Chapter 162 Chapter 162 I'm Not a Fickle Person

Burrich cleared his throat. "She came for the herbs," he said awkwardly, "but I couldn't help, because I had nothing she wanted, and then the Fool came, and she stayed and helped me take care of him." "Patience and Lacey have a lot of herbs," I said. "I told her that too." He turned to clean up the items he had brought out to help the Fool heal. "But she doesn't want to look for them." His tone revealed mystery, as if provoking me, forcing me to ask the next question. "She's leaving," I whispered, "she's leaving." I sat in the chair in front of Burrich's fire, clasped my hands between my knees, and found myself rocking back and forth, He tried to make himself stop.

"Have you succeeded?" asked the Fool quietly. I stop shaking.I swear I didn't know what he was referring to at first. "That's right." I said calmly. "Yes, I think I succeeded." I also succeeded in losing Molly, successfully drained her loyalty and love, took her love for granted, and more successfully consistently did what an assassin should do , and lost any chance to have his own life in order to serve the king.I looked at Burrich. "Do you love Patience?" I asked suddenly. "When did you decide to leave her?" The Fool was stunned, his eyes widened.So, it turned out that there was still a secret he didn't know.I've never seen Burrich look so serious, and he folded his arms across his chest, as if restraining himself.I think he might kill me, but maybe he's just trying to hide the pain inside. "Please," I continued, "I must know."

He glared at me, then spoke cautiously. "I'm not a fickle person," he told me. "If I've ever loved her, I've always loved her." That's it.Such feelings will never die. "However, you still decide to..." "Someone has to make a decision. Patience can't do it, so someone has to end this torture for us." It's like Molly makes the decisions for us.I tried to think of what to do next, but my mind was empty and I just looked at the Fool. "Are you feeling better?" I asked him. "Much better than you." He replied sincerely.

"I mean your shoulder, I thought..." "It's just a sprain, not a broken bone, much better than your broken heart." What a quick-witted and well-meaning joke, I really didn't know he could mock me with such sympathy, this kindness almost broke me. "I don't know what to do," I said heartbroken. "How am I going to survive?" Burrich gently placed a bottle of brandy in the center of the table and arranged three glasses around the bottle. "We need a drink," he said. "Congratulations to Molly for finding happiness elsewhere and our best wishes to her."

We downed it in one gulp, and then Burrich poured three more glasses full. The jester shakes the brandy in his glass. "Was it wise to do so?" he asked. "Just now, I've had enough of being smart," I told him. "I'd rather be a fool." "You don't know what you're talking about," he told me, and he toasted with me, to all the fools; and a third time to our King. We do try hard to get drunk, but fate doesn't allow us the time.There was a firm knock on Burrich's door, which must have been Lacey with the basket, as she entered quickly and shut the door behind her. "Get rid of this thing for me, will you?" she demanded, before setting the basket of dead chickens on the table in front of us.

"Dinner!" announced the Fool, full of joy. It took Lacey a moment to realize the situation we were in.It seemed that this made her furious. "You're here to get drunk when we're betting our lives and our reputations!" She turned on Burrich. "Why haven't you learned in twenty years that it doesn't fix things!" Burrich wasn't flinching at all. "Some things just can't be fixed," he pointed out philosophically. "Drinking makes it easier for me to tolerate those things." He stood up and stood in front of her easily. Years of drinking seemed to have taught him the knack for dealing with such things. "what do you need?"

Lei Xi pursed her lips, and later decided to continue his conversation. "I'm going to get rid of that thing, and need some ointment for the bruises." "Everyone here doesn't see a doctor anymore?" the Fool asked selfishly, but Lacey ignored it. "That's the reason I came here, so I'd better go back with the medicine, lest anyone want to see it. Actually, I came to Fitz and asked him if he knew of a guard with an ax to break open King Shrewd's door." I nodded heavily, not intending to stand as gracefully as Burrich, but the Fool jumped up and shouted, "What?" he scolded me suddenly, "I thought you said you succeeded! What kind of success is this?"

"The best I've been able to achieve in a very short amount of time," I retorted. "It's either a success or a failure. We've tried our best. Besides, if you think about it, it's a solid oak door. It will take them a while to break in. Even if they go in, they will find the inner door of the king's bedroom. It's also tightly locked." "How did you do it?" Burrich asked quietly. "Not me," I blurted out, and looked at the Fool. "I say it all, what we need now is mutual trust." I turned to face Lacey. "How are the queen and Patience? How is our masquerade going?"

"It went well. The queen was hurt by the fall, and I'm not sure if she'll keep the baby in her womb, because miscarriages from falls sometimes don't happen right away, but let's not worry about it. But Wallace It's been a waste of time, this guy claims to be a doctor, but he knows too little about medicinal herbs. As for the prince..." Lei Xi showed a snort, and said nothing more. "Is no one but me worried that it would be dangerous to let rumors of miscarriages spread?" asked the Fool briskly. "I don't have time to think of other ways." I retorted. "After a day or so, the Queen will deny the rumour, and say that the baby appears to be fine."

"So, we're safe for a while," Burrich said. "But what's going to happen next? Just watch the King and Queen Kettricken be sent to the Commercial Bank?" "Trust. I just need one day of trust." I said cautiously, hoping that would be enough. "Also, we have to spread out now, and live as step-by-step as possible." "A stable master without a horse, and a jester without a king," said the jester. "Burrich and I can continue to drink, I think this is normal life in extraordinary times. As for you, Fitz, I don't know what title you have given yourself these days, let alone what you usually do .so……"

"No one will continue to sit and drink." Leixi chanted like a prophet. "As Fitz said, put the bottle aside, keep your heads clear, and then separate. Our words and deeds here are enough to get us hanged for treason. Except for you, of course, Fitz Horseman , you will be poisoned, because people of royal blood cannot be hanged." Her words had a creepy effect.Burrich took the cork and resealed the bottle, while Lacey left with the basket of ointments Burrich had given her, and the Fool followed her later.When I said good-bye to Burrich, he had finished with the fowl and was plucking the last few strong feathers, so the man really made the most of what he had.