His father approached Ruda after Rhine's death, hoping to punish the second master. Rueda asked why. The father said that the second master killed Rhine and was also involved in kidnapping himself and Wright.

Ruda laughed, "But the fact that he executed a villain who had been wanted for many years came to the relief of thousands of travelers and merchants." The merits and demerits are offset. Now he's doing things for me, and I hate it when people touch my men. You'd better not act rashly. ”

When my father was discussing with Wright. Wright had been listening to his father's displeasure with Ruda. Then Wright went straight to the point: "Do we have to punish him by the hand of that patrolman?" Some things are good to do, and they don't have to be said. But you've let Ruda know what you're thinking, and we'd better not do anything lately. ”

At first, my father found that Wright was particularly rational when analyzing others, but always seemed a little out of place when it came to himself; But these days, the successive encounters with death seem to have made Wright change, and even when it comes to topics that are closely related to himself, such as 'revenge against the second master', Wright seems calmer than ever.

This calmness made my father dissatisfied, "I'm just going to inform Ruda, if he doesn't give us a legitimate chance for revenge, we'll do it differently." If you don't do it lately, the robber will never be found again. Have you forgotten how Rhine died? When we were kidnapped, if it wasn't for Rhine, we might have died, you know? ”

"I remember. And I have an even greater reason to kill him than Rhine. ”

"Then what are you waiting for! Are you scared? ”

Wright's entire shoulders swelled: "Am I going to be afraid of him?" Did I ever look a little scared when we were trapped in that little carriage? Hasn't Rhine's death been made clear to you? Don't you still know how small you are? If one day we can fulfill our mission and become stronger. Then none of this is a problem, but if there is a strong man's ambition and behavior before he becomes a strong man, what will be the consequences of Rhine rushing over to block the galloping horse is a clear end! ”

"Are you saying Rhine's death was due to her own stupidity?" The father suddenly rushed over and grabbed Wright by the neck.

"I don't think so. After the good little girl had swallowed that drug, there was no one more qualified than God to govern her actions. She does everything impeccably. But are you willing to be the second Rhine? It's foolish to do meaningless acts of kindness before you become stronger, risking your own life, you have no idea how precious your life is. Only by surviving can we have a chance to become stronger. I've learned more than you during this time, and if the next time I'm stuck in a carriage, I'll hand over all the money, like the merchant couple selling sausages. ”

"Rhine is dead, and if we don't avenge her. Do those of us who survived because of her still know what shame is? Father roared.

"Rhine is dead, and if we lose ourselves again, it will be even more shameless. Because you could have saved more people in the future, but because of small kindness, you put yourself in danger prematurely, and you could lose your life at any time! There was an old man who taught me not to believe in the power of violence, and that it is useless for you to easily rely on your own flesh and blood. In order to protect the weak, including ourselves, we must refrain from doing anything out of the ordinary until the time comes. ”

"You don't understand, I've never believed in the power of violence. But I believe that in order to protect the weak, we must do the right thing. ”

Father let go of the hand around Wright's neck. He knew that Rhine's death had changed Wright and his principles.

Wright knew the misery of being a weakling, and he remembered the words of the veteran: "Violence doesn't solve problems." What he understands is that when there is not enough violence, the problem cannot be solved, and in order to solve the problem once and for all, he must lie dormant silently, waiting for the day when he becomes stronger.

My father experienced the pain of seeing the weak die but was powerless to save them. No one ever told him what to do, he could only figure it out and learn through his own observations. He just felt that it was a painful thing not to be able to save a weak person who was good to him. He wants to help others.

"I'm sorry," said my father, "I just felt like I should do something for Rhine." ”

"I know."

Then the two fell into a deep embarrassment. After all, they are people who have just met, and although they have experienced a lot together, when they understand each other's thoughts, they still fall into a strong sense of strangeness.

My father waited anxiously until the evening, and Ruda sent someone over to ask if he could go back to Suno with him. Wright looked at his father, worried that he would have trouble walking with Ruda, so he told the visitor on his father's behalf, asking Ruda to tell the tax collector and my grandfather about the situation, and that he and my father would come back later.

It was already early afternoon, and in the morning my father asked about Sagron. The old man didn't react at first, but after a while he said that he remembered, saying that this young man had gone to the city to make a living, and it was said that he had mixed well, and that he had come back during this time.

The father asked the old man if there was anything special about this man. The old man said, "Not really, but he doesn't come home often after he enters the city, and when he comes back, he only stays for a few days to leave some money and things for the family." ”

The father was a little confused, wondering why Kazak wanted to help such a young man himself, and in doubt, the father asked the old man, "Do you know why he came back this time?" Is it also to bring some money and food to the family? ”

The old man was a little embarrassed, and he stopped talking.

