Chapter 89 Chapter 89

So, how do we resist the slaughter of madmen?What kind of weapons do we have?I look around.I.I became Verity. this person.Such a man, worn away by the fringe of defending his people and indulging in the ecstasy of the Skill.A man who tries to inspire us and inspire us to stand up for ourselves.Such a man, while we plot and squabble and quarrel downstairs, here with his eyes staring into the distance.Useless.We will eventually walk the path of destruction. A wave of desperation swept over me, threatening to pull me down.It was churning around me, but I suddenly found a foothold in the middle of it, and saw that all these efforts would eventually be in vain, and I couldn't help feeling a creepy absurdity.Four unfinished warships with untrained crews, beacons and flame signals alerted the helpless resisters to the carnage.Burrich stood with me in the cold with the axe, and Verity stared out the window, while downstairs Regal drugged his own father, hoping he would lose his mind so he could inherit this mess. Point I do not doubt.All efforts are in vain, but it is hard to imagine what will happen if you give up.Then, with a fit of uncontrollable laughter, I stood leaning on the ax and laughed like the world was the funniest thing I've ever seen.At this moment, Burrich and Verity stared at me in unison, Verity's mouth curled into a responsive smile, and a gleam in his eye shared my madness.

"Boy? Are you all right?" Burrich asked me. "I'm fine, very fine," I told them both over a dying laugh. I straightened myself up again and shook my head, and I swear I almost cleared my mind. "Verity," I said, embracing his consciousness with my own.It's easy, it's always been easy, and I used to think I was losing something by doing so.We are not one, but fit together like two bowls stacked in a cupboard.He rode me with the ease of a well-placed pack, and I took a breath and raised the axe. "One more time," I said to Burrich. When he attacked, I no longer saw him as Burrich, but as a guy with an ax to kill Verity.Before I could control my strength, I pushed him to the ground, saw him stand up and shook his head, and I saw a trace of anger on his face.When we confronted again, I fought back effectively. "Third time," he told me, a defiant smile on his weather-beaten face.We were bumping together in the joy of struggling again, and I beat him cleanly again.

We slammed into each other twice more, and then suddenly Burrich stepped back from my head-on blow, stood with the ax dangling to the floor, squatted forward slightly until his normal breathing rate resumed, and stood up straight. Look at Verity. "He has learned," he said hoarsely, "he has grasped the knack, although the skill is not yet perfect, but more practice will increase the combat power. You really made a wise choice for him. This ax is his. arms." Verity nodded slowly. "And he is my weapon." In the third summer of the Battle of the Red Ship, the warships of the Six Duchies tasted blood.Although there were only four warships in total, it represented a major change in our strategy for defending our territory, and our head-on confrontation with the Red Ships quickly made it clear that we had long forgotten how to be warriors.The robbers were right, we have become a farming race.However, we are a group of farmers determined to fight, and we quickly learn that the raiders are brutal warriors with plenty of resources.It turns out that not a single one of them surrendered or was captured alive, and that's perhaps our number one clue to the nature of Forge, and what kind of war we're fighting.However, such hints are sometimes too vague, and we have no time to survive, and we have no time to feel strange about it.

The following winter days passed quickly, making the first half of this winter seem very long.The separate parts of my life are also connected by my thread like beads.I believe that if you stop and think about how you separate all these intricate things, you will feel incredible.But I was young, maybe younger than I thought, and I somehow had the time and energy to get it all done. My day unfolds before dawn, starting with the Verity lessons.Burrich was here at least twice a week with his axe, but mostly Verity and I were alone.He trained my Skill Senses, but not like Garen.He had specific tasks in mind for me, and he used them to train me.I learned to see through his eyes and let him use mine.I practiced being alert to the deft ways he manipulated my attention, and maintaining a constant state of mind report that kept him informed of what was going on around us.That meant I had to lead him away from the Beacon Tower, like a hawk with my wrist outstretched, and let him participate in my other routines.I could only hold the Skill bond for a few hours at first, but I was able to share my inner thoughts with him for days, though the bond did weaken over time.This is not my own technical transmission to Verity, but the connection formed through touch, and it has to be constantly renewed.Although my ability only ends here, I still get a sense of accomplishment from it.

I also spent time in the Queen's garden helping to move stools, statues and planters until Kettricken found an arrangement she was happy with.I always made sure Verity was with me during this period, and hoped he felt better seeing the Queen in other people's eyes, especially with her pink cheeks and hair as she enthusiastically tidied up that snow-covered garden. Blonde hair blown to life, that's what I want him to see.He had heard her speak of the hope that this garden would bring him joy, but was that a betrayal of Kettricken's trust in me?I resolutely got rid of this anxiety and took him to visit Patience and Lacey.

I also try to bring Verity out to people.Ever since he embarked on heavy Skill quests, he has rarely had the opportunity to spend time with his beloved crowd.I took him to the kitchen, the guardhouse, and the stables, and then to the tavern at Buckkeep; and he always took me to the docks, where I could see the final stages of the battleship's work.Later I would come to the pier where the ships were moored, and talk to the crew about what they knew about the ships, and let him know that there were complaints about some Out-Island refugees being allowed to join the battle lineup.It can be seen that the skilled skills of this group of people have transformed these ships into nimble warships, and their professional knowledge has also enhanced the combat capabilities of the warships. Disgust and mistrust.I'm not sure if Verity's decision to hire them was wise, but I don't express my doubts, just let him see the others muttering.

He also followed me when I met Shrewd.I visit Shrewd as close to noon or after noon as I can, and Wallace often gives me a hard time before letting me in, and there are always other people present in the room, like maids I don't recognize and ostensibly repairmen. I waited anxiously for an opportunity to speak with him alone about my marriage plans.The jester was always in the room too, speaking sharply so that no one else would be aware of our friendship.His sharp and bitter sarcasm was painful, and although I knew his purpose, he still had the ability to make me flustered and irritated.I am only satisfied with the new sheets and quilts in the room. Someone must have told in the chat how messy the king's bedroom is.