After a brief period of embarrassment, the woman, who seemed to be only a year or two older than Kersmund and less than twenty years old, quickly returned to normal. I saw that she looked dignified, her eyes were gentle, she reluctantly smiled at Kersmode, and said softly: "This warrior, thank you for your help in helping me drive away those two beasts, otherwise I will ......" Speaking of this, the woman's voice gradually trembled with excitement, and stopped abruptly. After a pause, he continued to say with a slight cry, "Anyway, thank you very much for defending my innocence and saving my life, because if I am really defiled by them, then I will definitely choose to commit suicide." ”

The woman's beauty made Sensed involuntarily distracted, but he quickly came to his senses and replied, "You need not be polite to me, for I have long regarded it my duty to punish the evil and protect the weak." You don't have to be afraid of the wicked, because when you are in trouble, someone will come to your aid!"

"Oh, you're a knight!" the woman said excitedly, blinking her large, bright and charming eyes a few times in succession.

"No, I'm not a knight, maybe I will be in the future, but I'm just an ordinary commoner now, and I can just punch and kick a few times. Eyemerd paused and asked, "Why do you think I'm a knight?"

"For as far as I know, it is one of the spirits of a knight to punish the evil and protect the weak. And you take both of these things as your responsibility, and at the same time you have the ability to do so, so it makes me feel like you're a knight. The woman explained excitedly, still excited, and didn't seem disappointed that Sensed wasn't a knight.

"It is one of the spirits of a knight to punish the evil and protect the weak," said Kermund thoughtfully. He did not expect that the creed he wanted to abide by would overlap with chivalry, and until then he had no idea what chivalry was about.

"Now, you are not a recognized knight, but from today onwards, you are a knight in my mind. What is your name, my knight?" the woman smiled excitedly and respectfully at Mindmond, her eyes bright and unabashedly in front of Kermind's eyes.

Eyemer almost froze again when he saw her smile as beautiful as a flower. He hurriedly said: "Don't say that, my name is Kosmerd, and I am a Nord from Wocheze. What about you? What's your name?"

The woman kept a big smile on her face and said coquettishly, "Is it Kosmod? I will remember your name! You are a knight in my heart, and the borders have no effect on it, and even if you are from outside the continent of Calradia, it will not change that fact." My name is Sefia, and I am the daughter of a craftsman in Riwache. ”

"Sephia, your name is so nice!" said to Sensed in a low voice to Sephia, as if to say to himself.

Symad felt that although Sephia was dressed modestly—in a blue but slightly washed white dress, and without any eye-catching ornaments on her body or hair, she had the air of a noble lady. Almost every week, Kosmead could be seen in the church in the company of their parents and elders. He had a deep understanding of the common nobility that they exuded. And now, too, she felt it from Sephia, the daughter of a craftsman, and she manifested it so naturally, without pretentiousness, that she herself had not even discovered that she had the temperament of a noble lady. In addition, among the aristocratic ladies that Sensed had ever seen, none of them had a countenance comparable to that of Sephia in front of him.

"Thank you, Mr. Knight, for your appreciation!" Sefia blushed, as if she didn't dare to meet Kersmer's gaze, and when she looked forward to it, she suddenly found the dagger on Eksmer's left shoulder that was deliberately covered by Eksmer's right hand, and couldn't help but scream, and said in a panic: "Oh, Mr. Knight, why are you injured?"

"It's okay," said Kosmuld, "it's a parting gift from my enemies. Getting hurt isn't exactly a bad thing, sometimes it can be a good thing, for example, this injury made me really feel the strength of the enemy, forcing me to become stronger as soon as possible!"

"Oh, do you feel pain, shall we go to the doctor?" asked Sefia with concern.

"Of course it hurts, but you don't have to go to the doctor. I'll just find a place to pull out the dagger myself, stop the bleeding and bandage the wound. Thankfully, the dagger was not coated with poison. ”

"That'...... Then go to my house, and let me do what I can to heal you. Sefia suggested.

