readx; As the days passed, in the blink of an eye, it was the most difficult time in even such a cold winter. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Little Peter rubbed his hands together by the fireplace, his mouth snorting hot. He had just returned from the snow outside. When he first entered the room, he didn't even feel like his whole body belonged to him. So he hurried over to the burning fireplace, added some firewood to it, and sat down.

In a moment the temperature of the fireplace rose, and he laboriously took off the thick fur coat he was wearing, and lay down in his chair in complete relaxation.

Little Peter silently calculated in his heart that half a month had passed since Archbishop Bednar left. Still no information came back. The old man's body is dragging on day by day, and he doesn't know when he will be able to completely improve. He couldn't help but feel bored as he thought about it, sighed vigorously, shook his head, and tried to relax.

The old man was in a half-unconscious bed not far behind him. Eva had just handed over to William and was watching over him carefully.

Uncle William looked at little Peter as if he was not in high spirits, and had to ask without words: "How are you practicing with your Uncle Henry?"

Little Peter sighed, raised his head helplessly, and said sullenly, "That's it." Neither good nor bad. Eva is much better than me. William couldn't help but laugh when he heard Little Peter's frustrated tone. He clapped his hands lightly, thought for a long time, and then got up from his chair and walked over to little Peter.

William patted him on the shoulder, and said in a gentle tone, "You don't want to see how much older Eva is than you." Don't be so frustrated, practice well. ”

Little Peter nodded perfunctorily, as if he wasn't very interested. William shrugged his shoulders and didn't persuade again.

Little Peter turned his head to look at the old man who was sleeping in bed, and his eyes revealed that he was worried about what he was not sure about what Uncle William had said. Uncle William only listened quietly, occasionally shaking his head or replying a word. As he spoke, little Peter suddenly became emotional, and he slammed up from his chair and roared at Uncle William in front of him. William could only smile wryly and not say a word.

Little Peter took a few deep breaths and suppressed the feeling of restlessness in his chest. He cleared his throat and apologized to Uncle William.

William touched his head, a look of nostalgia and helplessness on his face and eyes. He slowly said to little Peter, "If I could, I wish time could stand still." Unfortunately, that's how life is. The things you wish for may not necessarily come, but the things you don't want to happen will basically come. So, promise me. Take care of yourself in the future. Don't be reckless, don't take risks, don't indulge and don't just find someone to fight for. We don't want you to live a vigorous life, how dashing, how wonderful. No matter what great deeds you have established, no matter what heroic deeds you have done, no matter what glorious dynasty you have created. It will all disappear like a flash in the pan. It's not as happy and real as living a plain, peaceful and stable life. ”

Little Peter listened attentively, and although he did not refute Uncle William's words, no one knew what he was thinking.

William sighed and nodded at him, turned and left the room.

Little Peter sat back in his chair in silence. He buried his head between his hands, which were just right to cover his face. A few fingers were inserted into a thick, shiny black hair.

He silently thought about what Uncle William had just said. I recalled the pictures in my memory.

There are funny things from my childhood, innocence from my childhood, and carefree from my childhood. In those pictures, he was always loved and cared for by the old man and Uncle William, and he always grew up carefree under their protection. In those pictures, they have always been to one place after another, and have seen the sights and attractions everywhere, as well as the bright and dark pictures of all human beings.

Little Peter was so obsessed with his own memories. He tried to suppress the urge to cry, tears rolling in his eyes.

The image in his mind continued. This time, the picture is on the screen, and the people in those memories are slowly becoming different. Uncle William and the old man are getting old day by day, while he himself is slowly growing up. Those pictures are more about the luxurious life, more about the quarrel between him and the old man about ideas, and more about his confused strolling through the streets and churches.

A crystal tear crossed his face and dripped down his hands and fell to the floor covered with a thick carpet. The tears were not directly absorbed by the carpet without even a ripple.

The footage continues. Little Peter suppressed his emotions and cried silently. These images are flipped and turned into a journey of escape. The news of Eva's life that was overheard in the tavern, the Eva he met after leaving the city, and the villain who came running later and forgot his name. The screen keeps flipping, and then it gets to Glamorgan and meets the barbarians. Arriving at the port, the Marquis Maria, Zoya, the Althorp estate, the gladiatorial arena of the city of Orbique, the chapel with its dense corpses in the deserted town, and the process of escaping from the ambush.

Uncle William suddenly appeared in the tent with a thick bandage wrapped around his chest. There were slaughtered cities along the way, corpses nailed to the walls with spears, and images of lions with their mouths wide open and roaring red with blood.

Finally, it stopped at the scene where Lancaster tilted his head and stared at him.

Little Peter shuddered, and he scrambled to his feet. He looked around in a panic and let out a sigh of relief.

He ignored Eva's surprised gaze and sat back in his chair. He pursed his lips tightly, and there was a determined look in his eyes. Little Peter bit his lip with his teeth so hard that blood gushed out at once. He swallowed a mouthful of saliva and said to himself, "I'm going to get stronger, get stronger." I swear, I'm going to get stronger. It must be, only by becoming stronger can I protect those who care for me, those who I love, and those innocent people who could have lived a happier and more happy life. So I'm going to get stronger, to be stronger. I swear I'm going to get stronger!"