Since the reconciliation with the Kugits, my father has once again been left in a situation of idleness.

Those days saw temperatures drop to their lowest level in the year, and waking up every day was the most painful time. My father remembers his father telling him that in the deepest part of the Rudy Valley, there was a hot spring, and even in winter, the temperature was pleasant, and there was only one sanatorium around the hot spring, but it gradually developed into a small town, which was called Rudy's Hot Spring Town. The hot spring town has surpassed Rudy's prosperity, and the people there attribute their wealth to the protection of the hot spring gods, who hold a grand ceremony to thank them for the good income they have brought to the people in the past winter at the end of each winter.

Boat lights are made out of bark and ointment, and one night in January, hundreds of boats with small lights are left along the Lennon River on the edge of the hill town of Rudy. From afar, it looks like a meteor streaked across the field, quietly flowing down the river, known as the 'Shining Ribbon' at this time, and fishermen as far down as the shores of Djerkhala often see extinguished lightboats. The people of the hot spring town paid 15 dinars a to buy the boat, and at first people were skeptical, thinking that there would be no such good thing. When a certain farmer brought the small wooden boat to the hot spring town with the attitude of giving it a try, to his surprise, the people of the hot spring town immediately showed him fifteen golden dinars, and the farmer was so excited that he didn't know how to spend all the money. He stayed in the hot spring town, spending little by little money on taverns and women for more than a week. When the farmer returned home in despair, his family asked him, "Have you gotten the money?" The farmer spread out his hands and said, "No."

In fact, the farmer is just a microcosm, the genius of the hot spring town is that they are not stingy with the bonus, few people get the bonus and turn away, most people spend the money here cleanly, and there are even people who post it upside down. The generosity of the spa town has brought them even more generous rewards.

My father didn't feel so cold in the winter, after all, the cold in the White Pigeon Valley was much harsher than here. But Wright can't, he grew up living by the warm sea, and the clammy and cold weather in the mountains drove him crazy. After some discussion, they decided to take a trip to the hot spring town. When they rented a carriage at the car shop in the city, they were surprised to find that Brill and his party were there, and these Kugit were planning to relax and go to the hot spring town in the last winter of their parting. Father was very happy, but Wright still had an indifferent expression. At this point, Wright appears to be much more stable. When his father hated the Kugit to death, Wright's expression was the same, and when his father and the Kugit turned their rivalry into jade, Wright still had the same expression. But his father knew that Wright despised the Kugit people very much in his heart, except for a few heroes in the Kujits, Wright's original words were: "The Kugits are useless, as long as the empire reorganizes the Eastern Army, it is just around the corner to drive the Kugits back to the Zegaxi Pass or even to the side of the mountain." ”

My father couldn't help but think of a sentence from his philosophy teacher: "The basic characteristic of the aristocracy is to distance itself from the common people internally and from the barbarians externally." They themselves define the noble and the lowly, and they themselves annotate civilization and barbarism. Then they speak of their own characteristics as the universal principles of nobility and civilization, and the traditions of others as lowly and barbaric. ”

Father shrugged his shoulders, feeling in his heart that although what the teacher said was a little extreme, Wright was obviously more extreme at this time.

During the week of waiting for departure, my father handed over all his dirty laundry to a tailor shop outside the school, where they were pulped and ironed. He had to pay 30 copper plates for each garment and 20 for each pair of trousers. He asked the school worker for a large wicker basket, stuffed all his clothes inside, and carried it out of the school himself. This surprised the students from other countries, most of these nobles couldn't understand why a Swadian nobleman still did it himself, but this made the Rhodok students like it, the composition of the Rhodok students was not like the international students, almost all of them were from noble families, many of the Rhodok students were the children of merchants or lawyers, and these people hired servants to accompany them to study, and the chores were handled by themselves.

The father humbly accepted the praise of others, and then honestly admitted that he was actually very lazy, and that he had a little maid, but then he met with misfortune, and now he has no intention of adding another one.

My father always remembered that morning, when the coachmen arrived at the school before dawn to help them carry their simple luggage into the wagon. That morning's sky was like a piece of blue jade soaked in water, dim and slightly transparent. In the morning, the fresh air poured into the chest and lungs, and the wind blew the frozen wooden planks on the room. His father was wearing a woollen trench coat from Rhodoc, and when he was stamping his feet in the cold, he saw a piece of snow on the edge of the room squatting full of shivering sparrows, which was the first time he noticed the birds in winter, squatting together, and a Rhodok groom stood on the side, rubbed his hands, covered his mouth and sighed: "Sir, there is a proverb that 'the sky freezes and the blind sparrow does not die', but do you see it? These sparrows will not live until Sunday, and tomorrow or the next morning they will be frozen as hard as stone. You may have great ideals, but you should look around so you will know that poor people like these sparrows are everywhere, haha, I said too much, please get in the car. ”

Wright didn't listen to the driver too much and got into the car. The father looked at the little sparrows, exhaled a long puff of white mist, turned and climbed into the carriage.

