Feljans, who liked such a lively place, took out his lute and cleared his throat: "Hello, distinguished gentlemen. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info" Some of the audience turned to look at him sideways, with a smile on their faces. "I wrote poems and composed music for the lords and noble women of the land. For example, chanting about a great war or singing the praises of the honorable virtues of a certain king...""his war!" "his king!" The tavern was booed as if he were trying to make things difficult for the embarrassed poet. Unhurried, Feljans said, "In the face of a more discerning audience, I sing about intoxicating wine." (That's pretty much it!)" As for the average audience, I sing about the eternal theme: love. As soon as Feljans finished speaking, his sweaty face flushed, the fire was blazing, and the intense light swept across his face and seeped into his fair skin, revealing his truly beautiful countenance. It was then that the drinkers realized that the young poet was so beautiful. "Sing, young man, you are so pretty, it must be good to sing!" the audience gave encouragement, and Feljans naturally reciprocated. He brought everyone a song "The Desire in the Heart", which was beautiful and moving, and some young people even left sad tears as proof of their broken love. The first shot is fired, and then it goes smoothly. Poem after poem tugged at the heartstrings, and the drinkers no longer spared the poor few dinars in their pockets. By the time the crowd dispersed, Feljans had already made enough money, and the price he paid was a clear voice. Exhausted, he ordered bread cream and soup and devoured it. After a full meal, the boss gave him a can of wine, and he was a little puzzled, "I didn't order wine." "The boss laughed heartily," said an old gentleman who said to buy a can of the best wine here for everyone who came here tonight. He gestured to the old man sitting nearby. The old man was dressed in aristocratic clothes, his hair was gray, but his waist was still strong and magnificent, as if he was born in a soldier, and his heroic arrogance was more than the arrogance of the nobles. His eyes were very reverent, but the sensitive poet also sensed a hint of guilt in them. The old man stared silently at the fire, the flames as if something was burning in his eyes. Feljans picked up the jug, walked across from the old man and bowed.

"I'm a cavalry officer for the lord here in Suno. My brother also served with me. But we fell in love with the same woman, a courtesan—a slut, who played with our jealousy, and my brother and I turned against each other. I once drank too much and he slapped me with his glove while I pulled out my sword at him... My brother, my sword is stained with the blood of my relatives!" Fatis tried to stay as calm as he could, but he couldn't control himself, and he cried again.

"Thank you for the wine. He said in a somewhat hoarse voice. The old man smiled and waved for him to sit down.

"The lad sings very well, but the accent is not like that of the locals. ”

"Thank you for the compliment, and I'll tell you that I'm from Laiwulun, a small village in the Rhodok mountains. ”

"Oh I know there, it's so close to Aaron, the busy harbour, the gurgling river, the fresh cheese and the famous wine. The old man sighed in admiration, and Feljans did not say anything when he saw this scene, but silently poured a sip of wine.

When the old man saw this, he only said that the young man missed his hometown, so he didn't say anything, but just asked him why he came here. Feuyance, a little drunk, spoke his ambitions, and recited aloud poems for the fallen heroes, and the old man was amazed by his literary brilliance, and blushed and said that it was the work of many friends. Saying this, Feljans stared at the old man's eyes, as if hesitating. The old man looked at him calmly, patiently and solemnly. Feljans finally asked, "Have you ever heard of this man, Le Honshiro, the nameless knight, the true hero?" the old man paused, and lowered his head, as if in deep memory.

"When I talked about him on the road, people said that my mother lied to me, and I didn't believe it. Feljans poured another glass of wine.

"Is your mother Jamila?" the old man still kept his head down, and his voice was very low, as if he was a little sad.

"Yes, sir, but you—" Feljans froze, and his glass stopped in his hand.

"She's not lying to you, kid. The old man looked up, his eyes filled with tears. "I'm Fatis. ”

"My mother told me. Saying that this is the nameless knight, the real hero, but does not tell me much more. Feljans said in anguish, but there was a moment of silence, followed by laughter. His face flushed, and he choked in his throat to speak. The crowd gradually suppressed their laughter, and boldly slipped their heads and joked: "A mother will tell her child about his father like this." This stung poor Feljans, who had never known his father, and whose mother had never spoken of him. Feljans drank a large glass of wine himself, choking on tears, but half of it was a reward for the painful memory. The crowd was taken aback for a while, and they were silent.

