In the past few days, the light rain has been pouring incessantly, and the small village has been shrouded in a fine web woven by the Father. The farmers grinned and giggled at the fact that with so much rain, I really hope for a good harvest this year.

A small group of knights broke the peace of Illinois by stepping into the morning light, and the two knights led by them hid their armor under a rain-proof cloak, but their coats of arms were different, one was a black double-headed eagle on a gold background, and the other was a silver eagle on a red background, just like the other knights.

A few children who had just woken up stared at the heavily armed knight with wide eyes, while their parents hurried forward to pull their fingered children forward, and the whole village could not afford the wrath of the moody knight. Lildra made a stop gesture, leaned down, and asked the shabby-clad peasant woman, "Is this Illinoci? I'm looking for a girl named Vivien." ”

The shivering peasant woman pointed in a direction, and Lildra nodded in acknowledgment and looked there. What a homely home away from home. He muttered like this, jumped off his horse, and walked to the mud house, which seemed to collapse at any moment, while the peasant woman behind him showed a look of intent.

Nobody cared about her.

The Viscount frowned and looked at this thing that could not be called a house, he stood in front of what should have been a door, but the reality was only a few straw mats to shelter from the wind, hesitated, dispelled the idea of knocking on the door, and directly lifted the shabby but still clean straw mat.

The view from the room was good, and compared to most of the medieval rural houses that the viscount had touched, it was as clean as if it were a place of God's favor. And in the center of the house, a girl with a rusty waist knife looked at him with a blank face.

But when she noticed the knight's valuable equipment, her original indifferent expression changed slightly. In a village with almost no contact with the outside world, the sudden appearance of such a big man is not a good thing.

My name is Owen Lillera, Viscount. The knight introduced his name, but the rest of the words were difficult to blurt out, and he had to be awkwardly silent, allowing the peasant girl named Vivien to stare at him with her dark green eyes. Vivien smiled, and she seemed to calmly pour water for the uninvited guest, but her trembling hands and splashed wet clothes showed that the girl's heart was not as calm as she appeared. As she handed the water to the knight, she asked, as if by accident, "Are you from Rothdorf?" The bowl of clear water was released before the knight could take it, and the rain that had been sprinkled on the earth soon merged with the land that nurtured civilization, and was like the blood of Vivien's brother John, which was poured on the icy frontier. The knight hurriedly picked up the fallen girl, and the youthful body was pressed against the cold armor without a trace of ambiguous ripples. Vivien's hands rested naturally on the knight's arms, and the corners of her mouth turned into a wry smile, but she held back the tears that swirled in her eyes: "I knew it would be like this. ”

With that, she fainted.

Illinois has never been so lively.

The villagers, who usually only gather together during the New Year's holidays, gathered around Vivien's house and discussed the situation inside.

"Is Vivien the one who has a crush on that old man? Vivien is the prettiest girl in our village. "I heard that no, the village chief is also inside, and just now it was said that John died in Rothdorf. This lord is John's chief. "John is dead, what is going to happen to Vivien, poor boy?"

The chatter outside the room reached the house intermittently, and Vivien slept quietly on the spotlessly clean bed. "John always sent something back, and with everyone's help, life always went on. The old village chief sighed, "Poor John, he is a good boy, and so is Vivien. Vivien had been in poor health, and John wouldn't have gone out on adventures if it weren't for the death of their parents. ”

"It's all my fault. A voice came.

Vivien woke up. She struggled to prop herself up, looking at the viscount and the old village chief. "Don't blame your child, it's all the Father's arrangement. The old village chief could only comfort.

The Viscount took out the gift, which was John's last wish and his only reason for coming to Illinois: "This was given to me by your brother before he died." He fought valiantly and killed several infidels. ”

Vivien took it, and little by little, she unpacked it, and a pair of earrings appeared in front of her.

"This is the most exquisite gift I have ever seen. The viscount thought silently in his heart, and then he pulled the old village chief out of the house. Behind them, the girl couldn't cry.

"I'll leave a sum of money, five gold coins for the construction of the village, and the rest for Vivien. To be fair, I'll send a knight to stay here, but he's a foreigner and needs you to teach him the lingua franca. ”

After leaving behind enough gold to last Vivien for the rest of her life, the Viscount returned to his journey. And the head of the Polish noble knight with a slight Eastern European English followed him.

"If you keep doing this, you're going to go bankrupt, my lord. The nobleman named Yelinsky laughed, "Fortunately, we don't have any relatives in this world, so you have saved a lot of money for this." The viscount gave him a blank look: "I would rather you live." ”

"That girl can't keep her money without the knight you arranged to protect her, and greed is our original sin. Yelinsky pointed to the sky, "This is the will of God." ”

"Hopefully the enemy on the battlefield will also be in the mood to discuss this with you, my dear Yelinsky, and tell the lads that we need to speed up. ”

Adam Verchochova was scratching his head impatiently, the young and handsome Polish nobleman could not understand the old man in front of him, he only knew that his mission was to protect the maiden named Vivian in the broken house.

The girl was still crying.

It was an unfortunate day, and the knight who longed for glory on the battlefield was not a nanny. Adam grinned into the room where the sobs began to get low.

The girl looked at him with red eyes.

The old village chief followed, and he stepped forward to say a few words to Vivien. Although Adam didn't know what they meant, according to the previous lord's arrangement, he took out the bag of gold coins, counted five and handed them to the old village chief, and put the rest at Vivien's bedside.

"Adam. He pointed to himself and said his name. The girl wiped her eyes and responded politely, "Vivien." ”

The old village chief patted Vivian's bedside: "Vivian, you are responsible for teaching this foreign knight lord the lingua franca until the viscount came back before." ”

The girl nodded, her eyes returning to the pair of earrings, she clenched them tightly, tears streaming down her cheeks. The old village chief sighed and left, leaving only the helpless Poles.