Saint

Chapter 29: stars (1)

Liming fort is a town about three hundred miles west of fedu. The reason why the name has the word "fort" in it comes from the large defensive castle built by the local lords. In the year of war and chaos, refugees and unemployed people gathered near the fort to enter the castle when they were in danger. The Lord won't let the refugees live in the castle for a long time. People near the castle gradually form a residential area, and businessmen and craftsmen slowly build houses and shops along the road. Over time, when peace comes, the size of the town is also beginning to take shape. This is also the origin of most of Byron's towns. The fiefdoms and manors directly governed by the nobility and the cities that pay taxes to the royal family and are designated by the royal family constitute the basis of Byron's society. The town and the Lord's fortress are just across a wide river. Because it is close to the sea and the river water is salty, the most eye-catching sign on the town is the well that draws fresh groundwater from each street. Decades ago, the Lord's castle was probably mighty and magnificent, but now, the wall of the pen has been covered with moss, and the wooden arrow buttress has been in disrepair for a long time. The fence gate with a few people high is estimated to have been rusty, and others can only get in and out from under the iron door and another small side door. The nobility who inherited the title has left such a rural area and sent people to collect taxes every year. Now it is not the age of knights under the command of the Prince of the State, the Lord summoned soldiers to fight under the royal flag. The military can only be controlled by the state. Outside the town, Fulan has been seen curiously by people. KRAZ Dyer pack horse is tall, but in the crotch of this giant, it is like a thin mule. On the giant's body, there was obviously a small circle of clothes, which made him both like a down and coming tramp and a funny clown. Fulan immediately pulled a tight neckline and decided to go to a tailor's shop after entering the town. It's hard to buy a garment that can be directly worn, such as his size. The suitcase was full of money, which made him not ready to change clothes. In the future, at least a few sets of clothes should be prepared to be replaced at any time, and a larger suitcase should be bought. The town didn't build walls. With a population of twenty thousand, the scale has been close to some small cities. Like Fedu, on the orderly slate roads, almost all the houses on the street have been changed into shops, commerce and trade, which has been the theme of this era. In some stores, high-end goods such as silk and tea can be seen, but the price is much higher than Fedu, but household goods such as pots and pans are much cheaper. Fulan passes through three cross roads, the closer to the town center, the more prosperous. Next to the police station, it is almost a court that shares a building with the former. Fulan looks at the usual Mutu statue in front of the court and prays silently. Half a block away is the simple chapel in the town. Fulan doesn't believe in God. When people need to be saved, where is the God? The tailor's shop is on another street. From the window, you can see exquisite samples and fashionable styles. Fulan pushes the door in, the shop is not big, and the ceiling is very low. Floor two is probably the owner's house. His appearance surprised the boss who was measuring the cloth with a ruler. However, seeing the clothes that didn't fit well, the boss immediately realized that the business was coming. "I need two sets of clothes." Fulan said, "it doesn't need to be too good. Ordinary cloth is enough." "OK, what style do you need?" the boss asked happily, such as the figure of this man, the cloth needed, equivalent to two deals. "Ordinary jacket and jacket, plus canvas pants." Fulan thought, "and a pair of shoes." He was wearing long boots. The elastic cowhide didn't make the boots meet with the same experience as the clothes, but there were several splits and the feet were strained. The boss measured the amount on behalf of Fulan with a tape and calculated, "a total of forty-six silver coins is needed." "Prepayment?" "Pay 1/3 in advance, take the clothes two days later, but the shoes take three days." "Can you hurry up?" Fulan asked. He didn't know that the Cardinal was staying here for a few days. "Pay ten more silver coins, I can hire a temporary tailor to catch up." Fulan will pay Qing in advance, and then ask, "is there any troupe coming to the town these days?" "Just arrived yesterday, it seems to be called red bird." the boss said, "turn left, pass two streets, there is a hotel, they live there." "Thank you." Fulan is a little strange. Chief Bari has been careful. Usually, she builds a camp beside the town. When can she live in a hotel. The hotel is very easy to find. The building with three floors is quite conspicuous in the town. On the thin iron sheet signboard, the name of "Gold-Plated Rose" is painted with paint. However, the flower garden in the courtyard on one side is not worthy of the name. There are no flowers, but some beets and green onions. The caravan of the troupe is parked by the wall on the right side of the hotel. The wooden door is half closed, it seems that someone is humming a ditty, and the quiet tone is passed out. Now it's not the market day that lasts for half a month every season in Liming fort. There are no people in the hall. Although the weather is still cold, for the purpose of saving money, there is no fire in the fireplace, and more than 10 oak tables are empty. In the corner, the head of Bari is drinking fruit wine, half lying on the table, picking the wine cup with her fingers, while vaguely humming the minor tune of her hometown. It seems that she is half drunk. "Chief, I'm sorry for being late for a few days." Fran pulled a chair and sat down opposite her. "Oh, it's Ka... Quasimodo." Bari rubbed her confused drunk eyes and said vaguely, "you... You're here." "The spring market day is coming, why don't you go through the formalities?" Fulan asked. It takes time to go to the town council, apply for space and set up tents. Three days later, it's market day. "It won't open." Bari giggles, "the troupe is going to break up." she stands up, takes money from her pocket, holds a gold Caesar, and looks at it carefully in front of her eyes. Then she staggers to Fulan's side and puts the money into his palm. "Your salary." the head of the group was not stable, and half relied on Fulan. "Enna was poached by the group. Xiandi saved enough money and didn't want to work. Pris was ill and burned badly. The troupe couldn't continue." The small tour troupe, which was already short of manpower, can no longer be maintained. "Ah, big man." the red haired Nicole just came down the stairs, "the commander has been drinking wine all morning, and he doesn't listen to any advice." "How is Paris?" "The fever has subsided." Nicole came to help Bari. The drunk woman was so heavy that the girl almost fell to the ground with her. "I'll come. What's the number of the room?" Fulan carried the chief on his shoulder. "The three rooms on the left side of the 2 floor are all." Nicole chuckled, "they are really outrageous. At the beginning, the commander took care of them, and now even the handyman has run away." "Don't blame them, do the tour, how many years can you eat?" Bari seems to feel uncomfortable, twisting on Fulan's shoulder, "little Nicole, you have to make your own way." "That's possible. It's a big deal that I find more guests in one night, and the cardinal can survive. Don't worry." Nicole said after. "Stupid." Bari struggles to lift her body, knocks her head, and is going up the stairs. This action almost makes Fulan's center of gravity unstable and unbalanced. "I want to set up a real tour troupe. One day, I can perform in the opera house in a big city." she smiled bitterly, and the bitterness of her mouth was like the saltiest sea water. "It's not a tour brothel." When drunk, he speaks truth. Little people also have little people's dreams. Open the door and put Bari on the bed. Fulan said to her, "I'll think about it." "Less... Comforting." because of the alcohol, Bari's cheeks were red, and she kept breathing sweet breath. She pulled Fulan's shirt, "ugly eight, where did you get the clothes? It's really ugly, it's almost off. Now you're still a skylark, you should pay attention to your taste and maintain the image of the troupe." The drunk woman is also unreasonable. Outside the door, Nicole saw that the head of the group was pulling the big man's clothes, but Fulan was crying and laughing. "Hum, I guess it's right. The two of them must have gossip." the red haired girl secretly closed the door, "I wish you all a happy life." she sniggers slyly.