The Bachelor's Tower is filled with books. ()

Books in all kinds of languages and all kinds of covers. It seems that this bachelor is working on translating the books of Salander and Creelians into Swadia and Berk. I've seen both of them, but I can't read them at all. The ink inside the inkwell had dried, and the Copernicus had been gone for some time. It doesn't matter, as soon as the war between the Nords and the Creelians is over, I will go to him as soon as possible.

It took me most of the afternoon to calm down, and all sorts of thoughts came flooding my head. I sometimes can't tell which thoughts are my memories and which are delusional to me. Every once in a while the hostess would come and look after me, and put a towel on my forehead, or give me a bowl of hot tea--- a tea made in the Creelian way, and the whole tea looked as red as blood, with that extremely expensive sugar cube added to it.

Whenever I wanted to talk, the hostess would come and keep me company. This woman doesn't look young anymore, but I know she must have been very beautiful when she was younger. She would talk to me about the city of Suno, about the Svadia plains, about my father. But every time I asked her how she knew my father, she cleverly avoided the question, saying that she had met my father on the Suno's plains, and that she didn't want to mention anything else. She said that there were six affiliated cities scattered throughout the plain, and that the population of Suno City itself was more than 30,000, while most of the remaining cities exceeded 10,000, and that there were countless villages and small towns in the vast wilderness of Suno. That's the case. I don't believe it too much, because I don't know how Svadia can feed such a large population, although Suno is the granary, but I know. Since many years ago, there has been a war there, at least on the frontier, and it is impossible to be so rich. The hostess also said that Palauvon is the pearl of the continent, the only city with a population of more than 70,000 people, and the whole city stinks. But some of the mansions and courtyards are home to year-round balls and performances, markets with merchants and entertainers from all over the world, and even a giant flower that can be burned.

"Isn't it the kind that explodes in the sky, like a giant piece of wood exploding sparks in the sky?" I asked her.

At this time, the Nord stone hit the upper level of the Bachelor's Tower, and the Bachelor's maid screamed. We gathered all the food we could in the kitchen and hurried to the basement.

After sitting down, she looked at me with a surprised expression, "I didn't expect that. You know this kind of stuff too. We call it fireworks, and it's ridiculously expensive, but everybody loves it. ”

"I was a little impressed," I said to her, "I remember that there were people in the woods who set off fireworks like this, as if there were a thousand more suns in the sky. ”

She probably thinks I'm exaggerating. So just a slight smile, "no one would waste such valuables in the forest".

I noticed that the maid of the Bachelor was afraid of me, and kept looking at my broken eyes. This made me a little ashamed of myself, and I also felt resentment in my heart.

"The Nords did it," I said after a moment of silence, and then I spoke of my eyes, "and the Nords blinded me while escaping from a mine. ”

"You don't have to mention it," said the hostess, "and she held out her hand. Touching my wounded eyes as if they were my relatives, "It's pitiful." ”

"Are you my relative?" I took the liberty of asking her, "What distant relatives of my family?" ”

She laughed heartily, then shook her head and stopped smiling. At this moment, I felt that she was actually much younger than I looked, "I will never be your relative." In fact, we can't exist in the same family. ”

"Oh," I didn't think much of the regret it expressed, "but I want to know more about my family." ”

"My husband went looking for them, child." The hostess kept looking at me, as if to see something in my face, "and I found nothing." The plague has cut off almost all communications, and if you want to investigate your family, I'm afraid, you'll need to go back to Svadia and see for yourself. ”

"How could my family provoke the Emperor?"

"Every nobleman hates the emperor. Some of them are pretending to flatter him, some are united against him, and your father is not on either side. ”

"But since my father did not oppose him, why did the Emperor have to kill him?"

The hostess, attracted by the tremor of the tower, looked up for a moment, then she turned her head to look at me, "Do you think that the father just doesn't join in either way?" No, he was against both groups at the same time. ”

"This'''." I don't know what to say, I'm not going to provoke a lion at the same time as a wolf, "Is my father stupid?" ”

"Stupid," she nodded, "but great at the same time." ”

She told me about the views of the pioneers and some of the scholars who called for the suppression of the tyranny of the aristocracy, which did not appeal to me at all, and I think the hostess had caught my emotions keenly, and digressed from the subject.