"Your house?" was shocked in Kersmer's heart, but then he suddenly realized something, and couldn't help but become alert, and asked suspiciously, "By the way, early in the morning, why did you appear in this lonely alley when you were alone with a lady?"

;“ Since it was my father's birthday, I went to the market early in the morning to buy some of the freshest food, and then planned to prepare a few big meals for him today to surprise him, which is the best way I can honor him. "But I didn't expect to run into those two daring rascals on the way home. They had been following me, and I had long seen that they had bad intentions, so I thought about getting rid of them, but I was scared and panicked, and came here, which made it easier for them. ”

"Oh, that's so!" was the case when Sensed noticed that there was a basket of vegetables that had fallen to the ground at Sephia's feet, and some of the fruits and other food in the basket were scattered on the ground.

Sefia picked up the scattered food one by one and put it back in the basket. Kersmund also hurriedly bent down to help Sephia pick up an orange that had rolled far away, and handed it to her.

When handing over the orange, the fingers of the two inevitably touched each other. When Germerd touched the smooth, soft skin of Sephia's fingers, his heart moved, his face flushed, and he immediately withdrew his hand.

In the depths of his heart, a hazy desire that arose at some point was immediately stimulated like never before, and began to violently turbulent. He was almost overwhelmed by a strong urge that made him involuntarily want to take Sephia's whole little hand. What he actually did, however, was the exact opposite.

Sefia's hand holding the orange trembled slightly involuntarily before it was stuffed into the basket.

The atmosphere was awkward for a moment, but Sephia quickly broke the silence and said, "If I hadn't come here, if this hadn't happened, I probably wouldn't have known you, or even seen you, wouldn't I? Sefia smiled at Kersmund again.

Her smile, bright and warm, kind and charming, was more beautiful to Marksmoed, who had just experienced a long dark night filled with fear and strife, than the dawn of dawn and the warm morning sun.

His greatest wish now is to be able to look at such a smile and sleep quietly in the company of such a smile to eliminate his tiredness. And then when he woke up, the smile would still be in front of his eyes, and it wouldn't change......

"Yes, maybe it was providence that destined us to meet like this, and this is probably our fate. Ksmerd laughed.

Sefia nodded and said, "Why did you come from Wocheze to Rivacheze, to look for a job here, or to travel?"

"No, I was going to Sagoth, but I got on the wrong boat, and I came here! Kosmund explained briefly.

"Oh, what are you going to do now?have you found a place to live?, if there's anything you need my help with, just say!" asked Sephia with concern.

"Frankly, I'm a penniless homeless man now, but I'm not thinking about lodging for now, I just want to find a more secluded place where I can take care of my wounds without interruption and then think about other things. Ksmund smiled wryly. He is indeed penniless now, and he does not even have the money to buy a loaf of bread. As he left the ship, he and his captives took all the money and belongings of the slave traders. However, he divided that little money equally among the more than sixty poor captives, and he did not take a single dinar.

"In that case, Mr. Knight, come home with me!" said Sefia, holding up the basket, "but fortunately I've been here before, so I know the way home." ”

"Homecoming?" as soon as Kersmoud heard the word "home", a warm current welled up from his heart and flowed through his body in an instant, and his voice trembled with excitement.

As an orphan at birth, Minded never experienced what it was like to actually come home. Although he could have regarded the orphanage as a big family, the orphans who shared his illness as brothers and sisters, and Marit as his grandmother, all this was his hypothesis after all, his extended family was not his real home, the orphans were not his brothers and sisters, and Marit was certainly not his grandmother.

He had never had the opportunity to experience what it was like to be in front of a true relative with whom he was related by blood. And he has always had a strong curiosity and yearning for this feeling.

He has always been full of envy for those who can say the word "home" lightly and put it into action as if nothing happened. And there are many, many such people, so many that they can surround him layer by layer, so much that they occupy the whole world, and he seems to have nothing to do with this world, isolated from this world, trapped by loneliness.

So when Sephia said that he wanted him to go home with her, he had the illusion that he could really go home in a trance, and at that moment, he even thought that if he only followed Sephia, he could end his lonely fate once and for all.