There was a foul smell inside the carriage, and my father smelled the smell of rancid food and wine. In the dreary carriage, every minute and second here becomes more and more difficult. Father couldn't help but think of that trip a few months ago, and he looked at Wright to the side, who was sitting quietly with a cold glow on his forehead. My father knew that Wright didn't like the university and didn't like political science. Wright told him that what he wanted to do was to go to a military academy and then fulfill the old Wright's wish to revive the family.

In this regard, his father Billett seemed overwhelmed, he did not know what the future holds, and he did not have a clear purpose to drive him to achieve himself.

Two days after the car stopped and stopped, my father saw a stone town.

The town was small, with only one street along the riverbank, and on either side of the road were some very chic rooms, and the coachman tapped the carriages with the handle of his horsewhip: "Gentlemen, look at the smoking places on the hill on the left, which are hot springs." ”

Father and Wright looked through the car window at some of the stone platforms on the mountainside that were glittering in the winter sun. Even here, he could smell a faint smell of sulfur, a smell that reminded him of his grandfather's laboratory and of Jill. When his father thought of this, he couldn't help but worry about the missing Jill again, he only knew that Jill had a serious leg injury, and Jill had just run away from home, the weather was cold, and Jill was in a worrying situation.

Djerkhara was a warm southern metropolis, but every day in winter, one or two homeless people would freeze to death on the side of the road, and when he looked at these people, his father would pay special attention to them, so that he always had the illusion that Gil had pulled up his cloak and limped away when he came. After a long time, when I carefully read my father's notes, I realized that at that time my father had always suspected that Jill had also come to the warm south, after all, people usually go to warm places to escape the cold when the weather is cold. At that time, Uncle Gil's hair was already gray, and he stood in the wind of the North Sea with a slight emotional smile, and he touched my head: "On the contrary, I was not in the south at that time. If memory serves, my first winter was shivering from the cold in a bridge hole in the city of Wayezeji. Now I think about the winter in those years, I feel scared, it was so cold. If it weren't for such a harsh climate, many things wouldn't have happened. Every time Uncle Gil said this, he became very serious, "Creation makes people," he said.

When my father entered the hotel with his package on his back to register, there were already several people standing in front of him. While waiting, several Kugit people came out, and their car arrived for two hours, by which time they had settled down. When they saw my father, they came and invited him to their room, and he agreed. These men liked my father very much, because in most duels they were the winners, and so they always felt a sense of the winner's joy when they were with my father. In the past, if the Kujit appeared to be victors, or boasted of their bravery, their father would find an opportunity to beat them up, but now that they have been reconciled, although it feels unpleasant, it is like that. Father knows that it will be very tiring and tiring to care too much about other words and deeds, so it is better to bury your head and go your own way.

Wright was left to the krunts by the Kugit and felt uncomfortable. He felt embarrassed, and although he didn't think the friendship of the Kugits was very valuable, he didn't like the Kujiit being too overtly favoritism.

There were two more people registered at the front desk, a middle-aged man with gray hair, and next to him was a thin young man with a cloak and a shadow. The man's accent was immediately audible to my father: Su Nuo.

My father was surprised, he didn't expect to meet people from his hometown here.

The man said, "Sir, I have brought my child here to recuperate, please give us a sunny room." ”

"No, sir, Xiangyang's room has already been booked."

"Can I talk to him? I can compensate him for something. ”

"He hasn't come to register yet, so if he doesn't come before dinner in the evening, he'll be deemed to have given up the room. You can stay first, and if you can change rooms at night, I'll help you move your luggage over? ”

At this time, my father thought about it, and then walked over, "I'm Huo. Arcadio. ”

The boss asked, "Have you registered?" Can you please queue up? There are two other guests here. ”

"Uh... No, I asked the car dealer to book it for me a week ago, and I came from Djerkhala. Father reminded.

The boss flipped through the register, looked up his father's name, and after confirming his father's identity, the boss said: "Well, you came just in time, this gentleman is talking to you about changing houses, you can talk, I will listen to you." The boss cleverly pulled out of the small twists and turns.

The man turned his head and looked at his father. His father looked at him too, and he saw the blue eyes of the Svadians.

"Sir, you are a Suno man! I can hear your accent! Father said happily.

“··· This one doesn't really matter, young man. Are you willing to let out your room? I can compensate you for the cost of your accommodation and let you stay here for free until you leave, as long as you give me the house in the sun."

The middle-aged man's indifference to his father's compatriot love made his father very embarrassed, "Uh... No need, sir. I've heard that your child needs to recuperate, so you can stay in a sunny room, I don't care. After saying this, he suddenly remembered that Wright had come here for a trip because he was afraid of the cold, and he turned back to Wright and smiled awkwardly at him with regret.

Wright walked over and said slowly, "Sir, what is your child's disease?" ”

The middle-aged man took the room card, nodded to his father: "Thank you", and then turned to look at Wright: "This doesn't matter, does it?" ”

Father and Wright were almost outraged by the man's faux pas. It wasn't just a matter of no grace, the man was almost hostile to his father and Wright, and he had been polite when he had spoken to his boss before. Could it be that he, as a Swadian, hates the Swadians? The father didn't know, so he took the room card from the boss and led Wright upstairs angrily.

