"I just realized that your trouble-making skills are really top-notch. Fatis scratched his beard and said, "You were also responsible for the 'Journey to the Charr' caravan last time, right?"

“”

The cold wind pierced through the gaps in the wooden windows and stabbed at the two of them. James shrunk his head, then slipped into the covers. Fatis filled himself with a glass of warm water. Hold it in your hand and warm your palms.

The candle flame swayed in the wind, and the two of them were silent. In the middle of the night, Fatis yawned heavily, placed the glass on the wooden cabinet, and then stood up, as if he wanted to leave.

"Hey, Fatis!" James stopped him suddenly.

"Huh, what's wrong?" Fatis turned and asked, "My mission is complete, I'll leave if it's okay." ”

"Of course there is!" James smiled as he sat up and said, "Look, I'm on your team now." ”

"Hmm. Fatis replied undeniably.

"Since you have become a team, how can you not know the story of the team?"

Fatis raised an eyebrow, he knew what James meant.

"First of all, tell me your story. James looked excited: "If I need to, I'll tell you my story, how about it?"

"My story" Fatis scratched his head hesitantly, and finally, he decided to sit back in his chair: "My story is not as inspirational as Aragorn, are you sure you want to listen to it?"

"Of course. ”

Fatis nodded faintly, then was silent for a moment. It's like it's brewing.

"I was born at a time when the First Civil War had just ended. Finally, Fatis began his story: "My father survived that war. Then he took me and my mother to settle in Suno. We weren't very good there, but compared to my neighbors, it was fine, and I"

"Civil War?" James felt familiar, but couldn't remember for a moment.

"It's the war in which Swadia was divided into two parts, the North and the South! Who taught you this bad habit? The South Svadia that split is now Roctor. Fatis frowned and replied, "To subsidize the family." When I was seven years old, I was sent to work in a mill, and then I went out empty-handed in the morning and came home with bread in the evening. ”

"It's bitter, isn't it?" said James sympathetically, "I was seven years old, huh, what was I doing when I was seven years old?"

"Bitter?" Fatis suddenly laughed, "That's not bitterness! The miller, Sandimaan, was the greatest man I knew besides the captain. Honestly. The mill is more like my home than my parents' house. At least no one in the mill is worth me by the dinars I earn, and no one loves the dinars instead of my loved ones!"

“”

"Sandiman the miller treats me like his own son, and I have free time to work. He would always take a biography of a knight and read me the story of slaying the dragon. Or pick up a wooden sword and teach me how to protect myself I love that old man with a white beard, who was the only one who would teach me in my childhood. Looking back now, it was my happiest time. ”

"That Sandiman," James felt a sense of sadness in Fattis's tone, "what happened to him?"

"He's dead. ”

“”

"When I was thirteen years old, the Second Civil War broke out. Engels, the former king of knights, revived the war that year, but only for the sake of the majesty of the so-called 'orthodox Swadia'. Having just experienced the First Civil War, there was a shortage of soldiers. Engels forcibly conscripted the army over the age of fifteen. Men under sixty years old, must serve that turtle grandson, Sandiman was taken away, and my father was also taken away. I felt lost for a long time after that, so I joined the army. ”

"You were only thirteen then, how did you get into the army?" James wondered.

"I told him that I was fifteen years old, and I was taken away. ”

James felt that either the recruiter was blind or the recruiter was squeezed through the door.

"Very lucky. Fatis picked up the glass of water, took a sip, and then said slowly:

"I met Sandiman in the army. ”

"Another day has passed"

Fuel was largely depleted, and although firewood was saved as much as possible during the day, only a few dozen soldiers could heat the fire at night. In order to stabilize the feelings of the army, and with Harris's health recovering a little, Lorna canceled the heating of the cabin and sat with the soldiers by the fire in the camp for a cold night.

"Let's sit as close as you can, it's cold, get closer," said Fatis, rubbing his hands, throwing a potato into the fire.

Harespoye was thickly wrapped, and Fatis had asked Besture for the bag of liquor when he had found that the liquor could ward off the cold, and the Virgians were not very afraid of the cold with this thing. Lorna found that although this was a well-known son in the kingdom, he didn't seem to have much of a stand for the commoners, so she sat down with two warriors without saying anything.