I don't know if I had let her down, but for a long time she stopped talking, but whispered a few words of comfort to the maid when she panicked, and when I opened my mouth again to ask more about it, she politely told me to go and rest for a while, for we had to be busy in the evening.

There was no sunlight in the basement and I don't know what time it was. Every once in a while, the hostess would take up her skirt and walk up the stairs to change a lit candle. When I woke up in the middle of me, there was a violent knock on the door, and the Creelian soldiers were instructing the citizens to take refuge in the monastery of the Old City, where there was a strong jǐng guardhouse, strong enough to withstand all the stone bullets. The maid cowered in fear, and the hostess held out a finger to keep us silent. The Creelic soldiers knocked on the door for a moment and left, stone bullets hitting buildings around us every few moments. Next door to ours, a stone bullet flew through a window into the third floor of the house, killing a mathematician. This made the scholar the only one who died this time. We also heard the wind howling, which sounded very strange, not like the natural sea breeze, which I later learned. It was the Nords, enraged by the resistance of the residents, who set fire to three blocks of the new town. Among them was a large mosque in which none of the residents who prayed and took refuge survived. Later, the Nords built a Nordic town on top of the ruins, which seemed out of place with the rest of the area, and the Nords built a tall inner wall and renovated the Creelian temple into a church. At the same time, the gift of land attracted the Nords and Vecchians to settle there, which led to a steady stream of North Sea migrants, which was the painful beginning of the Creel's domination by the Nord conquerors.

The hostess stood patiently on the side of the last candle while it was still half-broken, and when the flame of the candle fluttered, she blew it out. The only source of light in the entire basement was lost, and it was pitch black, and she quickly lit a lantern and motioned for us to follow her. We walked to the bookshelf in the basement, and the hostess asked me to push it open with the maid. Behind the bookshelves. It's a stone wall. Under the command of the hostess, I inserted a piece of iron into the top stone brick, and easily knocked this brick, and after the first brick was removed, the rest of the work was much easier. The bricks were not glued together with mud, but were neatly stacked. As more bricks are removed, the job becomes simpler. It took us less than an hour to tear down half of the wall. Behind the wall is a wooden door with a carved phrase from the prophet Salander. When I pushed the wooden door open, a warm gas with the smell of ** poured into the basement.

The hostess put the lantern out of the stone wall, lit it with a wooden stick, and threw it outside. We waited here for more than half an hour, and when the hostess threw the sticks for the fourth time, she finally nodded and motioned for us to move forward. The maid hurriedly jumped through the doorway, followed by me. I reached out and helped the hostess down the doorway.

The cave is bottomless and looks like a starless and moonless sky. The hostess lit a long strip of cloth that stretched into the basement, burning extremely slowly, but emitting a strange smell. The hostess didn't give us any explanation. and led us forward. There are stone pillars like spear tips all around, and there are some pale dead branches on the ground, and I don't know when they stayed here. The maid grabbed me by the shoulders and walked with me. This Creelian woman was no more than twenty years old, but she was as strong as a bucket like a middle-aged Creelian woman. She kept shaking as we moved forward.

The skeleton of a dead dog caused the maid to scream. Her voice echoed over and over again in this hollow place, which made me more aware of the depth of the cavern: it could hold almost the entire Valan barracks.

We are walking under water, and if a man is standing in our path, I will not know where he is until the tip of our nose touches the tip of our nose. I was also upset by the hostess's lantern, which allowed us to be seen clearly, while we were ignorant of what was going on. Where are we going?

It didn't take long for me to understand, because I heard the roar of cháo water. But our gaze has become accustomed to the strong light of the horse lantern, and it is completely impossible to catch the light coming from the cave in the distance. All I knew was that we were going down in a circle, and I tried to make sure I had a sense of direction, but I lost it completely after a few turns. We are descending, how high is the fortress built in the old city? Did we go around a corner? Who discovered this cave? In ancient times, was it true that a noble person of the Zen people also escaped from here?

The sound of running water could be heard in the distance.

But at the same time, I heard a slight cough, and after that, the voice was muffled, but the cave was so quiet that I could still feel someone whispering and talking.

I walked over to the hostess, "The person you arranged?" ”

"A boatman." She replied.

"There's more than one person there." I speak out my judgment.

The mistress glanced at me in the glimmer of light, her eyes dazzling beyond description, neither Mycera nor Della so beautiful. Being stared at by such eyes made me feel uncomfortable, and I only dared to turn my head to listen to the sound in the distance.

