Chapter 88 Chapter 88 The night is the climax of the secret

I nodded, then suddenly yawned deeply. "I'm sorry." I muttered to myself, my eyelids almost fell off, and I almost couldn't lift my head. "What did you just say?" "No, stop talking. Go to sleep! A good rest is the best medicine." "But I haven't asked where you've traveled, or what you've done. You act and act like you're ten years younger." Chade pouted. "Is this a compliment? Forget it, it's useless for you to ask, so you might as well ask another day, and then get hurt again because I refuse to answer. As for my condition... Let's put it this way, if a person forces his body Do a lot of things, and it can do more. It's not an easy journey, but I believe it's worth it." As I was about to speak, he raised his hand to signal me not to continue. "That's all I'm going to say. Now go to sleep, Fitz. Go to sleep!"

I stood up and stretched, yawning again at the same time, and stretched until all the joints were crackling. "You're growing taller again." Chade complained appreciatively. "At the rate you're growing, you'll be taller than your father." "I miss you so much." I muttered as I walked towards the stairs. "I miss you too. But we'll talk tomorrow night, now go back to bed!" I walked down the stairs, wishing sincerely to follow his advice.As usual, it retracted itself into the wall as soon as I stepped away from the stairs, but I have never been able to discover what mechanism gave it this function.I threw three logs into the grate, trying to rekindle the dying fire, then went to the bed and sat down to take off my coat.I'm exhausted, but still able to smell the faint scent of Molly's scent on me.I sat for a while longer holding the shirt in my hand, then put it back on, got up and walked to the door and slipped out into the hallway.

Compared with other nights, it is really late at this moment, but this is the first night of the Winter Festival, and the people downstairs may not think of going to bed until dawn, and others may not return to their own at this time. the bed.I suddenly smiled, knowing that I would not go back to my room for bed. There were still people in the corridors and stairs, mostly drunk, and others too preoccupied with themselves to notice me.I made up my mind to use the winter celebration as an excuse to answer the questions that would flood in tomorrow, but I didn't knock on her door until I was sure the corridor was clear, but there was no response.However, when I raised my hand to knock again, the door opened quietly in the dark.

This freaked me out, and it didn't take me long to believe she was in trouble.Someone came here to hurt her, then left her alone in the dark.I jumped into the room calling her name and the door closed behind me. "Shh!" she ordered me. I turned to find her, but it took a moment for my eyes to adjust to the darkness.The fire in the fireplace was the only light in the room, and it was turned away from me.When my eyes finally penetrated the darkness, it was almost impossible to breathe. "Are you waiting for me?" I finally asked. She replied in a small meowing voice, "Just a few hours."

"I thought you might be in the lobby too." I slowly remembered that I hadn't seen her there. "I don't think the crowd there will miss me, except for one person, and I think that person might come here to find me." I stood still and watched her.She's wearing a holly wreath, her hair is messy, and that's it.I saw her standing by the door, hoping I would see her.How do I explain how many lines we have crossed?Before we experienced this wonderful feeling together, we were curious about each other and constantly exploring each other, but now it is different.It's a straight-up invitation from a woman, and is there anything more powerful than a woman's desire for you?This feeling overwhelmed me, but it also blessed me, and it was a kind of redemption for the stupid things I did before.

Winter celebration. Night is the culmination of secrets. Yes. She woke me up before dawn and sent me out of the room.She kissed me goodbye before shooing me out the door, and couldn't help but have me stand in the hallway to convince myself it wasn't daylight yet.After a while, I realized that I had to be careful, so I wiped the goofy smile off my face, straightened my wrinkled shirt, and headed for the stairs. After returning to the room, an irresistible lethargy swept over him.When was the last time I woke up until dawn?I sat on the bed, took off my shirt and threw it on the floor, then fell into the bed and closed my eyes.

The soft knock on the door woke me up, and I jumped up and walked softly across the room, smiling to myself, and I kept smiling when I opened the door. "Okay, you're up! You're almost fully dressed. I was really worried when I saw you the way you were yesterday. I wanted to grab you by the scruff of the neck and pull you out of bed." It was Burrich, well groomed.The fine lines on his forehead were the only sign of last night's orgy.Knowing from my many years with him that no matter how hectic and exhausted he was the night before, he would still rise the next morning to face his responsibilities, and I sighed.There's no need to ask for forgiveness, he won't forgive me anyway.At this moment, I had to go to the front of the closet to find a clean shirt, put it on, and follow him to Verity's room.

I feel like there is a strange threshold in my body and mind.I've knocked it down many times in my life, but each time something out of the ordinary happened, and that morning was no exception.About an hour later, I stood at the window in Verity's Beacon, shirtless and sweating.The cold wind blows in through the open windows, but I don't feel cold at all.The cloth-wrapped ax Burrich gave me was only lighter than the weight of the world, and Verity's place in my heart made me feel like my head was about to be forced out of my eyes.I could no longer hold the ax to defend myself, and I could only defend symbolically as Burrich attacked again.He wrenches my ax aside easily, and delivers a quick blow or two at me, light but not light. "And you're dead," he told me, stepping back and leaning on the ax to breathe while I dropped it on the ground with a hasty thud.Useless.

In my mind, Verity was still very peaceful.I caught a glimpse of him sitting staring out the window, gazing at the horizon beyond the sea, the morning sun relentlessly illuminating the wrinkles on his face and the gray hair on his head, his shoulders slumped forward in a position that mirrored mine. inner feelings.I close my eyes for a moment, too tired to do anything, and suddenly the two of us fit together, and then I see the horizon that marks our future.We are being attacked by a powerful enemy, and they are eager to kill us here, and that is the only goal.They had no land to farm, no children to care for, and no animals to watch over so that they could concentrate on raiding the place.But we try to live a normal life while also trying to protect ourselves from persecution.For the Red Boat raiders, their brutality was the order of the day, which meant they only wanted to destroy us.We are not warriors, have not fought in war for generations, and our military is only trained to take on reasonable enemies.