Early the next morning. Little Peter got up from his bed early. He boiled a pot of hot water and began to wash up. After he washed his face white, he picked up the neatly stacked robe and put it on.

He straightened his clothes and went to a mirror in the room. I saw a twelve or thirteen-year-old boy reflected in the mirror.

The boy had black hair that could fall to his shoulders. A pair of amber eyes in the mirror requires a closer look to spot. Little Peter was surprised to find that he had grown a little taller. He looked at himself in the mirror, and his once thin body had become a very well-proportioned appearance. There aren't many muscles, but they look very distinct. The young man in the mirror has quietly grown from the small point in his impression to about one meter five or six reflected now.

Little Peter looked at the boy in the mirror and first pursed the corners of his lips, and then he secretly lowered his eyes and laughed. The mirror reflected a slightly flushed face. The delicate facial features crumpled together for some unknown reason, but they did not destroy the unique charm of the whole face.

Little Peter easily stopped smiling, and when he calmed down, he finally looked at the boy in the mirror. Turned and left the room.

Eva prepared breakfast early in the old man's room. The old man was laboriously taking small bites. She nodded when she saw Peter enter, handed over a cup of hot tea, and then chose Peter's favorite food from the breakfast next to him and served it to him.

Little Peter smiled, took the breakfast on the plate, and did not speak. He looked down at a few slices of white bread and an egg on his plate, surprised. He looked up at Eva.

As if she knew what he was thinking, Eva pointed to the white bread on the plate and said to him, "Well, this bread recipe is something I learned yesterday from the monks of the monastery. They generally eat this, and I think you'll definitely like it. Go try it. Eva urged little Peter to hurry up and eat.

Little Peter slowly picked up a slice of white bread and took a gentle bite. I just felt that it was fluffier and more delicious than all the bread I had eaten before. He couldn't help but smile satisfactorily at Eva.

Eva's smiling eyes were out of sight. Humming a brisk tune, she turned around and continued to prepare for the rest of the breakfast.

The old man finally eliminated the food in his mouth. He breathed a sigh of relief and smiled at little Peter, "You are really blessed. You don't know what this bread is called. ”

Little Peter was stunned and shook his head, indicating that he didn't know. The old man didn't care, he already knew that the other party couldn't know. He said a name with a look of nostalgia: "Pendermaine." Little Peter blinked in confusion when he heard the name, and looked puzzled.

The old man raised a hand and reluctantly pointed at him, coughing before saying, "I haven't eaten it for a long time." I ate a slice just now, and Eva is still talented in cooking. It's not as good as the monks in the Holy See, but it's the first time it's been a delicacy. It will get better and better in the future. As for why it is called this name, it is very simple, it is usually eaten by the high lords and monks in the Holy See. So it means refined, holy bread. ”

Little Peter raised his eyebrows at the old man and continued to look down to eliminate the breakfast on the plate. As soon as he had finished eating, Uncle William and Uncle Henry walked in together.

The two of them thanked Eva for her arrival, then picked up the breakfast they had prepared and ate it. Compared with Uncle Henry's rough style of gobbling up, Uncle William seems to be much more slow and educated.

Henry swallowed his breakfast early, and he rolled his eyes and laughed at William's slow appearance. William didn't pay any attention to him, just bowed his head and ate his share. When he finally finished his breakfast, he handed the plate to Eva, who was standing aside to clean up. Then he shrugged his shoulders at Henry, his hands spread out with an expression of indifference.

The old man couldn't help but think of those memories as he watched the interaction between the two of them, and he looked at everything around him with a smile. There was no sound to spoil this rare time of peace, peace and warmth.

Archbishop Bednar probably knows when they're done with breakfast. Eva had just finished cleaning the plates when he walked in slowly.

The old man looked at the other party and raised his eyebrows, and his eyes slowly overflowed with a smile. Archbishop Bednar greeted everyone with a smile, he found a chair and sat down and asked Eva for a cup of coffee before explaining: "When people are old, they don't have good energy, so they can only rely on these coffees to refresh themselves." ”

The old man nodded approvingly. Archbishop Bednar and the others were quiet before he said to the old man seriously: "I already know your intentions. However, I hope you can understand that the Holy See is now a very difficult time, and it is impossible and cannot afford any more friction and contradictions with the Krent Empire. So I hope you will be able to keep your identity a secret when you enter the monastery. ”

After listening to Archbishop Bednar's words, the old man held out a hand and waved it, indicating that these were not major problems.

Archbishop Bednar let out a sigh of relief, he looked at little Peter, then turned to the old man and said, "Because of your health, I think you can live here first." I will leave a monk skilled in medicine to take care of you. I hope you can understand that I have a lot to deal with after all, and it is impossible to stay here for a long time. Also, I'll report your situation to the adult when I go back, and I think the adult might come over himself. Rest assured. ”

The old man nodded and said, "Thank you." ”

Archbishop Bednar waved his hand again and again, saying that this was all to be done, and there was no need to thank him. Before leaving, he looked at little Peter and Eva for a moment and reminded: "Since you two must pay attention to the monastery, then if you have time, you can ask the monk I left behind." Cromwell Abbey, for all its fame, is also a complex place. I hope you are mentally prepared. ”

Little Peter and Eva nodded quickly, and said seriously that they would be ready. Archbishop Bednar smiled with satisfaction and left the room.

A short time later a monk knocked on the door and entered. He first carefully examined the old man's body, and then frowned and pondered. He thought about it for a long time, shaking his head from time to time, muttering something in his mouth. After a long time, he said something to William and Little Peter that should be taken care of, and the monk who prescribed a prescription shook his head and said, "There is no need. ”

Uncle William's face suddenly became serious. He looked at the other party earnestly and asked word by word. The monk just shook his head and said nothing.

The old man coughed a few times and interrupted William's questioning. He slowly lay down on the bed with Eva's support. After the violent rise and fall of his chest calmed down, he used all his strength to speak softly, "Okay, don't ask. Don't worry, you can't die for the time being. With that, his blank eyes looked at little Peter blankly, and his hands tightened the blanket that covered him.

Little Peter smiled and nodded, but there were no tears to cry out.