"Uncle Fattis, I have often heard my mother speak of you, and she says that you are the most pious knight! Feljanston put down his glass, and the unexpected joy made him tremble. He didn't say that Jamila didn't mention many comrades, because she knew too much right and wrong to distinguish between right and wrong, but she also knew that Fatis was never bothered by those rights and wrongs, his heart was firm, his will was tenacious, and he struggled hard against the curse of fate.

"Child, I have always been just a sinful mortal with blood on my hands. "The only true knight in my opinion is Reonshro. ”

"Then why are there so few people who know about him?"

"He was a man of the age of kings. ”

"That's even more unreasonable, then he should not be very far away from the present, he is a person of my mother and your time. ”

Fatis was silent for a moment, then raised his glass tremblingly, looked at Fellyans, and smiled bitterly.

"Your mother and I fought side by side for him. ”

It was as if Feljans had been struck by a thunderbolt.

It took him a long time to react and mutter, "Then why doesn't she want to talk to me?" Fatis drank a large glass of wine of his own, and watched as Ferjans' gaze finally returned to calm.

"Jamila may have always wanted to get rid of this regretful past. But who can really get rid of the distraction of memory, and how can time be gone?" said Fatis, patting the young poet on the shoulder. "Drink this wine, and I will tell you all the facts I know. ”

On the night of thirty years ago, it was also at the Suno Tavern, except that at that time Fatis was really just an ordinary cavalry officer. When Phartis entered the tavern, he trembled uncontrollably, and if you look into his eyes, you know why, his eyes are blank, often with fear, and he is enveloped in endless despair, and it is clear at a glance that only a man who is pious in heart but has committed a sin can be so miserable. He came to the tavern because he wanted wine, and used alcohol to dissipate the guilt and fear in his heart, and at the same time dilute his youth and life. However, years of solid faith and sober reason did not allow him to do so, for he knew that it was alcohol that caused the curse of fate to be inflicted on him, and that he wanted to atone for his sins, but how could he atone for his sins in such an age? In the present war-torn road, the blessings of St. Glendir's can not be seen anywhere, the kingdoms are constantly divided, the land is filled with the sorrows of the common people, the soil is repeatedly washed with blood, the people become numb in cannibalism, and countless unjust souls are scattered in all directions. He saw countless bones in the plains of Suno, and in the barren fields and burned villages, I don't know whether they were human or animals, they were left to fend for themselves. And himself, himself just now, under the influence of alcohol.

Fatis trembled even more, he choked and tried to hold back, but the snot and tears could not stop flowing, and he wiped them with his hands and sleeves, and the result was only more and more. The night outside was dark, and the low pressure seemed to be sinking, and this rich sense of sadness made him feel a chill. There was only one lone lamp left in the tavern, which could only illuminate a corner of the ceiling in a desolate way. I must be too cold, just drink some wine, drink some wine to warm up. The remnants of the bottles on the table had a great magical effect on Fatis. He seemed to pounce on the table, picked out the jar with the most residual wine, raised it to his mouth tremblingly, and put his tongue into it to feel the strong smell of wine, he smashed his mouth, shook the jar, and suddenly burst into laughter, almost crazy, and then smothered the wine in one breath, until his tongue sucked the last drop of wine, and then he patted the empty jar, and said to the boss with a grin, he wanted to wrap all the wine in the hotel, and the money was enough. The boss responded tremblingly, not daring to look up at him.

He felt a pat on the back, and with a smile on his face, he turned around sharply, only to see a pair of eyes, looking at him calmly and friendly, as if he had the strength to go straight to the bottom of his heart. Fatis was stunned, he had never seen such pure eyes except among children in troubled times, but this purity was different from the innocence of children, as if it had gone through a lot of refinement and reached the final state.

As if moved by this gaze, Fatis involuntarily muttered to himself, "What a failure I have... I'm so confused..."

"My friend, what has frustrated you so much. The voice he heard was calm and plain, and therefore had an extra majesty.

He felt himself helped to sit down on the table, and finally came to his senses and looked carefully at the person in front of him. The young man was about 20 years old, dressed in a Germanic helmet, chain armor and nomadic boots, tall and strong, but with a modest manner, not rude, and a full demeanor in a military uniform.

Fatis suddenly grabbed the young man's hand tightly: "I made a terrible mistake. If you don't mind being my penitential pastor, sir, I'll tell you everything. ”

"Say, poor man. The young man placed his hand lightly on Fathis's forehead, and Fatis felt as if he had been bountied, regained his courage and self-control, and began to recount his sins.