After a moment of silence, the hostess extinguished the lantern. The maid cried as soon as she left, and reached out and held me tightly.

To avoid her continuing to make sounds. I covered her mouth. We waited five or six minutes for our vision to return. Soon after, we confirmed that in the direction of the left hand, there was a faint blue sè. We decided to walk over quietly. The gentle wind is like a gentle hand. Step by step, the air became salty and fresh, and I became more and more nervous.

"Did you hear that?" A man's voice suddenly appeared, extremely close to us.

"They're definitely lost, but they'll definitely come over." Another person said, "Haha, I hear a crying." I'll make her cry a little bit louder later. ”

"That must be cool," the third voice came, and my mood was at the bottom, and I couldn't defend against the attacks of three men at the same time. "The last time I was here three times with the fisherman's daughter, you know, when she cried out, the whole cave was her voice, and it came into my ears from all directions, and my eyes couldn't see anything. It felt like I was being stuffed under her. ”

"You mean you're a thing?" The first man said with a smile. "Tut, as soon as you say it, I'm almost dying. Come on, be quiet, and our baby will come down soon. ”

"Okay, okay." Said the man who the fisherman's daughter. "What about this old man? Getting in the way. ”

"Throw it into the sea. Shut up, you idiot. Hold on to it. ”

I felt that they were only forty or fifty feet away from us, no more than a few stone pillars separated from us, and behind them was the exit of the cave, and there was no way to avoid it. I carefully took off my shoes and walked over to the hostess, ready to ask her to take them off as well, to soften the sound, but by the glimmer I found that she was barefoot. I'm looking outside.

"What are you doing here?" She asked me.

"It's fine."

Now we have at least a slight advantage, they have their backs to the hole, looking at us in the direction of the pitch black, and the sound of the sea cháo affects their hearing, which is our advantage. Pity. If we can't subdue all three, this advantage is useless. I can sneak up on them, stab one or two, and get stabbed to death by them, that's not the way to do it.

"We must hurry," said the hostess, "and there is no time." ”

Don't have time? Rushing to death?

She didn't explain to me, "Little soldier, you hide on the left, I'm on the right." Then she turned back to the maid and said, "When we are hiding, you open your voice and shout, you know?" ”

"Mistress," the maid shook like a tree in the wind, "I don't dare." ”

"This is our only chance to live." The hostess disappeared into the darkness.

I also hid behind the stone pillar on the left.

After I don't know how long, the hostess's whispered voice came, "Hey" hey." ”

The maid was silent for a moment.

But in the next moment, the maid seemed to break down and began to cry.

The voices of several men over there erupted after a moment of silence, "Haha, my little darling, are you broken?" "Let's come here."

The footsteps of the three men roared through the cavern, and as they passed us, the wind almost blew the hair on the tip of my forehead.

I didn't have time to think about it, I almost shouted with the loudest voice I could, "Victor the Valan! ”

My dagger stabbed a man, and I heard the man's howl in the wind, and as I was about to draw my dagger, the man I stabbed writhed and fell to the ground, taking my sword with him. I immediately judged the position of the next person, rushed over and grabbed his legs, knocking him to the ground, the man screamed, and hit me in the nose with a sour punch, and the blood burned with my anger, "Victor the Valan! "I touched his face and pulled my fingers into his eyes, and then I reached out and bit his nose, and his snort blew on the tip of my mouth, and blood splattered all over my face as my teeth cut into his flesh, and when I looked up, I had half of his nose in my mouth.

Afterward, I was kicked away by a man and hit a stone pillar, and my stomach twisted into a ball like a squeezed pocket. Then, I got a lot of kicks.

"This devil 'Oh my God, what did you do,'' it was the one who slept with the fisherman's daughter, and I reached out and grabbed one of his kicks, and with a thud, he drew his weapon.

I'm done. I felt my scalp tingling, I was defenseless at close range, and it was instinctive horror to hear someone draw a weapon.

Then he screamed hoarsely, and fell to the ground with a bang, coughing for a while, and then I found out that he was coughing up blood, and that he was stuck in the mistress's dagger.

In the darkness, there were only gasps and cries.

Then the mistress's face appeared in the light of the lantern.

She looked at me with an extremely complicated expression, and I felt blood all over my face.

"Oh my God, how could you be his son?"

There was a violent tremor in the cavern, and something exploded above our heads.