"'What can you do?'

The lord said proudly,

'Let me bow down to you?' ’

'The color is different, but the power is not inferior,'

'Each has its own powers, and the height is different. ’

'Red Lion Fighting Yellow Lion,'

'The minions are sharp and merciless. ’

'Sharp claws like the wind, fierce momentum,'

'Don't forget, don't forget,'

Oh, he said so, he said so.

Castelme's lord, he said.

Today, however, during the rainy season,

The rain cried in the hall, but there was no one inside.

Today, however, during the rainy season,

The rain wept in the hall, but there was no soul inside.

……”

The bard's deep voice echoed through the tavern, and the drinkers stopped their knives and forks and lowered their glasses, as if they were immersed in the scene woven by the lyrics along with the sound.

This is the reserved program of the Twilight Tavern, and it is one of the few things that a group of drunkards enjoy.

Philo glanced at her cousin and found that she not only had a solemn face, but also opened the small bag she was carrying, took out her notebook from it, and was carefully flipping through it.

There were many things recorded on it, and at first glance he thought it was history class notes, but he knew that his cousin was naturally smart and almost never memorized, and he never had to take notes when reading those history books.

"Castelme...... Castelme...... Damn, I must have heard that name somewhere......"

Shireen patted her head hard and gritted her teeth.

"Tap, tap, Shireen......" The third prince comforted, she would be like this once she became obsessed with something, and she couldn't tolerate others, let alone herself questioning her memory.

But the human brain will always arrange these things in order, and then select them one by one, and it is inevitable that there will be mistakes when they need to use them.

"Ahh Got it! Castelme, the prototype of the Lancaster family, had an interesting incident in the family of Grand Duke Heard in Castle Rock, just about 2,000 years ago, the first Grand Duke of Heard was a cowardly and incompetent fellow, who was oppressed by his wife, borrowed a large amount of gold coins and refused to return the land, and the Grand Duke dared to be angry and did not dare to speak, so he sent his son Arrow to ask for it. This is what the Grand Duke's father-in-law told him when Arrow arrived......"

"What did you tell him?" Philo asked, he didn't know anything about this history.

Shireen glared at her cousin complainingly.

"Of course it's in this song, he said, 'Your father is so cowardly, what ability does he have to make me bow down to him, if your family is a yellow lion, then I am a red lion, if you want to get back your gold coins and territory, let that lion use his claws to ask me, what does it have to do with you, a stinky hairy boy?' ”

"And after that?"

"Brother, how stupid are you!" Shireen couldn't help but laugh, revealing two small dimples, and Fello looked a little stunned for a moment.

"The place where this happened is called 'Castro', and after the humiliation of Lord Arrow, he went home and raised an army, and fought all the way to Castro, not only to return the gold and land that belonged to his family, but also to hang everyone in his grandfather's family on the tower. Locals say that on rainy days they see ghosts hanging themselves from the tower, so they wrote a song called 'Castro's Spirit', which has almost the same tune and beat.

"And the Duke of Tywin in the story and Lord Arrow have almost the same temperament! I have a hunch that this song will appear in the future, and from 'Castro' to 'Castro', the two names are so close! And this Mr. poet is also called Eric! Do you think he will be the author! ”

The more Shireen spoke, the more excited she became, and she almost slapped the table and stood up.

Fello couldn't help but smile wryly, and he looked around to see that the drinkers had reverted to their usual noisy and messy appearance after listening to the song, and the poet, who was suspected to be the author, was chatting with the nearest drunkard, and the two clinked glasses from time to time, and let out a tacit laugh.

Philo is not very familiar with this anymore, the tacit understanding between men.

He shook his head, "How could it be, how could Mr. Eric write such wonderful words, how could he be such a vulgar person, it's just a coincidence, after all, the name Eric is very common...... Ah, here comes the dish. ”

A tall waiter came over and lowered the two buckets, and Shireen's attention was drawn again.

The bucket looked to be at least twenty centimeters tall and filled with a variety of food. Shireen looked at herself, then at Fello's, and saw that his bucket looked noticeably more appetizing.

While fiddling with the bucket, she complained: "Brother, you didn't even notice that the waiter was coming, I am afraid that your 'vulgar person' will be heard." ”

Philo was slightly stunned and looked back.

I didn't even hear his footsteps just now? Am I careless?

The top student of the scout department didn't know for a moment whether he was distracted or what's wrong.

"Hmm! This is delicious!! ”

Shireen let out an exclamation, and as soon as Philo turned around, she saw her stick her fork into her bowl, oh no, the bucket.

Forget it, don't think about it.

Leaving his thoughts behind, he began to fight with his cousin for food.

On the other hand, Tom tossed the retrieved plate into the sink and said to Eric as he sorted things out, "Your two readers say you're a vulgar thing. ”

"Oh you're here again, can you assassins have some work ethic, it's enough to kill people and set fires, don't eavesdrop on the root of the wall?"

"The problem is that we haven't killed people and set fires before." Jerry looked innocent.

"Yes, Jerry was right." Tom chimed in.

“…… Sorry, I forgot that two are a shame for the Grey Hats. ”

"No, that's because we're kind, aren't we?"

"Yes, Tom." Jerry shrugged, "And that's not called eavesdropping, Tom just happened to hear something interesting on the way to work, like you picked up a gold coin on the street, yes, that's it." ”

"You're getting more and more like Tyrion."

"Shut up, I didn't sleep like you wrote, vowing to sleep in the brothels of the Seven Realms, and standing on the back of a dragon to pee against the wind. Mu Yan said that the dragon flew too fast and too high, the air was too cold, and there was no windproof enchantment, just waiting to be frozen into leftover eggs. ”

"What old man?"

"Forget it, you don't need to know."

……

……

Shireen's routine had always been very regular, so on the return carriage, the girl had already fallen asleep on Philo's shoulder.

Even when she was asleep, she crossed her hands and hugged the small schoolbag she carried with her.

When the carriage arrived at the Moon Creek Manor, Philo smiled and pinched her face, and before she woke up, she picked her up horizontally, covered her with her thick cloak, and carried her into the house.

Stepping into the thermostatic barrier, the warm air suddenly came to his face, and Shirin in his arms also woke up.

She opened her eyes and looked at it, and realized that she was hanging on the form, and instead of being shy, she stretched out her two arms.

"Your Royal Highness the Third Prince! Can I hold you? ”

Philo smiled, lowered his head slightly, let Shireen's arms around her neck, and then raised her head.

This time the girl really hung on him.

"Hmph~ If I am seen, I will definitely be jealous of many Huaichun girls!" Shireen said coquettishly, with an indescribable smug expression.

"Come on, you, just like you, you don't know if you've been sold." Philo looked disgusted, "Okay, let go, I should go back." ”

"No, you have to promise me to come back tomorrow!"

"Why?"

"After listening to that song today, I'm going to write a follow-up conjecture and send it to the Moon Workshop!" Shireen was full of confidence, "Believe me, I'm the one who knows the author's mind best!" ”

Here it is again, and Fellowo smiled helplessly.

"Pull it down, I have something to do tomorrow."

As soon as he lowered his head and threw it forward, Shireen was firmly thrown on the soft bed, rolling several times.

"Hey!! You bad guy! ”

Shireen got up, crying.

"You know how to bully me! Bully your cute cousin! ”

Philo didn't look back, he already knew everything about this seemingly natural guy.

"You're 14 years old, you can go to the academy for yourself."