Chapter 137 Chapter 137 You are not allowed to leave the castle

I took a step forward and enjoyed looking at the cowering Duanning and Zegu who was huddled behind her and between the walls, but I didn't attack them, I just turned around and opened the door.As I entered the room, I felt a touch of the Skill on the rim of my heart, and without thinking, I blocked it the way Verity had taught me. "Don't say what you think," I warned them, and closed the door without looking back. For a while I just stood and breathed.Be calm, be calm.I didn't relax the defense in my heart, but quietly and carefully bolted the door, and after the door was locked tightly, I moved very cautiously in the room.Chade once told me that an assassin must believe that his opponent is always better than himself, and that this is the only way to survive and be alert at all times, so I dare not touch anything in the room for fear of being killed. poison.I stood in the middle of the room, closed my eyes and tried to remember what the room looked like when I left, and then opened my eyes to see what had changed in the room.

The little dish of herbs sits neatly on my wardrobe.I had put it at the end of the closet for Burrich to access, so they searched my closet.And the tapestry of the Wise King, which had been a little askew for months, hung squarely on the wall.These were the only changes I could observe, and it left me wondering what they were looking for.They've searched my closet, and it seems to imply that they're looking for something small enough to fit in, but why lift the tapestry to see what's behind it?I stood still for a moment thinking.It wasn't a random search, and I'm not sure what they were hoping to find, but I suspect they were ordered to find a secret passageway in my room, which means Regal deduced that killing Lady Thyme wasn't enough, and his suspicions beat Chad's lead me to believe It's still deep.At the moment, I'm almost grateful that I've never been able to find the entrance to Chade's room, because it makes me even more convinced of its secrecy.

I checked everything in the room before I dared to touch it. I threw away the plate of food the cook had given me, poured out the water in the bucket and kettle, and checked the wood and candles for powder or Resin, more reluctantly throw away all the herbs.Can't take any risks.I found nothing missing, and nothing else in the room.After a while I was sitting on the bed, feeling so exhausted and discouraged because I thought I should be more careful.I recalled my experience with the Fool, and I didn't want to have a bag over my head the next time I entered a room and a beating. My room suddenly seemed confining, like a trap to which I had to return every day.I leave the room without locking the door, because locking the door won't do anything, and I'd rather show them that I'm not at all afraid of them breaking into my room, even though I'm really afraid.

It was a warm and sunny afternoon, and although I enjoyed walking the castle, the unseasonable weather made me nervous.I decided to go into town to see the battleship Rurits and my shipmates, and maybe have a drink in the tavern.It's been too long since I've been in the city, and I haven't listened to the gossip of the people in the city, and now I have a chance to escape the intrigues of Buckkeep for a while. As I was about to walk out of the city gate, a young guard blocked my way. "Stop!" he ordered me, and then said, "Stay, my lord." He said he knew me. I stopped obediently. "What's up?"

He cleared his throat, and suddenly his whole face flushed behind his ears, he took a breath and stood quietly. "Do you need anything?" I asked. "Wait a moment, my lord," the boy blurted out. The kid ran into the guard room, and an older guard sergeant appeared later.She looked at me seriously, took a breath as if trying to steady herself, and said calmly, "You are not allowed to leave the castle." "What?" I couldn't believe what I heard. She straightened up and said in a firmer tone, "You are not allowed to leave the castle." A fiery anger rose in my heart, but I suppressed it. "Whose order is this?"

She stood firmly in front of me. "My orders come from the officer in the castle, my lord. That's all I know." "I'd like to speak to the officer." I made myself sound gentle and polite. "He is not in the guardhouse, my lord." "I see." But I really don't understand.I can see the pressure I'm facing, but the situation really confuses me.Another obvious question to ask, though, is "why not?"Though Shrewd is weak, I have Verity as my protector, but the others are not here.I could turn to Kettricken for help, but not unless I want her to confront Regal openly.I won't do it.And Chade has always been a shadowy force.These thoughts wandered quickly in my mind. Just as I was blocked in front of the city gate, I heard someone call my name, so I turned to look.

Molly ran from the city to the castle, the skirt of her blue maid's dress slapping her calves as she ran. She ran with a heavy and flustered step, which was not at all like her usual graceful steps, and looked Exhausted, or almost collapsed. "Fitz!" she called again, her tone full of fear. I walked towards her, but the guard sergeant suddenly stepped forward to block my way. Although she looked terrified, she was also very determined. "I can't let you step out of the city gate, this is my order." I wanted to punch her flat, but I forced myself to hold back, because fighting her wasn't going to save Molly. "Well, you bloody bastard, go over and look at her! Can't you see that this lady's in trouble?"

She stood with my eyes facing each other, motionless. "Miles!" she called out, and the young man just jumped out. "Go and see what's wrong with that lady, quick!" The kid rushed over like a bullet, and I could only helplessly watch Miles rush towards Molly over her shoulder, blocked by the guard sergeant.When he came to her, he held her up with one hand and her basket with the other, and Molly leaned heavily against him, panting and almost crying.Molly was walking towards the gate, and I had waited forever for her to burst through the gate and into my arms. "Fitz, oh, Fitz." She was sobbing.

"Come here!" I led her away from the guards and the gate.I knew I was acting rationally and calmly, but I also felt ashamed and small because of it. "Why didn't you come over just now?" Molly asked me out of breath. "The guards won't let me through. They were ordered not to let me leave Buckkeep," I said quietly, feeling her trembling against me.I took her to the corner of the warehouse, out of sight of the dumbfounded guards at the gate, and held her hand until she calmed down. "What's wrong? What's going on?" I tried to comfort her, brushing back the hair that was hanging over her face.After a while, she calmed down in my arms, breathing evenly, but still trembling slightly.

"I'm going to town. Mrs. Patience asked me to go out in the afternoon, and I need to buy something...to make candles." As she spoke, she gradually stopped shaking, and I lifted her chin to let her Look into my eyes.