Birdwin didn't have much of a problem with his little servant wanting to bring a Flora priest with him, though out of caution he met with the Pastor Flor - it was a good beauty, especially for his servant - From the age of ten, he began to defend Birdwin with shields, polish broadswords, feed horses, and spend his free time either learning to write with priests (not Flo's) or practicing martial arts with his companions, and Thundercastle was a military fortress with a much higher proportion of men than women, and the women were almost as strong and rude as men, and he had probably only seen maidens of her age at the fairs twice a year - but all of them had become rough-skinned, short, yellow, and thin from the hardships of life in the frontier city The daughters of merchants and knights may have been more beautiful, but the problem is that they are always kept in their rooms like little birds by their father and brother, and when they travel they are covered with a veil up to their heels, and they are followed by a dozen servants and maids, and it is impossible for a servant to get a glimpse of the true face.

So it was normal for him to be bewitched by a holy prostitute who took pride in her deeds, and it was no longer normal for him to be lenient, and Berdwin tolerated him to allow him to take the woman with him, but asked him to take care of her food, clothes, and horses, and not to slack off on his duties, and he quickly gave him the task of taking the horses that Berdwin had won in this jousting tournament. The armor and weapons were returned, and if any knight refused to take them back out of dignity and honor, he took out gold and gems from his chest, and bought a pair of equipment of about equal value and gave them to the knight.

"But that's a lot of money. Hu Cong said.

"The furs I brought with me this time are almost all gone, and I still have some savings in the royal capital - maybe your majesty will reward you when I go back this time - I have no place to use money...... Oh wait, let me think, you might help me call a jeweller and a silk merchant, and I think I could surprise my wife. ”

"I'll go now," said the little servant, "sir." ”

"You may also bring a small gift for your lover," Bird reminded gently, without explicitly pointing out that Flo's priest was rude—if it was a dream, it was a sweet dream: "She will like you more, and if you don't have money, you can take it from my box first." ”

Xiao Hucong blushed violently, but he still remembered to bow to Berdwin before stepping back out of the room.

Bodwin sighed happily, and the look and expression of the little servant reminded him of his youth, when he was a hunter and had nothing but bravery and a strong body, and his wife, who had no parents and lived by spinning yarn for others, and whose houses (or mud sheds) were only a few feet away from each other. No one could remember who approached whom first, only the first time they snuggled up to each other, oh, poor Penny, she was so skinny, covered in bones, with thinning hair, but her body was so hot, so hot that even a campfire in the dead of winter could match it.

Baldwin walked over to his desk and sat down, and took out the paper, quill, and ink from the drawer, and he carried the letter bird with him, which he would bring back to his wife.

He opened all the windows to let the sunlight shine on the letterhead, pressed the slightly curly parchment with a mica stone paperweight, and thought for a moment how to write before dipping the quill in the ink.

Bodwin and his wives were commoners who were slightly better than slaves, and of course there would be no priests or mages to teach them to read and write, but it was only after he won the favor of the previous master of Thundercastle because of his courage and acumen that he was fortunate enough to get a chance to learn to read and write from his clerk - the previous lord of Thundercastle was a good man with a heart as gold, and although he was already an old man with white hair when he met him, he was still so majestic, strong, And impartial, he held on to Thundercastle for sixty years, and for the Orcs and Highland Normans, the old knight of Tyre was more impregnable and indestructible than Thundercastle.

He had a son, but unfortunately his conduct and ideas were contrary to his old father's, and he only wanted to enjoy himself in the royal capital, and his hands and feet were as soft as noodles in water, and the old knight gave all his money and property to his son, but gave his army and Thundercastle to his adopted son Berdwin, and made him leap from a commoner knight to a nobleman with a title and a surname.

But Baldwin's wife never learned to read and write, and he had a few declining aristocratic women to teach her to write and read, but it wasn't long before she would shut herself in her room and ignore no one until he told the women to leave, and she could only write her own name.

So Berdwin had to write to her in another way, he now drew a simplified RV on parchment, a little man with a turban, indicating that it was Penny, and then drawing a few boxes behind the villain, piled with glowing jewels, and a few dresses, and a warrior on horseback to represent himself, and then he estimated the time it would take for the bird to fly, and drew dozens of suns and dozens of moons to indicate how many days and nights he would return to the royal capital, and he drew a bath bucket to indicate that he was going to take a bath when he got home, and he drew roast chicken and bread to indicate that he had to eat, so that Penny could be prepared。

Finally, he carefully drew two outstretched arms, a mouth around the beard, "a hug and a kiss." He snickered, Penny didn't understand it the first time she saw it, and it was only after he had interpreted the meaning of the figure that she understood that they had an unforgettable evening.

The servant's response was unusually swift - the merchants who had come to the wedding feast had not even left the castle, and as soon as Berdwin had finished writing his letter and sprinkled the powder of the shells on it to absorb the excess ink, the merchants waited respectfully in the room outside.

For his wife's jewels and clothes, Birdwin's chest of gold was nearly a third less, but there was nothing to regret, the goldsmiths and tailors of the White Tower adhered to the preferences and traditions of the elves, and the jewels and costumes from their hands were more exquisite and luxurious than those of Aea in the south, and completely different from the rough style of the Norman of the Highlands. Bodwin hoped that they would help his wife—he had heard that Penny, because of her humble origin, boring conversation, barren learning, and unremarkable appearance, had long been a transparent person in the noblewomen of the royal capital—and that was only if he had gained the king's favor and trust.

Penny had also asked if he could stay in Thundercastle with Berdwin, but Baldwin refused after much consideration, he lived with his knights and soldiers in Thundercastle, he was poorly fed and poorly dressed, and he felt that as a woman, she should live in the best conditions that her father, brother and husband could give her, rather than fall into unnecessary danger and toil with them.

After seeing off the merchant, Berdwin hesitated for a moment, then pulled out the parchment from the letter box and wrote at the end of the letter: "Respect and love. He knew Penny couldn't read it, but it didn't matter.