After breakfast, Mio hurried out of the house to borrow the ingredients to buy them, and after packing up the plates and stove, Linde picked up the wooden sword and trotted out to the backyard to begin his daily compulsory lessons—the tricks that Allen had taught. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Nina looked through the window for a short while, then went back to the chair in the inner bedroom and sewed clothes for the child in her womb by the light that came through the window. Between threads and threads, she couldn't help but think of Kenny again. O god Namu, please take care of him with a motherly eye, and with me, and with our children, and send him back in good condition. The sewing needles shuttled again, the sunlight gradually became harsh, and from outside the house came the cheering and gasping of Linde, and the cries of the hawkers, and the sound of blacksmiths striking iron.

She put down the sewing needle in her hand, and opened a slit in the blue linen curtains, and as she looked through the bustling streets, she saw Kuy the blacksmith pounding the pig iron by the fire, and with each swing, the hammer rubbed against the red-hot pig iron with many sparks. Kuy the Blacksmith was an honest native, about forty years old, not very tall, very stout, always dressed in black wool and leather, and most conspicuously the arms, as thick as a cow's neck, and the cottage he had rented to Miou for a fair price, and all the furnishings were at will.

She lifted the curtains a little more so that she could bask in the sun.

"Madame....." The door was gently pushed open, and the man who came in was little Linde, who was holding a cup, and his forehead was as hot as the cup. "Miogo asked me to pour you more of this medicinal soup, and he said that it is not only good for the wound on your hand, but also for the child in your womb. He put the cup on the table and wiped the sweat from his head with his sleeve, "I almost forgot, ha!"

Nina smiled softly at him. "Thank you, let's go and practice the sword. Linde nodded and ran out, the door gently closed. I wonder if Kenny's children and I will love swordsmanship as much as Linde. She imagined their unborn children, or, like Kenny, who loved to delve into formation. She remembers when she first entered Karta City, when Kenny was in his study studying the sand tables she couldn't read, as if it had just happened yesterday.

She took a sip from her cup and continued to sew her clothes with her head down. The light from the nearby fire danced on the walls, and the light and shadow seemed to be brought to life by the wind that crept through the cracks in the windows. She remembered that after Kenny's defeat, he crossed the North Bridge with Mike's Angolan cavalry, and after stepping into the New World, he led her and the cavalry all the way north, it was still winter, and the wind and snow blew mercilessly, as if they were going to swallow them up in the snowfield, until they passed through the first village, and the situation improved slightly.

It was the first time she had drunk hot soup since she had left the city of Karta, and the first time she had taken a hot bath, along with fresh fruit and a feather bed, and they had been there for a week. During this time, Mike would send out the cavalry almost every day to inquire about Kenny and Lawrence's whereabouts, but when she asked if there was good news for the day at dinner, he would always answer with silence.

Later, they left the village for a town further north, because the village was too small for travelers and merchants to visit, and Mike thought that the larger town would bring more news. In fact, on the night he arrived in town, Mike found a soothsayer in the tavern, a white-haired old man in a crow's feather robe, who claimed to be the most powerful soothsayer in Sumer.

The wizard told her and Mike that the person they were looking for had come to Sumer and was in some trouble, and that he could help them with their dreams, and of course, the price would be high. The two Angolans were naturally gullible in witchcraft, they spent almost all the money on them, and then .....

"That guy disappeared without a trace the next day, damn it!" she cursed softly as she threaded the needle. In a trance, a gust of wind blew through the crack of the window, and the fire crackled and swayed, and she suddenly felt that she should not be angry, but had to think about the child in her belly, so this image disappeared with the wind, and was lost in the orange-red light.

The smoke from the inferior firewood made her eyes ach and her head ache. She put down the sewing needle, wiped it with her crippled palm, and when she looked up again, she saw Xiao Linde wielding a wooden sword in the backyard, and seemed to be still at odds with the jujube tree.

After a few more moments, she felt her headache worsen. Since she became pregnant, the problem has haunted her like a demon, and she immediately rests her unfinished sweater and sewing needle on the table, closes the curtains, and walks back to the bed to take a nap. When she covered herself with the quilt and closed her eyes, the darkness covered her like a soft and familiar blanket.

At this moment, the story told to her by the clan elder a few years ago suddenly came to mind. On one occasion she asked the elders if there were many soothsayers on the other side of the River so that they could know what they wanted to ask without opening their mouths. "Perhaps," the elder twisted his waterfall-like white beard with his hands, "Before King Martin gave the order to expel the wizards, there were quite a few wizards in Black, but after the order was given, who knows where they went, maybe they didn't escape at all, and they were all burned alive in the square." ”

"What if there really is?"

"They do know what people think," the elder told her, "and there are some wizards among them, who can even send letters to people thousands of miles away through witchcraft," the elder smiled at her, "Little Nina, doesn't that sound amazing?"

When she slept, her mind was full of the wizard in the black crow's feather robes. The old man had almost all the money on them, and for this reason, Mike had to send people to the mountains and forests to hunt for a month to support the army. In the end, they even had to sell their beloved warhorse, and she wondered if the old man had brought a letter to Kenny.

When the dream came, she returned to Karta, where the beeswax scent of the palace was still familiar and solemn, and she saw Kenny discussing political affairs with Lawrence and Mike in the side hall, while Marven Jr. was standing behind him dozing.

Outside the hall, the night was so vivid, she looked at Karta under the stars, longing that she was really back here, she really longed-

Suddenly, a violent knock on the door made her ears prick up. After repeated confirmation, she knew it wasn't a dream. In the process of groping for clothes, she did not dare to make a sound, so she could only let the knock on the door get louder and louder. The backyard was dark, she didn't know how long she had been asleep, Mio didn't seem to have returned, and little Lind's whereabouts were unknown.

She trembled and got out of bed, opened the curtains, and saw five knights in sword and armor standing outside the door. With the curtains down, she pondered whether she should open the door or jump out of the window leading to the backyard.