Wright sorted out a backpack on the side and said nonchalantly, "Old man, what's wrong?" ”

The old man was submissive, and some of them couldn't open their mouths. Wright came over and handed the bag to his father, saying that he had already packed it, then turned to the old man and said, "Uncle, my friend is a relative of the lord, but he is a guest. You know that the Swadias regard it as their virtue not to meddle in other people's affairs. Can you tell us a little bit about it? Maybe we can help, didn't the second master Dimitri also let you receive us thoughtfully? ”

The old man took off his hat, wiped his somewhat dull forehead with the palm of his hand, pursed his lips, swallowed his saliva, and said, "Yes, sir." Sagron's return this time may have something to do with what happened in the village, our lord ????"

In the following hour or so, the father learned of the absurdity of his second uncle, and Wright also felt that the lord was dizzy.

The old man told his father what was going on here in as much of a distancing tone as possible: "Yes, sir. Maybe the lord is planning for us, as he said, the wages over there are higher than ours, and running the farm is free. At the same time, it is said that the Nords will not directly intervene in the construction of farms, but will let the former Swadian government officials who remain in the area manage it, follow the Swadian customs in our land, and follow theirs in the Nord land. We can understand the good intentions of the lord, and if he asks you, you can tell him this: We understand him. However, we are really reluctant to give up our homeland, and it may be difficult for you to understand. If you spend ten years looking at this land, watching your crops and clothes grow here, watching your son born and your father buried here, watching the wheat sprout and sprout under your care, you will feel that there is no better place than this. We really didn't want to leave???"

The old man, who was depressed in his heart, finished his heartfelt words, and then hoped that his father and Wright would not tell the lord about these conversations. Father and Wright together promised that they wouldn't.

Wright whispered to his father, "If, as you said, Kazak told you to see Sagron, we might as well go and have a look." ”

The father thought it would be okay to go and see where Sagron was, so he asked the old man to lead them to see the man named Sagron.

The old man readily agreed, and the old man calculated in his heart: this young master from the White Dove Valley was probably going to ask Sagron about the lord's stupidity, so that once the matter reached the lord, he could put the responsibility for the leakage of the family scandal on Sagron.

It's already dark, and even in autumn, it's still hot. When the night fell, a hot air came out of the ground, but within an hour, a small south wind would blow away the heat with the aroma of wheat. All kinds of unknown insects screamed in the wheat field to be harvested, and the more they walked into the field, the more cool they felt. It was quiet, except for the sound of leather boots on the ground. Father remembered the wheat fields in the Valley of the White Dove, in which the wheat fields could not be stretched so endlessly, but could only be undulating with the terrain, and occasionally dotted with a lesson or two of beautiful birch trees, and the watchmen in the wheat fields were still quite beautiful on a summer afternoon. The sky was clean at night, and you could see the clouds, which moved slowly from star to star, like a lazy baby swaying in a cradle in a garden.

Between the wheat fields, there was a very sturdy house. Thick thatching is stacked on top of the house, onions, spinach and radishes are planted in front of and behind the house, and tall fruit trees are planted in the yard. What kind of wealth would this kind of people be if they were not plagued by all kinds of senseless disasters? Occasionally, there is a bright light from the windows in these rooms. The barking of the dog came faintly from the far end of the cottage, and it was like a distant sound from a dream.

The old man crossed room after room from memory, and then stopped in front of a room where the lights were all out. "This is it," said the old man. Then he went up and knocked on the door, and there was a slight noise in the room, but no one came to open it.

"Sagron, it's me." The old man called.

Wright took a look at the house, it was in the same style as the surrounding houses, but the roof was noticeably unkempt, and the thatch was thin and hard, and it was estimated that the rain would have to seep down.

"Strange, Sagron must be in the house. I heard someone move just now. Then the old man's face suddenly blushed with embarrassment, and he turned back and smiled at my father and Wright, suggesting that they might have disturbed Sagron's good deeds.

Wright and my father stared at each other with innocent, serious eyes, not knowing what the old man meant by suddenly turning back and smiling, and goosebumps rose as the old man looked at the two young men with his lewd smile.

At this time, a trembling female voice came from the room: "Come in." ”

Then the door opened, and the old man nodded at Wright and went in, followed by his father, who followed him. The old man looked around with interest as he entered the door, trying to find any clues: "Really, don't turn on the lights, hehe, what are you doing??? Ah?? Who are you?? This??" The old man exclaimed.