Saint

Chapter 30: stars (two)

"How do you hook up with the commander?" the girl is like some kind of insect, shaking around in front of Fulan. "Miss Nicole, please don't embarrass Bari any more." it's not easy for Fulan to get rid of it. Fortunately, the clothes made by the woodcutter with canvas are still solid. "Of course, it won't embarrass the team leader, so I'm here to ask you now." Nicole rubbed her nose, and there was a red mark on the straight bridge. She just hid outside the door to listen. She thought that she could hear the violent vibration and happy moan immediately, but within two minutes, the door suddenly opened, and she burst into tears. "How is Paris now? Has she asked for a doctor?" Fulan asked. "It's still a low fever. The doctor said that he would bleed to lower his body temperature." Nicole said angrily, "it took two Caesar, but the quack doctor can only bleed." "And the priest?" "In such a small place, there are no priests who know magic." "Go to see her first." "Paris is so pitiful. She has never been in good health." Nicole said sympathetically. After a while, she suddenly screamed, "Quasimodo, big man, you're actually cutting off the topic. It's so cunning." The fireplace in Paris's room is burning fast. The girl is still half asleep and half awake with her eyes closed. Her face is flush and sweating. Fulan's cold hands are placed on her forehead, making the girl feel very comfortable and unconsciously turn her head with her hands. Take her out of the quilt by the arm, and Fran wants to put it back in the quilt. However, he found something strange, and held Paris's hand to observe carefully. Then Fulan's head was knocked down by a hard object, and Nicole stared, holding the long wooden bar used to make the door bolt, "lecher, just took the advantage of the commander, and came to take Paris's." "Go to buy some pepper and shallot. There should be some in the shallot hotel. Go to the store in the town to buy Pepper." Fulan ordered, "remember it's black pepper." "Huh? Are you hungry?" Nicole was thinking about whether to have another one. "When you are hungry, you can go to the hall to eat pepper? This seasoning is very expensive. You are really willing to." "No, it's helpful for fever to boil clear soup with pepper and green onion." Fulan threw Caesar to Nicole, who was given by the head of the regiment, and the girl hurriedly left the door bolt and took the money. The result was the sound of wood hitting the ground, which made Paris murmur in pain. Nicole grabbed Paris's arm from Fulan's hand, stuffed the quilt back, and carefully covered the edge of the quilt. Then, she pushed Fulan out of the room and said, "before I come back, you'll stay in the hall on the first floor." "If you can get rid of your doubts, I'm willing to," Fulan said. "It's a good girl." Fulan said, looking at Nicole's back. Then he thought about the strange phenomenon he just saw. Generally, you can see which class this person belongs to from his hands. Like commander Bari and Nicole, a thin cocoon can be seen on the palm, and the skin is also slightly rough. It's a sign of poor people's family background. When they were young, they had to help their families do some heavy work. Even now they are actors in the troupe, the old cocoon has not yet come off. But Pris's palm is very delicate, and there is no sign of labor, which generally only appears in rich family members. She joined the troupe two years earlier than Forlan, and has been playing the role of a maid. In the troupe, Paris is the youngest, probably only fifteen years old, and has always been a little sister under the care of others, rarely doing rough work. "She has a good background? But she has been reduced to a tour troupe?" Fulan suspects, but there are still too few clues. The head of Bari's mouth is very strict. Unless the girl is willing to say it, she can't know. Half an hour later, Nicole came back and looked at her sweating. It was obvious that she used running. "A Caesar bought this." she took out a small parchment bag from her pocket. "That's enough." Fulan crushed the peppers with his fingers and poured them into the bowl. He borrowed the kitchen from the hotel and made some ginger and green onions." It's a pity that there's no perilla or Rolle, these Oriental plants are more effective for fever." A bowl of black, spicy, and mixed with a strange flavor of the soup soon. "If Paris drinks this strange thing, she doesn't get better, but she gets worse, I won't let you go." "Don't worry." The next morning. The whole group enjoyed fried eggs to make breakfast. Paris was still weak, but she could go downstairs to eat breakfast by herself. Bari, the sober commander, obviously doesn't remember what happened yesterday. She frowns and looks at the clothes on Fulan's body, "it's too unfit, many places are torn, you won't run to fight with a bear." With a smile, Nicole thought about it for a long time and decided not to tell the leader who the bear was. Bari has returned to her nature of thrifty. She announced to Fulan, "in the future, you'll play the leading role." Nicole was almost choked to death by the eggs in her mouth. Sometimes, too much humor is also a kind of torture. "Listen to me." the head persuades, "enna, who has been playing the male role, has gone. The troupe is seriously understaffed. Nicole has to play the female role. Paris is not tall enough. Only Quasimodo can play this role, until we can find a more suitable one." "But the appearance of a big man... A prince like this is still a knight, which is definitely not welcome." Nicole retorted, "the audience didn't feel like a substitute, and the YY degree is not enough." "I'll think of a better script to make up for it." Fulan was very pleased that the head of the regiment had recovered his fighting spirit. "So, can the cardinal continue to run?" "Of course, it's a pity that I gave up my ideal when I met a little frustration." Bari wiped the egg yolk on the corner of her mouth with her fingers, then put it on her lips and licked it with her tongue. This kind of lazy and vulgar action is very charming. "Nicole, you go to the town council to register and pay taxes. I will go to find some workers and set up the tents. There are two days left, which is the market day." "What about me?" Fulan asked. He used to do all these chores. "You, you will go to my room later, and there are many things to learn." Bari said, "pronunciation, stage movements, in two days, you at least have to initially master."