Saint

Chapter 25: two days and one night

The further away from Fedu, the more natural it is. The roadside trees planted on both sides of the road are gradually rare, and the solid asphalt road is also slowly turned into a road in the grass that has been trampled by human and wheels for a long time. After passing several crisscross intersections, the teams of the tour troupe are gradually going to each other, and go to the next city with oil and water to be harvested. "Jun, don't you really want to go with us?" the girls on the caravan smiled, "at night, even if you let three girls accompany you at one time." "No, beautiful lady." Fulan replied immediately. He had just bought a horse from this troupe. The boss was not willing to sell it before, but after seeing a ticket, he was not willing to immediately turn into a passionate salesman. Finally, he attached a full set of saddles and a small bag of black beans. By the way, Fulan also bought some food and a flint for use on the road. The horse is very old. It should be over sixteen years old. The eyes are sunken, the back is sunk, and the teeth are worn out. But the foot strength is still good. Open the thick fur, and you can see the fuzzy marks on the shoulder blades. Fulan recognized that this is the mark of the klitz Dyer bloodline horse produced in the British principality. This pack horse has a huge skeleton, which can pull an amazing weight. "I hope it can carry me after it becomes the original shape." Fulan patted the horse's head with love, "you'll call it Lowsant later." City people rarely have the opportunity to ride, so Fulan's riding skills are not very good. Fortunately, Kretz Dyer's pack horse is known for its mild temper. Under the guidance of spurs and reins, Lowsant runs obediently. The scenery is very beautiful. There are large green fields around. The breeze blows, and the rotten yellow leaves in the green grass that have not yet turned into soil are blown up. They are spinning in the air half a person high. The vision is far away, and the manor and village in the hills show fuzzy shadows. What's more, it's like a Virgo. The slopes and forests that have not yet been reclaimed, the crisp green and the blue sky with rolling clouds, let the eyes enjoy it very much. For example, there are not many cities that can be chosen by the small-scale tour group of cardinal. In the remote countryside, there is no profit to speak of, and in the larger cities, except for a few festivals every year, the small troupe has no place, so the town with a moderate scale is the main source of income for the cardinal. Fulan and the Commander agreed to meet at Liming fort in the west of Fedu. It was a big town with a population of twenty thousand. Once every seven days, Fulan didn't want to waste it. It's four o'clock in the afternoon, and there are still two and a half days left for him to do something. The professional experience of the prosecutor enables Fulan to grasp many information about the underground world near Fedu. He was going to follow the coastline to the northwest and go to a market town called Sara. Officially, Sara is a small salt drying farm that produces crude salt. At the same time, it is also a temporary destination for smugglers. The town happens to be located in a small arc Bay on the coast. The natural port boats can get in and out freely. When they are searched by the guard, they flee towards the sea, such as a cup of water thrown into the sea, there is no trace. Fulan needs a bit of information. When it comes to the most intelligent information, who can compare with the private ships that travel north and south? The climate in spring is unpredictable. In the evening, the cold wind in front of you constantly takes away your body temperature, which slows down the speed of riding a lot. The dark clouds make the night's driving two quarters of an hour earlier. The lightning wastes endless energy. The sullen thunder is like a giant's roar in the ear. The beautiful natural scenery painting trembles and fades in the light and cold. It's going to rain heavily. In Byron's wild, you can often see the remains covered with moss, which were the watchtowers and military stations left by the war. With the conquest and unification, they lost their value and were reduced to ruins in the wind and snow. The God of luck began to favor this suffering man. In the grove not far from the road, there is a watchtower. The decaying wall tries to support the top of the tower that hasn't collapsed clean. Fulan leads the horse in, and takes advantage of the rain that hasn't completely fallen, and picks up a lot of fallen branches around. In the cold rainstorm, there is hot food and warm campfire, which is more effective than praying. The rough windbreak barrier was built in the corner of the wall with fragmentary bricks. The fire was just burning, and the heavy rain brought the gloomy sad world to the world. The wind went through the cracks of the bricks, so that Fulan was more careful and the bonfire should not be put out. The bread and bacon were