The temple of Fallen Horse Town, the largest room in the secondary hall.

In the dim light, Cohen Sr. picked up his pen again and prepared to write a letter to the Bishop.

Unlike last time, this time it was rare, but it was not sensitive, and as a clergyman, it was his responsibility to report to the presiding temple.

And Catherine is a humble and polite good boy, as a real daughter of a powerful family, but there is no trace of domineering and obedience, he is willing to do his meager effort.

At least much better than the self-evident second lady at the branch office of the bank in the town.

Just as he was about to put pen to paper, Cohen Sr. suddenly stopped, patted his wrinkled forehead, and took out a box from a drawer, and in the box lay something strange-looking.

The thing has two long legs with corners, and at the middle of the junction are two circular frames, which correspond to the position of the two eyes.

And in the frame, there seems to be nothing, only the light flickering, reflecting layers of light.

That's a good thing, and the old Cohen, who has devoted his life to theology, hasn't used his awakening to strengthen any part of his body.

Even if it is a presiding priest, the body cannot withstand the erosion of time, and at this age, it is inevitable to be dazzled.

This little thing on the nose, but he asked someone to buy it from the imperial capital at a high price, and I heard that it was similar to the extraterrestrial civilization after seeing something similar, and built a factory here to imitate it, which was popular on the mainland back then.

Although the structure is simple, it solves the worries of countless people who are tormented by the deterioration of eye function like him.

The ordinary mass-produced version is naturally very cheap, but his pair is a specially tailored high-end product.

The temples are twisted from the third core of a tree endemic to the Ankara Mountains and soaked for 10 days with the sap of this tree.

The lenses are not ordinary glass, but pale blue crystal from the moonlight mines of the Western Mountains, polished by hand according to his degree.

The part of the temples hanging on the ears is also carefully wrapped with a layer of lamb's suede, which absorbs sweat and is soft.

The whole pair of glasses cost the old priest three months' salary, and it is by no means something that ordinary people can afford.

That is, as a veteran priest inside the temple, he has no family burden, and he really likes this little thing tightly, so he can find a way to get it.

Old Cohen was satisfied with the polished lenses of lamb's suede before he continued to write the letter.

Not to mention how Catherine spent 14 days on the train, with at least two train changes in between.

Matthew O. Snape, who was far away in the border fortress, was found by his lieutenant while he was stocking training supplies in the warehouse.

His face, which was still full of smiles, was instantly covered with frost, and his eyes stared coldly at the intercom in front of him.

The warriors who didn't know the situation on the side felt a biting chill, and unconsciously lowered their voices, lest they provoke the young knight.

Perhaps sensing his gaffe, Matthew forced himself to calm down, whispered a few words to the other side of the intercom, put down the receiver, turned around and strode away.

It wasn't Catherine herself, it was Uncle Campbell's butler who came with the news.

Poor Catherine was still confused and frightened, immersed in self-blame, and did not think that she needed to tell her husband the news as soon as possible.

Or subconsciously, she doesn't know how to face the other party at this time, even if she believes that the other party loves her deeply, she doesn't have the courage to tell the bad news in person.

Matthew went to the joint department to apply for a leave of absence in advance, and the recent calm ahead of the fortress also provided him with an opportunity to take an early vacation.

Andrew, the bearded co-captain, patted Matthew on the shoulder, and although he found that his work was more and more dependent on this brave and decisive young subordinate and relative, the key was a very good brain, he still readily approved Matthew's request, and said a few words of comfort.

After getting the official documents, Matthew simply packed a few clothes and boarded the train to the imperial capital accompanied by Adjutant Raven.

Fortunately, as an active-duty officer, there are still some privileges.

Instead of having to coordinate the days of fitting up a comfortable aristocratic carriage like Catherine, he casually squeezed into a military train that went straight to the imperial capital, where there were long compartments for officers, although the conditions were not too comfortable.

It wasn't until he boarded the train that Matthew had time to sort out his troubled thoughts, his reddish eyes and furrowed eyebrows, all revealing the anxiety and worry in his master's heart.

