Release that Witch Chapter 373: Bazaars and clues

Ferlin stands behind his wife and watches her smile carefully as she selects the goods in the stall.

Whenever this time, Irene's eyes are always very serious.

"Actually ... each piece of meat is calculated by weight, whichever one you choose."

"No!" she refused categorically. "You like to eat lean meat, right, but without the fat part, it won't be fragrant when cooked. A thin layer of fat is the best rib and sliced ​​fried It ’s also very suitable, but you ca n’t do it carefully. "

Ferlin ca n’t help but laugh out loud, “Well, you pick slowly here, I ’ll buy a bag of wheat first, and I ’ll have to wait in line for a while. Come and find me Come on. "

"Yeah," Irene didn't respond.

He shook his head helplessly and turned to the grain sales stall in the convenience market.

Since it has snowed, adults feudal lord have also erected wooden shelters around the market. They have also posted notices announcing that sales will not stop here even in winter.

This means that in the long Months of Demons, small town will still provide a stable food supply.

For the townspeople, this is undoubtedly a powerful reassurance measure.

There are far more people at the food stalls than the less frequented meat stalls. There was a long line in front of the counter, and there were two patrolmen in black uniforms around to maintain order. But in small town, they have a completely different name: police.

With all the amazing pioneering works of feudal lord, Morning Light has already seen no surprises, and it is not unusual to change its name. And he also knows that the impression that patrolmen give to most civilians is no different from a rogue, and changing the name really makes people feel different.

"Mr. Schilt, good afternoon," someone in the team recognized him, "you have come to buy wheat."

"Stop me."

"My location is for you."

"No, no," Ferlin waved his hand and stood at the end of the line, "Thank you."

"You are really welcome," laughed the middle-aged man in front of him, "it is indeed the first Knight of Western Region."

Ferlin for a moment, "You know I used to ..."

"Haha, of course, this is not a secret at Border Town," the other side grinned, touching his chin. "My son and daughter like you very much. Ever since I heard about your history, the eldest son Nat has also I want to be a Knight. "

"That's all in the past," he shook his head, "and His Highness no longer needs Knight."

"We have First Army," the middle-aged man disapproved. "Before I changed, I wouldn't dare to talk to you like this."

Indeed, when they were still Duke Knight, most civilians did not even dare to look directly at them. The words behind the discussion had envy and admiration, but more of them were fearful. He dared to stare into his own eyes without any fear of identity, only Irene was the first sight of the theater, so that his heart found his destination.

After defeating the captured captives and coming to Border Town, Ferlin thought that he was just changing for another feudal lord, but he did not expect to eventually become a teacher who taught everyone, and also gained everyone's Esteemed.

This feeling of Esteemed and Knight is completely different. You will not avoid or stay away from him, but hope that you can walk closer to him than to show respect, which will make Ferlin feel warmer and warmer. Satisfy.

Perhaps, I am not suitable for being a Knight.

...

Waiting for more than a quarter of an hour is tantamount to Ferlin Schilt's turn.

"Identity card," said the teller, and then hesitated, "Ferlin teacher?"

"Betty," he was also a bit surprised, the girls standing behind the counter were the first graduates of his class. Then Ferlin quickly understood, and said happily, "Have you entered City Hall?"

"Yes," she said with a happy expression on her face, nodding her head like school, "I'm an apprentice to the consulate now, and I'm currently working at Ministry of Agriculture."

Ferlin doesn't want to wait for the next person to wait, and hand in his ID card and six silver royal, "I buy a bag of wheat."

"Okay!" She registered her name in the book, shouted back, walked out of the warehouse to a porter, and put a bag of wheat on the counter. The goods cannot be inspected or accepted here. Each bag has been packed and divided into three types: large, medium and small. The small bag is enough for two people to eat for a month. The price of food is fixed and there is almost no fluctuation. You must show your ID when you buy, and the purchase amount is also limited. Ferlin understands that this measure is obviously to avoid people buying a large amount of food, resulting in the civilians who really need it have no food to buy.

"Teacher, go to my house to sit." Betty returned the ID to him.

"Yeah," Ferlin smiled, and carried the wheat bag to the side, giving way. Until then, Irene was still missing, and probably looked at other products again. He simply found a conspicuous and dry place, put the bag on the ground, and sat down to rest for a while.

At this moment, a blue figure flashed in front of his eyes.

Morning Light startled, could not help but look over his head, and then trembled. It was a beautiful woman with a delicate face, with a rare blue hair, belonging to the type that you will never forget at first glance. Ferlin felt that the whole body's blood was almost coagulated. This was not because of the good looks of the other person, but ... he had seen this honor in the family hall.

When he was a child, he asked more than once who his portrait was on the wall of the hall, but his father kept silent. She is undoubtedly a woman, but more than all the portraits of her grandfather. Only after he was drunk once did he hear his father mention each other.

If you remember correctly, the person in the painting is the founder of the Schilt family.

This ... how is that possible?

"Sorry, wait a long time," Irene's voice pulled him back from his confused thoughts. "I picked some eggs later and bought a small bag of butter. Have you bought your wheat?"

"Yeah ..." Ferlin answered absently.

When he returns home, he still sees the scene in the painting. The figure of the woman is lingering ... why did he see the ancestors of the Schilt family in Border Town?

After a long hesitation, he decided to return to Longsong Stronghold.

When Ferlin told Irene of this intention, the latter raised an eyebrow, "Did you already sever the relationship with the family? Why go back?"

"Uh ... because," he hesitant said, "because of something."

"Succession rights?" Irene asked, "No, is it for ... women?"

"cough cough," Ferlin bowed his head, "How is that possible!"

"But your eyes tell me that you are lying," she pressed Morning Light on a chair, and looked down at him, "you promised to be my Knight, and I also believe you will not break your promise, so It makes me extra curious ... and what can't be told to me? Before the farm house on the outskirts of Longsong Stronghold, we agreed that nothing should be concealed.

Her eyes are transparent and touching. At any time, she hopes to share everything with herself. Whether for good or bad, she has experienced so many ordeals, and Irene has not changed.

Ferlin took a deep breath, pulled her into her arms, and whispered her doubts again.

"So that's it," After hearing this, Irene nodded, "Then you go."

"You ... believe me?" It stands to reason that such a bizarre story doesn't even convince himself that an ancestor would live in the present moment.

"Of course," she blinked. "You didn't stray from my sight this time."

(To be continued.)

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