baked half hot on the fire, and Fulan poured a black bean in his hand. Lowsant, who has been quiet and steady, put the horse's head together, and the wet big tongue rolled the beans, making Fulan's palm itchy. It may rain in the middle of the night. Fulan hopes not to delay his journey for this. He half closed his eyes, dozing and throwing branches into the fire. The fire heated the air, and the light was refracted into a shaking shadow. Through the fire curtain, the walls, the half collapsed spiral staircase, and the raindrops and shrubbery connected in a straight line outside the broken wall were all fuzzy and twisted It was the sound of footsteps in the puddle that made Fulan wake up from his dream. He quickly felt the small suitcase, and put a bunch of twigs into the dying campfire, watching the direction of the voice. It's a beast? Or people? The footsteps stopped outside the watchtower, and then a skinny figure drenched into a drowned chicken came in, pulling a horse that was also wet and constantly snorting. "I came to see the fire." it was a woman's voice, "the rain is too fast to find a shelter." "Please come here." Fran stood up. Another lightning split, and the fleeting white light let Fulan see the face of the newcomer. It's an acquaintance, he saved her;And she stabbed him. Compared with two years ago, she was a little bit childish. She became mature. The white and red edge of the knight's clothes and Cape were wet, tightly attached to the body, and full of feminine temptation. Because of the cold, the white skin seemed to be transparent. She hesitated, hung the sword on the saddle, and led the horse to the corner. The boots must be filled with water. Every step you take, you can hear the sound. The warmth of the fire made the girl very comfortable to take a long breath. If she opened her hand and put it on the top of the fire, after a while, she saw that Fulan was still standing, and moved to the side embarrassed, "I'm sorry, sir, I'm so cold." "It doesn't matter." Fulan took a small sealed iron bottle from his pocket and threw it to her, "drink some wine, and then rub his hands and feet with wine." The girl hesitated. It was probably that Fulan didn't look like a malicious mountain thief. She said thank you, unscrewed the bottle, and filled a few mouthfuls. The liquor made the girl choke, and she coughed red. "Lady... Are you a knight?" Fulan asked casually. "Oh, yes, you can call me Hepburn." the girl said, "I'm on a tour. How about you, sir?" "Miss Hepburn, just call me Toposo directly. I'm a businessman, and I go everywhere for a living." The tour is a traditional ceremony for the knights to travel around the country after they were given a name. But the Paladin of Anno will come to Byron for a tour? Fulan didn't believe it. Paladin girl, looking at Fulan, the temperament of your son is more elegant than every nobleman she has ever seen. There is no merchant's philistine. But few businessmen would walk in the wilderness alone. The robbers who rob families and houses are not only in the story. "There are few female knights. It must be very hard." "This is the way of Knight cultivation, Mr. Toposo. I didn't see your motorcade." "It's just a small business. No team." They suspected each other and tried to find out about each other. It has to be admitted that it's not only the body, miss Matilda Hepburn's thoughts and cognition are quite mature, but it's still not as sophisticated as Fulan's. not long ago, Fulan's conversation let the girl's doubts subside. "... a piece of big bread baked at home, sold directly on the street, it is only worth half a silver coin; but if it is cut into small pieces, wrapped with exquisite ribbons, and sold to dieting women, it can sell five silver coins; if it is made into a rose cross shape representing love, and sold to lovers in love, ten silver coins can be earned, and the profits are not determined by the actual value, but by means..." The voluble theory makes Matilda dizzy. She has fully believed that this Mr. Toposo indeed regards money as a speculator of glory and future. "Well, your knowledge is more extensive than mine. Can you ask me, inquire about the information, what kind of place to go?" the girl asked. "The police department of the big city will be happy to help a beautiful lady like you." "No, it's not official." Matilda hesitated and blushed for what he said, "there's an illegal agency that sells intelligence..." "Miss, it's a degenerate and dark place, not for you." "Please forgive me, there are indeed reasons that are hard to talk about..." Fulan thought about the advantages and disadvantages. Finally, he agreed, "set out together in the morning. My destination is just like this." "Thank you very much." Matilda murmured that he felt that he was burning from his face to his neck, but as long as he thought of the road guided by heaven, the monster should still hide in the world, and the girl didn't care about anything. As a patrol knight, she has been aimless for two years. In the face of blasphemy, any darkness is worth using.