Compared to the child in the womb who has not yet met, Matthew is more worried about Catherine.

Although the wife has always been cheerful and strong, she is a woman and an expectant mother, and it is inevitable that she will lose control of her emotions when she is frightened during special periods.

Especially that part of the Zhiyu bloodline, the sensual name of the women of the Zhiyu tribe, like the exquisite beauty and gentle temperament, resounded throughout the continent.

Although Matthew was born into a noble family, he was disciplined by his father Brad from an early age in military discipline, which cultivated his confident and tenacious character.

After becoming a professional soldier, he has been tempered and defeated countless enemies and difficulties.

He believed that this was only a small test, and he would eventually overcome it.

Now he's just worried about Catherine, his wife.

One day in October 988 in the Xiaoyue calendar, the dusty Matthew got off the train on the outskirts of the imperial capital, and slowly drove into the gate of the imperial capital in his father-in-law's carriage.

Even if they are active officers, they are not stationed in wartime, and they cannot ride horses casually in the imperial capital.

For thousands of years, the tall and majestic walls have stood silently over the land, full of marks of slashing and chiseling and black-brown patches that cannot be washed away.

silently tells the exploits of countless soldiers who have fought bloodily to defend the imperial capital for thousands of years.

As he passed through the gates, Matthew involuntarily put his knees together, straightened his waist, and hammered his chest in honor to the warriors guarding the gates.

The imperial capital is still as bustling and crowded as it was when it left four years ago, and the huge stone-paved roads are wide, but they cannot withstand the shoulder to shoulder of pedestrians and carriages.

It took a long time for the carriage to slowly enter Councillor Smith's mansion.

The father-in-law was presumably busy in the council at the moment, and Matthew hurriedly greeted one of his mothers-in-law, Catherine's own mother, Helen, after entering the door, and went headlong into his wife's boudoir.

It didn't look the same as before, Matthew had been here a few times before getting married, and two of them were sneaked in the middle of the night.

If it weren't for his wife's response and his uncle's pretending to be stupid, I believe it would never have succeeded, and he would have been torn to pieces by his angry father-in-law.

Catherine sat on the soft couch in front of the window, her head bowed and she didn't know what to think, her hands rubbed slowly on the handkerchief, and there were wet marks on it, and she didn't look up even when she heard the door open.

The scene in front of him made Matthew's heart ache as if he had been stabbed by a scimitar from the prairie.

He rushed forward, hugged his wife tightly in his arms, and kissed greedily on the white blonde hair.

From now he realized that he had rarely seen his wife cry, and it was hard to imagine that Catherine, who always had a cheerful smile, would have such a weak side.

Catherine was startled by the figure and was about to struggle, but she smelled a familiar and friendly smell, even if it was a little loud at this time.

She reflexively threw herself into the other party's arms, her forehead pressed against the man's chest, her delicate little hands clenched into fists, and she hit them again and again, and the tears crossed her chin that had become a little sharp, and smashed on the carpet.

Matthew tensed his body slightly, allowing his wife to vent without resistance.

It wasn't until half an hour later, when his wife's movements slowed down, that she lowered her head and picked up her face, wiped away her tears with two thumbs along the corners of her eyes, and looked at it carefully with wide eyes, as if she couldn't get enough of it.

Unlike Catherine's worries, Matthew did not rush to ask about the child's condition, but only soothed her emotions softly.

She didn't know that her husband's worries and self-blame along the way were rarely related to the unborn child, but her, and it was all her.

For Matthew, his wife is pregnant, and while he is just as happy, he is a little unrealistic.

Now it was just a small embryo in his belly, and it still seemed a little strange to him.

And the haggard beauty in front of him is the root cause of his haunting dreams and worries, and he even blames this little life for ignorance of current affairs.

The difference between men and women creates different emotions of intimacy and estrangement, how can a man who is away from home understand the emotions accumulated by the mother and baby who depend on each other for several months and get along day and night.