smiled happily, pretending not to know why they were smiling.

I didn't know you were still with me.I told Verity.I took a little effort to recall all my thoughts since I left the Beacon Tower, and then thanked Ada for making me decide not to go to Nighteyes first.But even if I put those thoughts aside, I'm not sure how secretive it really is. I know.I have no intention of spying on you, I just want you to know that you can do it when you're not so nervous and caring. I explore his skills.I'm tired of you.I point this out while climbing the stairs. I'm sorry to bother you.I'll let you know from now on that I'm with you, so should I leave now?I am embarrassed by my rudeness.No, not yet.Stay a little longer and meet King Shrewd with me!See how long this lasts.

I sensed he said yes.I paused in front of Shrewd's room, steadying the tray with one hand, and with the other I hastily brushed my hair back and smoothed it out, and straightened my jacket, realizing that my hair had been a real nuisance lately. .When I had a fever in the mountains, Osmanthus helped me cut my hair short, and now that it's long, I don't know whether to wear a ponytail like Burrich or the Guard, or let it fall over my shoulders, like I did when I was a child. like a footman.I have grown up and can no longer wear only half a braid like a little boy. Tie your hair back, boy.I bet you deserve a warrior's braid like any guard, as long as you don't go to the trouble of pomade and curl it like Regal did.

I suppressed a smile and knocked on the door. I waited a while, then knocked harder on the door. Just say you're here and open the door and go in, Verity suggested. "It's Fitz Horseman, Your Majesty. I brought some food from the cook." I reached out to open the door, only to find that someone had locked the door from the inside. Strange, my father would never lock the door like this, at most he would ask someone to watch the door, but he would never lock the door and ignore the knocking sound.Can you pry open the door? Maybe, but let me try again.I just kept knocking on the door.

"Wait a minute! Wait a moment!" Someone whispered from inside, but it took a long time to pull open several latches, and the person inside opened the door by a palm width, and then I saw that Wallace seemed to be splitting open Staring at me like a mouse under the wall. "What do you want?" he asked me accusingly. "I've come to see the king." "He's asleep, at least soundly asleep until you bang on the door and yell. Now you go!" "Wait a minute." I slipped my booted foot through the crack of the door, then straightened my collar with my free hand, revealing the redstone brooch I wore almost all the time.The door slammed shut at my feet, and I leaned in as far as I could with my shoulders against the door, careful not to drop the tray in my hand. "This brooch was given to me by King Shrewd many years ago, and he said that as long as I wore it, I would be allowed to see him."

"Even if he's asleep?" Wallace asked maliciously. "He doesn't set limits. What about you?" I glared at him through the crack of the door, and he thought for a moment before taking a few steps back. "Then don't be shy, just come in! Let you see the sleeping king. His physical condition really needs rest, and he is trying to rest well, but you come to disturb him. As his physician, I am really sorry." Wanted to tell him to take back that sissy brooch of yours so you can stop bothering him." "Suggest if you want to! If the king thinks so, I will stop arguing."

He bowed deliberately and stood aside.I wanted to knock the knowing sneer off his face, but ignored it anyway. "Fine," he said casually as I passed. "Sweets upset his stomach and burden him. You're a thoughtful kid, aren't you?" I refrain from losing my temper.Shrewd was not in the living room, would he be in the bedroom?