But soon he came to his senses and used his reason to overcome his illusions. However, he was still moved by Sephia's words.

Sefia noticed the complicated emotions on his face, thought that he had some concerns, showed a playful appearance, and said: "Mr. Knight, there is nothing to hesitate, although my home is small, it can still allow you to walk in and stay. And my parents, both of whom are still asleep, so they won't stop you from coming into my house. By the time they find you, you'll be in my house. With me, they won't drive you away! Come, let's go! You just treat my house as your home for the time being!"

"Yes, yes!" replied to Kersmuld, nodding vigorously.

Afterwards, Germund was led by Sephia through several alleys to her home.

Along the way, Sephia introduces her parents to Kersmed, a taciturn craftsman who seems to be only immersed in his work, and the wife of a lazy but gentle craftsman.

Grim listened in silence as Sefia spoke gentle words about her family, and looked at the happy look on her face, and felt her pride and happiness, which her family had bestowed upon her.

A fantasy popped into Kosmer's mind: it would be nice if Sephia could show others that same pride and happiness when she talked about me as she did about her family!

But Kosmerd shook his head, rejecting his own fantasies that he considered excessive.

After a few minutes, Sephia took Ekmerd to an ordinary-looking wooden house, then stopped and said to Kersmer, "This is my house, it's still early, the sun hasn't risen yet, my parents haven't gotten up yet, we'll go in later, take your steps soft, don't wake them." I don't have any extra room in my house, so I'll take you to my room first, where you won't be disturbed by any accidents and can take care of your wounds with peace of mind. ”

"Is that really appropriate?" asked Kersmord, a little embarrassed.

"The conditions are limited, please don't mind such an arrangement!" said Sefia with a slight frown.

"I mean, you don't mind if a man comes into your room?"

"Oh, Mr. Knight, of course I don't mind you, for I believe you are a man of integrity, kindness, and integrity!" replied Sefia, with a shy smile on her face.

"Well, then I'll just leave it to you. Embarrassed, Kersmod decided to accept Sephia's kindness.

After following Sephia into the slightly dilapidated wooden house, the first thing that happened to Kersmod was that his vision had darkened. This house is indeed small, but it is a small sparrow, with all kinds of household items, and it is reasonably furnished, tidy and tidy, and does not give people the slightest feeling of dirt.

Sefia led Sensed softly past one closed room and then to the door of another.

As Sephia walked into the room, Kersmed's heart beat faster and faster as he entered the room, as if his heart would leap out of his chest in the next moment, and even his breathing seemed to become difficult.

After all, what he was going to walk into was Sephia's room - Sephia was now a goddess-like existence in his eyes, and her room, of course, was like a holy heaven to him, and to walk into such a place that made him feel sacred, it would inevitably make his mood extremely nervous.

The room was small, but not dark, because there was a small window in the wall, and the white curtains were not closed, allowing light to shine in through a small window at will. Kersmoed's gaze swept over two wooden chairs, a bed covered with pink futon, and then drawn to a slightly raised copper plate on the bedside table. He knew that it was the mirror that the lady used to make up, an item he rarely saw, so he caught his attention.

"My room is small and not well lit, so I hope you don't mind!" Sefia chuckled softly.

"No, I think you're in a very nice room, it's big and bright compared to the one I've been in before!" said Kersmund in a low voice.

"The room you used to stay in? Oh, do you mean your room?"

"Sort of!" Kersmund didn't want to talk too much about his past with Sephia, so he immediately changed the subject, "Please bring me some gauze, bandages, and a basin of clean water, and I'm going to start working on my wounds." ”

After Sephia brought the items that Seefia needed, Korsmed sat down in a corner and began to treat his wounds with Sephia's help.

Fortunately, the wound caused by the dagger on the shoulder of Korsmod was not deep, and he endured the pain, and after pulling the dagger out, the bleeding quickly stopped. Sefia then carefully cleaned his wounds and bandaged him.

After tending to the wound, Kersmond leaned back against the wall and let out a long sigh of relief.