Chapter 153 Chapter 153 Chaos without a sense of space

"Of course I do!" She looked at me like I was crazy. "He expressed his heart to you by going to your heart and standing beside you with the dignity he was still a member of the Skill Group. Do you remember?" Her face was red. "Of course I remember, but I don't think other people really knew what was going on." "Only a few know." I looked around and saw Burrich and the Fool listening to our conversation with wide-eyed eyes. "Verity passed it on to you through the Majesty Technique. You know his Spirit skills are high, so you must also know how he uses the Skill to guard our coast. This is an ancient magic, and it is the gift of the Yuan family. Only Truly got it from his father, and I got a part of it from mine."

"Why are you telling me this?" "Because I don't believe that Verity is dead. I've been told that King Shrewd once had great Spiritual powers, but he's not what he used to be, and that disease has taken away his Skill powers and stolen his other abilities. But if we Convince him to try again, get him motivated, and I can lend my strength to support him, and perhaps he will then be able to touch Verity." "That would kill him." The Fool questioned my proposal coldly. "I've heard that the Skill wears a man's strength, and the King has little strength left for that."

"I don't think it's going to do him any harm. If we got to Verity, he'd cut off contact before the Skill could hurt his father, and he's stopped before draining me a couple of times to make sure Do not hurt me." "Even a fool can see the loopholes in your logic." The fool tugged at the cuffs of his new clothes. "If you come into contact with Verity, how do we know if it's real or just a sham?" I opened my mouth to express my angry protest, but the jester held up his hand to stop me. "Of course, my dear, dear Fitz, we should all trust you, because you are our friend and have only our well-being in mind. However, other people can easily doubt your words, and they may not necessarily think you are like that Selfless." His sarcasm hit me like acid, but I managed to keep silent. "Also, if you don't have access to Verity, what will we get? A king who is not only impotent, but also considered incompetent, and a queen who continues to mourn, and she must wonder what she has to bear Suffering enough, is it necessary to mourn for a living person? It is the worst mourning. No, we will gain nothing, and even if you succeed, we do not trust you enough to stop the wheel of fortune. If you fail Our losses would be too great."

They all looked at me, even Burrich's deep eyes were full of doubt, as if he was trying to figure out the wisdom of what he wanted me to do quickly.Kettricken stood still, trying not to grab hold of the faint hope I'd thrown at her feet, and I hoped I'd wait to discuss it with Chade before proposing.I doubt whether there is any chance for this group of people to gather in this room after tonight, because Wallace is not present at the moment, and Emperor Zun is also busy downstairs. I looked at the only person who wasn't looking at me, King Shrewdly watching the flames leaping in the fireplace. "He's still king," I said quietly. "Let's ask him for his opinion and let him decide."

"Not fair! He's out of his mind!" The Fool suddenly jumped between me and the King, standing up straight and trying to meet my eyes. "The herbs he eats make him as tame as a plowing horse. If you ask him to slit his own throat, he'll wait for you to bring him the knife." "No." The king's voice trembled, completely losing its original timbre and resonance. "No, my Fool, I am not so downcast." We waited with bated breath, but King Shrewd said no more.Finally, I slowly crossed the room and knelt down beside him, trying to make him look into my eyes. "King Shrewd?" I begged him.

He looked at me, then glanced away, then forced his eyes back, and finally looked at me. "Did you hear what we just said? Your Majesty, do you believe that Verity is dead?" He opened his mouth to reveal the gray tongue behind his lips, and took a deep breath. "Regal told me Verity was dead. He got word..." "Where did the message come from?" I asked gently. He shook his head slowly. "A messenger... I think." I turned to face the others. "It should be a message from the Emissary of the Mountains, and Verity should have been there. When Burrich returns, he will be almost there, but I do not believe that the Emissary came all the way from the Mountains, but Do not stay to convey this message to the Queen herself."

"Probably by relay," Burrich said reluctantly. "It's a tiring journey for both a rider and a horse. The rider must change horses along the way, or pass the word to another rider who is riding a fast horse. The latter is more reasonable." "Perhaps. But how many days would it take to get the message here from the mountains? I know Verity was alive the day the Duke of Bynes left, because Shrewdly used me to talk to him that day, and it was me at his fireplace. The night before I passed out. That's what happened, Fool." I paused. "I believe I also felt his presence with me during the battle of Jieyiwan."

I watched Burrich mentally count the days back, then shrug reluctantly. "It's still possible. If Verity had been killed that day, the news would have been out in no time, and the knight and horse are fine... It's doable, though a little bit." "I don't believe it." I turned to face the others, trying to force my hope on them. "I don't believe Verity is dead." I turned my gaze back to King Shrewd again. "What about you? You believe your son is dead and you don't feel it?" "The steed... just went like that, like a dying whisper. 'Father.' I think he said that. Father."

A silence permeated the room as I crouched on my heels and waited for the King to make his decision.He raised his hand slowly, as if his hand had a life of its own, came through the small space to rest on my shoulder for a moment, and that was it.Just the weight of the king's hand on my shoulders.King Shrewd shifted slightly in his chair and took a breath through his nostrils. As soon as I closed my eyes, we fell into that black river again.I faced the young man in Shrewd's dying body again, and together we rolled in the currents of the world. "There's no one here. There's no one else here except us.

" Shrewd's tone sounded rather lonely. I cannot find myself, here I have no body and no words.He gripped me with such a shock and whoosh that I could barely think, much less remember the sliver of Skill training I had received from Galen's rigorous teachings.It was like reciting a speech while being strangled, and I gave up, totally.Then, from somewhere, Verity's voice floated to me like a feather blowing in the wind, or dust dancing in the sun, and told me: "Opening is nothing but opening." The whole world becomes a spaceless chaos, everything is hidden inside other things.I didn't call out his name or think about his face.Verity was there, he had always been there, and it was easy to rendezvous with him.