In fact, there are still many things he doesn't know, before the first king went to the south, this man was a land surveyor in southern Swadia, and when there were land disputes in various places, he carried an instrument over the mountains and mountains to check the amount of land. He came into contact with mostly peasants who toiled the land, and he knew their plight, being oppressed once by the lords of the north, and then by the local nobility, and at the same time facing floods, mudslides, and some vicious bandits. These living peasants aroused his deep sympathy, and when he walked through the golden wheat fields with his measuring instruments on his back, he always received a pot of water or a bowl of porridge from the kind farmer. He was more at ease in the countryside of Rhodok than in Swadia.

On one occasion, a lord wrote to the surveyor that a yeoman farmer had taken over more than two acres of his family's land by removing the boundary stone without permission, and asked him to approve it. Led by the surveyor, he came there. He quickly made measurements from the description in the file, and found that the farmer had not moved the boundary stone at all. The lord dug a hole in the farmer's land and claimed that this was where the boundary stone used to be. While he was measuring, the frightened farmer kept the straw hat in his hand, cautiously afraid that it would affect his measurement: "Sir, please measure fairly." I've always planted my land, I won't take other people's land, really, you have to trust me. ”

He told the surveyor the results that the farmer had not encroached. The surveyor didn't look at the data at all, and just threw the papers aside: "Sabo. Marion, you know, how you should write the measurements. ”

As the surveyor read the final result in the presence of the steward, and the farmer, Marion saw the farmer crying, and the farmer's feelings had long since dulled out the delicate feelings in his work. The farmer's crying was not contrived at all, it was just the bitter howl of a man desperate for fate. Marion has never been able to forget the expression of the farmer's wife wiping her tears and looking at him, it was blame, but more of a begging, that look became Marion's nightmare for many years. Crying of compassion and helplessness is often more powerful than a bitter rebuke.

Before the king brazenly marched south, news came, and a large number of northern officials retreated north, and Marion chose to stay. He took out his grandfather's crossbow machine from his family's warehouse, as well as a few tool-making notebooks, and went to Djerkhala. Years ago, Marion's ancestor, an engineer, had left the army tired of making killing machines. His craft was not discarded, and instead he made the finest measuring instruments and tools. But now, his greedy compatriots have forced him back on the bloody path of his ancestors.

The materials he brought were quickly digested by the skilled craftsmen of the Southern army, and less than half a year after he arrived in Djerkhala, the first king conquered the place with great vigor and burned it to the ground with a fire. Marion saw Djerkhara burning outside the city; I felt the coldness of the moon in the sky; I heard the happy singing of the Northern Fleet in the bay. He stirred the crossbow and shot an angry crossbow into the night.

The significance of this crossbow was significant, and the reason why the Nords were able to resist the Swadian counterattack was largely due to the fact that the Imperial North Sea Fleet did not play much of a role, and the decline of the North Sea Fleet was due to the fact that their General Tiha had his throat stabbed by this crossbow.

By that time, Marion had already joined an assassination group, Aoi, all of whom were excellent snipers and skilled craftsmen. They would carve a tiny sunflower into the end of each arrow. This is their love, a sniper must complete the mission in silence or meet death in silence, the only thing that remains unchanged is their burning love for the land and the people. "Silent love", in Rhodoc, is the flower language of "Aoi".

Over the years, the war ended and peace came. But the peasant woman's cry, but the thousands of peasants who had lost their light, but the blazing flames of Nadjalkara kept Marion awake at night. He did not like the northerners, and he had long regarded himself as a citizen of Rhodok. Just now, he saw two Swadians, which made him instinctively feel a wave of pleasure, but he couldn't express it. He glanced at his child and remembered where she came from. He remembered that it was time for Salander to invade, and that he and a few soldiers were patrolling the lines of communication when they received a plea call for help from the Rhodok farmers, who told him that a group of rebels was looting the village. As he went, he saw the light of the fire in the night, and in a trance he saw the sadness of Djerkhara many years ago. They passed a sunflower field under the moon, and he saw a baby wrapped in swaddling clothes on the edge of the sunflower field. Along the way, he had seen many babies abandoned on the road by desperate parents, and he knew that if he didn't take the baby away, he would starve to death in two days. He searched around, but there was no one, and the whole sunflower garden was deserted. There is no one here. He sighed, carried the little baby on his back, and left.

Thinking of this, he touched the head of the young man next to him: "Let's go, Aoi-chan"

He carried a large bag and went up to the guest room, and the man named Xiaokui followed behind.

Many years ago, on the edge of that sunflower garden, Marion had just left.

In the moonlight, Adeline held a handful of water in her two hands, and the water shone in the moonlight. Because she couldn't see the road and had to maintain the balance of the water in her hand, she could only walk over with the general direction: "My sister doesn't cry, my sister found the water, and she won't cry when she drinks the water." Hey, why didn't my sister cry? What about my sister? My sister is here. Younger sister? Sister! ”

Adeline shook, tripped over a rock, and fell to the ground. She cried and groped around, but couldn't find anything, "Where's my sister?!" ”

Not far away, the sound of horses' hooves came from far and near.

That's the future General Garcia.