While drinking, He Baifu said secretly: "These Zoroastrians are so arrogant, they are simply looking for their own death, so it's no wonder that they are not righteous." ”

Wang Tao smiled and said to He Baifu: "You drink some wine and eat the meat first, that Zoroastrian high-level is a bit rude." However, the government has recently raided many of our bases, so he is a little upset. ”

He Baifu said tentatively: "Actually, according to your ability, you are fully qualified to set up your own door, why do you want to send someone under the fence?" ”

Wang Tao said: "I can't go into detail about this, but within the Zoroastrians, there is also a habit of ranking seniority, so I can't be the boss." ”

McGonagall's husband was a woolmer. In his residence in the south of the city, he spent his market days at the market stalls and at the annual market on the hill of St. Giles, where he bought wool brought by farmers from the four towns outside the city. He broke the wool of two hundred and forty sheep into a large bag, which he kept in the back room of the house. Once a year, when the Flemish weavers sent their agents to buy the pliable wool of England, McGonagall's husband sold them all the wool and arranged for ships to transport the bales of wool to Bruges and Ghent via Dover and Boulogne, where the wool was processed into the finest wool and sold all over the world at a price beyond the reach of the sheep farmers. McGonagall spoke to Alena and Richard as they dined, and she smiled warmly and said that no matter what happened, people should not be ill-intentioned towards each other.

Her husband was accused of deducting weight in his dealings, a crime that was seen as serious in the city, where prosperity was based on a reputation for fair trade. Judging by McGonagall's statement, Alena guessed that he was most likely guilty. However, his absence from home has had little impact on business, and McGonagall has replaced him. In the winter, there was nothing to do, so she made a trip to the Flemish people, and informed her agent that business was still going on as usual, and that the barn had been repaired and slightly enlarged. As soon as the shearing began, she bought the wool according to his method, and she knew how to judge the quality of the wool and how to price it. She had been accepted as a member of the city's merchants' guild, and despite her husband's tainted reputation, the merchants had a tradition of helping people in times of need, and he had not been proven guilty.

Richard and Alena ate her meal, drank her wine, and sat by the fire and talked with her until it began to get dark outside; Then they went back to the monastery to sleep. Alena had nightmares again, this time dreaming of her father. In the dream he sat on the throne in prison, and he was as tall, pale and majestic as ever, and when she went to see him, she had to bow and salute as if he were a king, and then he rebuked her, saying that she had left him in prison and lived in a brothel herself. She was so angry at this unfair accusation that she angrily said that he had left her. She was about to add that he left her alone and was at William Hamley's mercy, but she would not tell her father what atrocities William had committed against her, when she saw William also in the house, sitting on a bed, picking cherries from a bowl to eat, and he spat out the cherry peel at her, and the cherry peel fell on her cheek and stabbed her. Her father smiled. Then William began to throw soft cherries at her, and the cherries splashed on her face and dress, and she began to cry, for the dress, though old, was the only one she had, and now it was stained with cherry juice like blood.

She was so sad in her dreams that she woke up to find that it wasn't real, feeling a great relief, even though the reality – that she was homeless and penniless – was far more unlucky than having a soft cherry thrown on her.

Dawn peeked through the cracks in the walls of the guest room, and everyone around her had woken up and moved around. The monks soon came in, opened the doors and windows, and called everyone to breakfast.

Alena and Richard hurriedly ate and went to McGonagall's house. She's ready to go. She stewed a pot of hot spiced beef and made lunch for her husband, and Alena told Richard to carry the heavy rice pot for McGonagall, wishing that she might have something for her father. She hadn't thought of it, but even if she did, she couldn't buy anything. It's so guilty to think about what they can't do for their father.

They walked uphill along the high street, entered the castle through the back door, and then went around the main building and down the hill to the prison. Alena recalls what Otto told her yesterday when she asked her father if he was well. "He's not going to die," said the warden, "he's going to die." She thought he was exaggerating and not being reassured, but now she was worried. She said to McGonagall, "Is there anything wrong with my father?" ”

"I don't know, dear," said McGonagall, "I've never seen him. ”

"The warden said he was going to die."

"The man was extremely lowly. He may just say this to make you sad. Anyway, you'll find out in a moment. ”

Despite McGonagall's kind and well-meaning reassurances, Alena was unwell, filled with fear as she walked through the door and into the dark, strange-smelling prison.

Otto was roasting his hands on the fire in the middle of the antechamber. He nodded to McGonagall and looked at Alena. "Did you get the money?"

"I'll pay for them," said McGonagall, "and it's two pennies, one mine and one theirs." ”

With a sly expression on his foolish face, Odo said, "They are to pay twopence—one for one man." ”

"Don't be such a dog," said McGonagall, "let them both in, or I'll get you in trouble through the Merchants' Guild, and you'll lose your job." ”

"Alright, alright, don't scare me," he said unpleasantly. He pointed to an arch in the stone wall on the right and said, "Bartholomew is over there." ”

McGonagall said, "You need a candle." She took two candles from her cloak pocket, lit them on the fire, and handed one to Alena. She looked sad. "I hope everything is well," she said, kissing Alena. Then she walked briskly into the archway opposite.

"Thank you for paying us," Alena cried out into her back, but McGonagall had disappeared into the darkness.

Alena looked worriedly in the direction Otto was pointing. Holding the candle aloft, she walked through the arch and found a small square corridor inside. The candlelight illuminated three heavy doors, all bolted from the outside. Otto shouted, "Right up to you." ”

Alena said, "Lift the latch, Richard." ”

Richard lifted the heavy wooden latch out of the latch and leaned against the wall. Alena pushed the door open and quickly prayed silently.

It was pitch black in the cell except for the candlelight in her hand. She hesitated in the doorway, looking at the moving shadow. There was a smell of toilets in the place, and a voice said, "Who?" ”

(End of chapter)