Chapter 85 Chapter 85 One secret exchanged for another secret

"I think I'm against you staying here first." "Don't play with words with the jester. But have you forgotten? I've made a deal with you, exchanging one secret for another." I haven't forgotten, but suddenly I'm not sure if I still want to know. "Where and why did the Fool come from?" I asked softly. "Hmm." He stood for a while, then asked seriously, "Do you really want to know the answers to these questions?" "Where and why did the jester come from?" I slowly repeated the question. After a while he froze.What I saw in front of me was not the sharp-tongued and extremely sharp-witted jester I was familiar with, but a thin and fragile man with pale skin and a thin frame, and even the hair was more illusory and unreal than ordinary people.His black-and-white speckled tunic adorned with silver bells, and his ridiculous rat-head token were his only weapons in a court of suspicion and intrigue, and his inscrutable enigma.For a split second I wished he hadn't proposed the deal, and wished I wasn't so curious.

He sighed and looked around my room, and stood in front of the tapestry where King Wisdom paid tribute to the ancient spirit. He looked up and smiled sourly, as if he found a humor that I couldn't see in it.He poised like a poet about to chant, then stopped and stood there steady and looked me straight again. "Do you really want to know, Fitzkid?" I repeated the question like a prayer: "Where and why did the jester come from?" "Where did it come from? Oh, where did it come from?" He nuzzled the mouse, trying to figure out how to answer his own question, and then looked me in the eyes. "Go south, Fitz. Go beyond the boundaries of every map Verity has ever seen, go beyond the boundaries of the maps drawn by those countries, and cross the borders of those countries. Go south, and Head east across the nameless ocean, and at last you will find a long and narrow peninsula. At the top of the winding road you will find the village where the Fool was born. You may also see a mother who recalls a baby as white as a worm, and How she held me in her warm chest and sang softly." He glanced at me and laughed at my disbelief and rapt expression. "You can't imagine that at all, can you?

Let me give you another problem.She has long, dark, curly hair and green eyes.think about it!These rich shades are also clear and transparent.So, who is the father of this pale baby?My father is a pair of cousins, because it is the custom in my hometown.One of them was a strong, dark, cheerful man, with red lips and brown eyes, and a farmer's air of earth and fresh air.The other was a slender poet-singer who shone like gold and had blue eyes.Oh how they love me and rejoice in me!The three of them and the whole village loved me very much. ’ His voice softened, then fell silent. I was sure no one had heard what I was hearing now, and I remembered the last time I went into his room and saw a dainty doll in its cradle, which made me laugh. Chen cherishes this doll with the pampering he once received. I wait for him to continue.

"When I... am old enough to say goodbye to them, leave my homeland to find my place in history, and then choose where I turn history around. This is the place I chose, from the moment I was born , so I came here to serve Shrewd. I gathered all the threads of fate in my hands, and tried my best to weave and color them, hoping that this would affect the fates that come after me." I shake my head. "I don't understand what you just said." "Oh." He also shook his head to make the bell shake. "I promised to tell you my secret, but I didn't promise to let you know everything."

"The message must be conveyed if the other party really understands it." I directly quoted Chade's words to refute him. The Fool is considering whether to accept my statement. "You know what I'm talking about." He relented. "You just don't accept it. I've never been so open with you, and it probably confuses you." He was serious, but I shook my head again. "What you said doesn't make sense at all! You look for your place in history elsewhere? How is that possible? History is something that has passed." He shook his head slowly this time. "History is what we do in life, and we make history as we live." He smiled mysteriously. "The future is yet another history."

"No one knows what the future will look like." I agree. He smiled wider. "Can't you?" He asked me softly. "Fitz, there may be records about the future somewhere, and it's not just from one person, but if the metaphors, visions, prophecies and omens of an entire nation have been recorded, they can be referred to and linked together , don’t these people weave their own future?” "That's ridiculous!" I protested. "Who knows if it's true?" "Once the cloth is woven, a tapestry of prophecies is woven, and then not only for years, but for millennia, before it can be presented again to the world, and we shall be astonished to find that the prophecies have How accurate. Don’t forget, those records are kept by people of other races, and they are extremely long-lived races. This is a fair and beautiful race, and sometimes intermarries with humans, and then?” He turned around, suddenly excited and inexplicable narcissistically: "And then, when someone is born, they know they're going to call up the memory of history, and then they're called to step out to find their place in future history, perhaps further accepting the urge to examine hundreds of lines." Where it connects, then I will weave these threads here into cloth, and in the process change the pattern of the tapestry, change the color of the twisted weft of the future, and then turn the world around."

I'm now sure he was laughing at me. "More than a thousand years ago, perhaps there was a person who could change the world like this, maybe a wise king, or maybe a philosopher, who shaped the thinking of thousands of people. But you and me Where are the jesters? We're but pawns—nothing." He shook his head pityingly. "I can't understand you people about anything. You roll the dice and know that one turn can turn the game around, or deal the cards and say that one's fortune may depend on one hand playing the cards, but You sniff at the mention of a man's life, and say how could this worthless fellow, fisherman, carpenter, thief, or cook do anything in the world? So you rush and make up your mind, like Throw your life away like a candle in the wind."

"Not all men are destined to do great things," I reminded him. "Are you sure, Fitz? Are you sure? What's the point of living if you don't contribute to the greatness of life in this whole world? I can't imagine anything sadder. Why can't a mother Say to myself, if I raise this child well, love him, and protect him, he will bring joy to those around him, and I will change the world in this way? Why can't a farmer plant a seed and say to his neighbor, I The seed planted today will feed someone, and this is how I change the world?" "It's philosophy, Fool. I've never had time for that."