Helen has said something similar many times in the past few days, but it has no effect.

Today, Catherine responded: "Mom, I'm fine, don't worry about me." Matthew is fine, Phil is fine, Emma and Isabella are well-behaved, and we'll all be fine. ”

"yes, it's going to be fine. Helen agreed.

In any case, it's good to have a reaction.

As a former military wife and now a soldier's mother, she knows that this breath in a woman's heart cannot be easily dispersed.

Disperse, and everything is over.

There was once a legendary poet who wrote a poem dedicated to celebrating the strength and resilience of women.

Whether rich or poor, frustrated or miserable, the role played by women as the mainstay of a family is by no means replaceable by men.

Women often have a strength and resilience that men do not have, no matter how delicate the woman is as a girl, when she becomes a wife and a mother, she will try to straighten her spine under the pressure.

As long as the mother is still alive, then the family can still be whole.

There are many soldiers in the Wards, so there are many widows.

We often see that even if they lose their husbands, they will educate their children, support the elderly, and boil their blood and bones to continue the family until the child grows up and takes over the burden in her hands.

And the man, perhaps he is a tough guy with steel and steel bones, will die generously under the sharp edge of the steel knife, but it is difficult to support a family independently.

In short, women are great, and the mothers or wives of Ward soldiers are even greater.

After going through this level, Catherine can be regarded as a true Ward woman.

Phil sneezed, rolled over, and looked outside through the narrow hole.

Because of the altitude and latitude, the weather here was a little cooler, and he only wore a single coat, and he missed the torn leather jacket that day.

Perhaps because of the heart, after the door rang, Lynn walked in, holding a leather jacket in her hand, and handed it to Phil.

Phil took it and put it on, and found that not only was the size extremely suitable, but even the strong smell was much less.

"I washed it and changed it again. Lynn explained, a little embarrassed.

"Thanks, much better than my mother's craft. "This little fat man with no conscience betrayed his wife directly when he saw the girl, and Catherine was so frightened for him that she couldn't sleep at night.

"What is your mother, what is she?" asked the little girl, with some curiosity.

She had only seen a limited number of Ward women in the camp, but she was no different from the others, coarse and greedy.

Phil rubbed his newly-acquired leather jacket, feeling the warmth, a taste of happiness appeared on his face, and his big blue eyes narrowed involuntarily.

"She is the most beautiful woman in the world and the best mother. ”

Lin looked at Phil's happy expression, and also fantasized in her heart about what her biological mother should look like, whether she would make beautiful clothes for herself, and protect herself when she was afraid.

But when I think about it, all that comes to mind is Alexandra's appearance.

The little girl didn't bother, quickly recovered, and said, "Moody is looking for you, let me take you there." ”

Fil paused for a moment, and finally came, no matter how apprehensive he was, he still made an aristocratic etiquette to the little girl: "Yes, beautiful young lady." ”

Lin was surprised by the calmness of the little fat man, even though they had lived together for ten years, the white hair of that person had left an indelible symbol of horror in her heart.

Although Phil's leg injury recovered faster than he thought with his efforts, and he was able to walk slowly on his own, he still let Lynn hold him and moved to the front hall little by little.

This, even Lynn, Phil did not tell.

Moody still looks that perverted, and even wears black eyeshadow, which looks like a skeleton against the backdrop of pale skin, which is particularly terrifying.

Lynn was a little scared, but when she got inside, she involuntarily hid behind Phil, and was then pulled away by a chubby, red-skinned woman.

During the whole process, he kept his head down, not daring to look at Moody.

Phil didn't see the woman's appearance clearly, but was impressed by her plump figure and bright red hair.

Sure enough, Moody's purpose in meeting him was simple, to ask him to write a handwritten letter to Brad to prove that he was alive and well.

It was only at the last quid pro quo that he was left vacant, and it was clear that he didn't want Phil to see it.

Phil quickly finished writing and handed over the letter with a natural expression that could not see a flaw.

Moody took it and checked it several times in the light of the fire, but found no tricks or tricks on Phil, so he solemnly wrote a few lines and sealed them with a soft candle.

There was not a single one of his men in the room, and only Brad, who had received the letter, would know what he had proposed.

It can be seen that this incident is quite important to him, and it also shows how sensitive and suspicious Moody is, even to the point of not trusting anyone.

Moody's naturally knew that the conditions for liberalizing the border passage were impossible for Brad to accept.

For any border general, it is a great crime of treason, if they really agree, even if it is just to open a small road, they can only be greeted by raiding their homes and exterminating their clans.

Not to mention using Phil as a quid pro quo, even Brad himself was tied up here, and he had to commit suicide with his full name.

The few materials in front of him are just temptations, and what is written on this letter is what he has been dreaming about and dreaming of for so many years.

By all means, the letter would be on Brad's desk within three days.

Thinking that in a few days, he could get that thing, Moody was so excited that his whole body trembled a little.

At that time, what excuse will the mysterious big man have to delay his daughter's promotion ceremony.

As for the white-blond-haired little fat man in front of him, the only fate at that time is to pay tribute to his tragic death of his younger brother and become another delicious blood meal for his pet.

"Pure Spirit Flower, Blood Sky Grass, what is this?" Brad opened the letterhead in his hand, looking at the familiar font on it, his eyes were a little red.

But he was a little confused about Moody's request, because he had never heard of these two herbs.

I thought that the leader of the somewhat crazy White Eagle Thieves would propose to release some bandit leaders.

He was even prepared to secretly plot against a minor leader, who could be exempted from punishment and have an official identity in Gokan City as long as he carried a potion that could be tracked down to help them locate the lair.

Barton didn't know much either, but Catherine's father, Councillor Byrne, was a little more knowledgeable: "Blood-empty grass is not an uncommon thing, it is mainly an herb used to treat certain blood-genetic diseases.

But this pure spirit flower is very rare, it is said that the yield is extremely low, and only three or five hundred flowers mature every year.

Combined, the two can be used by secret methods to completely suppress some of the weaker racial traits.

For example, if Catherine uses it, the characteristics of her bloodline from the Oriyu clan will be hidden, and her hair will not be white and blonde.

Even the racial awakening talent will be suppressed, and it will not be detectable by any means. ”

"What does he want to do with this, with the strength of their thieves, to get some herbs, and they still need to go through us?" Brad wondered if Moody was playing some tricks.

"Probably not. Although these two things are not rare treasures, they are really not something they can get their hands on.

As far as I know, only the parish of the Southern Temple is a specialty of these two things.

No matter how bold those people were, they couldn't have sent out a large number of men and horses to loot the temple's supplies within the empire.

Truth be told, even you don't know either of these things.

You can imagine how well those guys at the temple hid things. Byrne Sr. explained.

"Well, I promise you, old man. Whether I find Phil or not, I'll be ready. I'll go see Bishop Melissa now. Brad promised Byrne.

"I'm going with you, when I was in the imperial capital, I also had a relationship with Melissa. I hope she still knows my old bones. ”

Byrne also stood up and walked out with his father-in-law.

After writing the letter, Phil was taken back to the small, dark cabin.

As for what to do with the letter, that's a certainty.

When Moody examined the letterhead, the little fat man's heart was about to jump out, but fortunately, although this pervert was insidious, it was impossible to know the little secret between him and old Byrne.