Radish sitting next to him looked embarrassed. Little York, who was on his side, had a sad look on his face, and he could see that the relationship between this sacrificial NPC and Little York should not be shallow, and he was already immersed in sadness at this time; while the iron head on the other side was a little heartless, not only eating dry cakes, but also adding the thick soup in his hand twice, with a complacent face, and from time to time breaking the cake and dipping it in the thick soup; the old man on the other side, his fingers groped on the certificate of commendation for the sacrifice of the militia, and whimpered silently. I can't be as heartless as the iron head, even if the uncle who has lost his eldest son can eat with peace of mind, and he doesn't have the feelings of little York and the militia to be fetters, and he can't feel their pain, his hands are on the table, and he doesn't know what to do.

Fortunately, the old man soon came back to his senses, forcibly endured his sadness and put back his tears, wiped the tears from his face with his sleeves, and reluctantly smiled: "Let you adults smile." Radish smiled slightly awkwardly, and gently pulled little York, who was still grieving, with her hand, to make him pay attention to his expression. The iron head on the other side had no worries about this, and still drank the soup slowly.

The uncle heard the thin sound of the iron head drinking the soup, and patted his head: "It seems that the adults haven't eaten yet, it's really negligent." Please wait a minute, I remember some bread. With that, he stood up, rolled up the roll of commendation, and turned to walk to the side of the cabinet. Open the cabinet, put the parchment roll in and close it, squatting down to love another cabinet, take out some black bread from it, turn around and walk to the table: "The peasant family doesn't have anything good, everyone will eat a little." ”

A delicious meal – at least the feeling of turnips. After the old man brought the bread, he went into the back room to take care of the old woman and her daughter-in-law who had woken up in a daze, which made the radish relax a little. I ate some brown bread casually—the black bread that hadn't been soaked in the thick soup almost knocked out the tooth of the turnip—and drank a bowl of thick soup, at least I wasn't too hungry.

It can be seen that the two old men are now extremely sad, even if they are sitting in the outer hall, there is a wooden door separated from the inner room, and the cry of the old woman is faintly heard, and the old man is also comforting her, but his own heart is also extremely miserable, how can he comfort others? Considering that there are still distinguished guests sitting in the outer hall, he just told his old wife to take good care of his daughter-in-law, and got up and walked out.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, Radish restrained his eavesdropping look, sat upright, picked up a small black bread in his hand unhurriedly, and scooped half a bowl of thick soup for him at some point when Tietou didn't have it, and then slowly put it in his mouth to eat. I have to say that there is indeed a lot of wheat bran in this black bread, and it is prickly to eat it. However, this is already the best thing that the peasant family can take out to entertain guests, so naturally there is no dislike for it, and it is really impossible to eat it slowly, and it is really impossible to learn the appearance of the iron head and eat the dry cake. Anyway, this black bread can be eaten in thick soup except for stabbing the throat, and if the dough cake is not boiled, not everyone has the teeth like a monster with an iron head. Although he pretended, the old man looked at him after he came out, and it seemed that he had aged several years in an instant. Fighting his spirits, the old man sat down and looked at this side: "Dare to ask my lords, how did my son die?

Radish was stunned, these were not the problems he had considered in the previous rehearsal, because these were not the information he knew, and Radish touched Little York with his elbow.

The second time was that little York came back to his senses, looking at the sad eyes mixed with a little hope, little York nodded: "Uncle Tony, he is very brave! and he is generous to others, and he is very popular in the army." ”

"It seems that this little adult knows my son?" Old Vic sat up and moved his gaze from Radish to Little York, "Can you please tell me about my son, a bad old man?"

Little York looked at the uncle's expression, couldn't bear to refuse, and thought that it was not himself who was in charge now, his eyes looked at the radish and nodded slightly, his heart was settled, and he said: "Don't worry, old man, listen to me slowly." So starting from the militia camp, to the march, and finally to the ambush of the cultists, he was only half a step behind in order to save himself. At this, both Little York and the old man began to cry.

Hearing that his son had been killed by the cultists instead of fighting the enemy, Old Vic gritted his teeth and cursed, "These damn cultists, why weren't they purified earlier, my god......"

The two said a few more words, and little York suddenly remembered something: "Old man, Uncle Tony once said that he hopes that his son can read and learn calligraphy, and when he grows up, he will not be able to get ahead, at least he can be a bookkeeper, and he will not have to look for food in the world every day." As he spoke, he took out the tie that represented his identity and put it on: "It just so happens that I am a trainee scholar in the big library, and I still have something to do with this, even if I can't be a scholar in the big library, I can introduce some familiar people to take him, and it won't make him too difficult." Radish also took out his medal and belted: "Of course, if you don't want your children and grandchildren to become scholars, I am from the Orms family, a member of the Knights of the Holy Sunshine Cross, and if you want to be a knight, I can also make some recommendations." ”

The uncle saw that the identities of the two were not ordinary, not only scholars but also nobles, and they were even more trembling. Thinking that his son has died, and his two daughters are marrying away from him, and now his daughter-in-law can't bear it with two children alone, and is afraid that her grandson will suffer, she begins to think about the words of Radish and Little York, and wants to find a good way out for her grandson, not only for the sake of her grandson's future, but also about the expectations of her dead son.

But this is not a trivial matter, although now you can only determine the future by yourself, but with your own knowledge, I can't think of a long or short one. For a while, my thoughts were chaotic and I couldn't think of a clue. Seeing that the old man couldn't think of anything, Radish said softly: "Old man, don't be in a hurry to get the result now." You settle down with your family first, discuss the results, and then go to the Orms family, whether it's a residence or a store," he said, handing out something like a badge: "Give this to them, and let them arrange to go to Nimitz City, and then whether it's the Great Library or the Knights, just come to us." ”

The uncle was naturally very grateful, thought of something, walked to the cabinet and took out an oil lamp: "This oil lamp was sold to me by a merchant who passed by before, I look at it and it is worth some money, and the light of the lamp is blowing, which is a little magical." The family is poor, and there is nothing to repay the adults, so I can only give this to everyone. Originally, it was used as a guide for his son, but now he can't use it. "I can't excuse myself here, so Radish took the oil lamp.

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