Chapter 95 Chapter 95 The Forged One on the Mortuary Table

Sometime before the morning, Burrich carried me out of the tavern.He looked serious, with a worried look in his eyes.On the street outside the tavern, he walked and stopped beside a dim torch stand on the side of the street. "You still have blood on your face." He told me to stand up straight, took out a handkerchief and dipped some water from the rain bucket on the side of the road, and wiped my face clean like I did when I was a child, and I followed He shook his head with the movement of his hand, then looked into his eyes and forced his gaze into focus. "It's not like I haven't killed people before," I said helplessly, "but why is it so different this time? Why does it make me sick so much afterwards?"

"Because that's the way it is," he said softly, and put an arm around my shoulder, and to my surprise we were the same height.The hike back to Buckkeep was a rough one, a long and peaceful one indeed.He sent me to take a bath and told me to go to bed as soon as possible. I should have known I should have stayed in my room, but I hadn't thought of that, and fortunately the castle was still noisy, and a drunk climbing up the stairs wouldn't attract much attention.I foolishly went to Molly's room, and she let me in, but when I reached out to touch her, she turned away from me. "You're drunk," she told me, almost crying out. "I promised myself never to kiss a drunk, or let him kiss me."

"But I'm not that drunk." I insisted. "There's only one way to get drunk," she told me, and then asked me out of the room without touching me. I regretted it at noon the next day. I should have gone directly to her room to seek her comfort as soon as I got off the battleship, but I got so drunk that I made her sad.However, I also know that everything I felt that night is not suitable for taking home and sharing it with my loved ones.While I was thinking about how to explain it to her, a little boy came and told me that I must go back to the Luresh immediately.I rewarded him with a small copper coin, thanking him for taking so much trouble to inform me, and then watched him gallop away with the copper coin in his hand.Once, I was a little boy earning copper coins, and then I thought of Kerry.I tried to remember that he was still the little boy with the copper coins running beside me, but now he was the forged on the mortuary table.No one, I told myself, was smelted yesterday.

Then I made my way to the docks, stopping at the stables on the way to hand Burrich the crescent. "Keep this safe for me," I begged him. "There are more to come. My crewmates and I are spoils from the raid. I want you to keep it for me...it represents why I am This is for Molly, so if I don't come back alive, please hand this to her yourself. She doesn't like being a servant, you know." It's been a long time since I've mentioned Molly so frankly in front of Burrich.He frowned, but reached out to take the blood-stained medal. "What would your father say?" he asked loudly as I turned wearily away.

"I don't know," I told him flatly, "I never knew him, only you." "Fitz Horse Rider." I turned around and Burrich looked me in the eyes and said, "I don't know what he's going to say to me, but I know I can say this to you in his place: I'm proud of you. Proud of you It's not the work itself that matters, it's the way you do it. Be proud of yourself!" "I'll try it out," I told him calmly, and headed back to my ship. Our next encounter with the Red Boat was not a decisive victory.We met them at sea, and they were not surprised, for they had seen us already.Our captain was commanding, and I think the other side was taken aback when we started ramming.We cut off some of their oars, but missed the helmsman's oar we had locked on, and the red boat, being as nimble as a fish itself, suffered only minor damage.We threw the grappling hooks, and the captain wanted to take full advantage of our numbers.Our fighters boarded the enemy ship, and half the oarsmen jumped over without thinking, causing a brief confusion on the deck of our battleship.I took every ounce of willpower to bear with the emotional vortex that surrounded us, but stayed put and rowed.Nuoju held the paddle and looked at me with weird eyes, which made me grit my teeth until I found myself.Cursing in my mouth, I lost touch with Verity.

I suppose our warriors slack off after annihilating enough of the crews of enemy warships to render them incapable of manoeuvring, but that could be quite wrong.One of the robbers set fire to their own sails, and the other immediately hacked at the planks of the hull, and I guess they wanted the fire to spread so we could die too.Of course, in the end they ignored the damage to their warships or personnel, and instead fought recklessly, and our soldiers finally annihilated them, and everyone put out the fire together, but the prize we dragged back to Buckkeep Not only was it smoked but also damaged, and our side lost more lives than the robbers.Still, it's a win, we tell ourselves.This time, when everyone else was out drinking, I knew I should go to Molly right away and spend an hour or two with Nighteyes the next morning.We went hunting together, it was a clean hunt, and then he tried to convince me to go away with him, and I told him to go if he wanted to.Although it was good for him, it always hurt his heart, and it took me an extra hour to explain to him what I really meant.When I got back to the ship, I wondered if it was worth the effort to keep our connection intact, when it said it was all worth it.

That day's battle was the last complete victory for the Luresh.We are far away from the last battle of the summer, and no, the days are too long for us to feel like years.And I have the potential to kill someone every sunny day, and I try not to count how long it takes for me to die.We've had many skirmishes and fought to catch up in these campaigns, but the areas we're cruising seem to be seeing fewer and fewer raids, and that's probably all the more alarming for us.On the other hand, the Red Boat has also made gains.When we arrived in a town more than an hour after the robbers had gone, often all we could do was help collect the bodies and put out the fire, and then Verity would curse in my head why I couldn't deliver the message faster, and everyone There are not enough warships or watchmen in place, and I'd rather face the howls of war than have Verity's wrath churned in my head.It seems that this kind of battle is really endless, and only the bad weather can stop us temporarily. We can't even count how many red ships attacked us, because their hulls are all painted in exactly the same color, like the pods. Like beans or drops of blood in the sand.