"In this winter, everyone should try to stay awake and don't fall asleep, because it's so cold, you may not wake up the next day if you fall asleep. ”

"Yes, yes, if you have anything to eat, just put it in the fire and roast it, and let's talk. Fatis saw that the potato was almost ripe, forked it from the ashes with his sword, patted the dust on it, peeled it off, and took a bite.

The soldiers all started to barbecue their food and chat with the people around them. Lorna picked up a dried fruit and took a bite, it wasn't tasty, but it was filling. She suddenly felt that the soldier on her left always tried to keep a certain distance from her, and she looked up to see that it was a very young Virgian boy, probably not yet eighteen. Lorna vaguely noticed that he sometimes stole a glance at herself, but as soon as she lifted her face, the soldier would immediately turn her eyes away.

"Well, how old are you?" Lorna tried to talk to him, but the boy didn't seem to know she was talking to him.

The girl bumped him with her elbow.

"Ahhh He looked back at Lorna, nervous.

"It's nothing, I just want to talk to you" The girl was also frightened by his violent reaction, "Actually, I'm not that scary, right?"

The boy's face was flushed to the base of his ears. Lorna found that he was actually quite delicate, and he didn't even have a beard on his face, men like this are rare in Vekia, and the men in the snow field should have begun to show a warrior demeanor at his age, often with broad shoulders and round waists, and a beard on his face.

"Now don't be me the commander of the army, I'm a friend to each of you. "The girl tried to make her voice sound as approachable as possible.

“”

The boy still didn't speak. It's not so much that I don't want to say it, but I don't know how to speak.

"Can you tell me your name?"

"Jörm"

Lorna saw that his whole body was shivering, and thought he was too cold. And he took off his fur and put it on him. It was taken from the bear by the soldiers two days ago, and several hunter-born warriors who were good at making hides made it into a fur blanket, which was originally covered by the bedridden Harris, but just now the Virgians blushed and said that they were not afraid of the cold. Forcibly shoved it to Lorna.

"Thank you, thank you"

"How old are you?"

"Sixteen years old. ”

"I'm the same age," the girl sighed when he said this. "I'm not old enough to start a family, so why do I want to join the army?"

There was silence for a while, he kept his head down, and he didn't speak for a long time, and Lorna thought he didn't want to sue her, but at last he looked up:

"My parents were peasants from Serezk, and they had nine children, do you know what nine children mean for a family that is not wealthy?" The girl thought for a moment. Then he said:

"A heavy family burden?"

"Wrong, in fact nothing," a wry smile appeared on Jörm's face, a sad smile with a hint of self-deprecation. Lorna, who has been learning to observe words and colors for a long time, has a very profound image.

"Why?"

"Actually, I was the youngest child in the family, but it was only recently that my parents became aware of my existence, and my brothers were all recruited into the army for the previous wars with the Nords and the Swadias, and there was no news of them, and the war was like a hungry wolf, devouring nothing left of my eight elder brothers."

The girl stopped talking, just quietly looked at the boy beside her, looking at his lowered head, the firelight reflected a light on his face, but left more shadows.

"The other day, the local nobleman came to my father again and said that he must sacrifice another son for the sake of the holy war," and at this point, Jörm's eyes seemed to erupt with fire, "what a scene it was, my elderly father took off the longbow hanging on the wall at that time, and if he opened the bow, he would shoot that bastard with an arrow."

"What happened?"

"Hehe, that bow has been sitting for many years, the wood has rotted, and at the same time as my father pulled the bowstring, it broke off, and the nobleman looked at my father's hateful face and trembling goatee, and forgot to call his men to arrest them, and ran away in dismay."

"I know your father must be very sad," Lorna felt as if he was about to cry, and put her hand on his shoulder, "Born in such a time, there are many families like you"

The boy sighed, trying to hold his emotions steady, holding back the tears in the corners of his eyes to keep them from flowing.

"Although the old man never came to embarrass our family again, his purpose was achieved, I joined the army behind my parents' back, because I want revenge, I want to kill eight Swadia or Nords, my brother can't die in vain"

(To be continued......)