Saint

Chapter 39: Heritage (two)

Like most small towns in the west, it is monotonous. The businesses are mainly concentrated in the square in the center of the town. Except for the bars that are open all night, the gate has been closed, and there are no shops such as specialty stores. All the stores are part-time for several kinds of business, "horseshoe and car, and also sell dried meat and butter." by moonlight, Fulan carefully identified the signs in the shadow, turned around for the most part, and found a place in the eighth shop on the south side of the square. Wake up in the middle of the night, no one will be happy. "What's the matter?" the man in charge of the shop opened the door and was quite depressed. "I need an axle." "Oh, you found the right place. Please wait." the merchant closed the door again, and there was a sound of the key unlocking and the chain sliding on the ground. The shop is small, but the goods are complete. "What type of system?" "For the rear wheel, two meters." "I recommend this one." the businessman pointed to the rows of axles with different length inserted on the side of the wall and said, "it's copper cast, and the inside is hollow, so that the car can run faster, or take this elm, and the two ends are wrapped with iron tubes." Instead of making the businessmen waste their breath, Fulan bought a few packets of butter to make lubricants, "excuse me, is there any special glass equipment in the town?" Fulan wants to buy a set of experimental equipment for pharmacy, which he has left behind for a long time. The owner's reply obviously let him down. If ordinary glasses and bowls can still be bought, but the curved tube and distiller for research, even in Fedu, may not be complete. Master William's whole set is said to have been specially customized from Weiyou, the remote glass capital. The high-end glass making process is almost the highest secret in that city. To Weiyou? Fulan has no free time. But the book from the Sara black market auction has not yet got the clue. Finding an orc who knows those words is undoubtedly more difficult than buying glass equipment. Just like human society, the barbarians in the black continent are also the families of class and tribal leaders, who are qualified to learn their primitive culture. Fulan thought, "maybe I've found the entrance to a treasure house, but without a key, it's impossible to confirm that behind the door, there is wealth or desolate gravel." When there is a distance from the village, Fulan has a bad premonition. In the distance, a lot of dancing fire broke the chaos of the night. Just arrived at the entrance of the village, Bari, the head of the team, was wearing hair, and there was only a small jacket outside the pajamas. "It's gone... Hepburn is gone." she hesitated, as if the sky had collapsed. Many villagers, holding Songming torches, looked around the village, "madam, no one can be found." those who replied said that. Bari sobbed, and tears trickled down her cheeks. She kept saying sorry to Fulan. "Calm down, what happened?" It has been more than half an hour since Bari came back to her senses from her panic. Fulan knows the whole process of things from her disorderly words and other people's stories. Matilda opened her eyes. She had too much rest in the caravan during the day and could not suppress her strong energy. She moved out of the bed, opened the window, and looked out from the two floors. In the silent night, the gray building, there was a faint wind across, and the Sighing like rustling sound was quietly heard. In a flash, it gradually melted into the depth of the night. "Hepburn, sweetheart." Bari, who sleeps with her, bleats, "come here, don't get cold." "I can't sleep, waiting for Dad's gift." Matilda will crawl on the windowsill. "Put on the clothes." Bari got up, tired from the journey and not enough sleep, so that her muscles were sore and her neck was hard. "When she was old, her body began to be useless." she looked at the wooden wall with resentment, because of the humidity in spring, the mottled mould grew, "like a rotten wood." Bari put on the coat and Cape on the bench for Matilda. "Your mother, what kind of person is it?" carefully smoothing the wrinkles on the Cape. "Mom... I don't remember." Matilda shook his head a little absent-minded. When he was young, he lost his mother and was raised by his father with hardship. For some reason, he was separated and now he is reunited. In the head of the group, such tragicomedy scenes emerge. I didn't feel it when I was young, but my eyes were almost thirty-three years old. With the aging of the years, there was a little wrinkle in the corner of my eyes, which made the head of the group eager to have a home. As long as the other side can bring her a sense of stability, she can't be picky. Quasimodo, it's a good choice. But this man, always hiding in the mysterious fog, seems to be kind and easy-going, but no one can communicate with him. "What's your past like?" Bari looked at the girl, as if she was staring at her youth, thinking and thinking, until she was crazy. Night, always make people sad. Matilda suddenly put her head out of the window, "it's like dad's back." she cheered, ran out of the bedroom, and quickly ran down the small stairs. At the entrance of the village, someone was wandering on a horse, unable to see who it was. There was only a vague shadow. "Quasimodo?" Bari quickly pulled out a comb, trying to straighten her hair, and then went to meet her. But after a while, Matilda screamed in amazement. The head of the group who rushed downstairs only saw that there were at least three Knights gathered on the road at the entrance of the village and talked to each other. One of them was pulling the girl onto the mount. Matilda struggled, but her strength was not as strong as that of a man. "Come on, kidnap!" Bari shouted anxiously, and the voice startled the Knights. They threw something at the commander, and soon disappeared at the end of the road with the girl. "Let's go to the town and call the police? There's not even a security team in this shabby place." Bari said anxiously to Fulan. Fulan kneaded the small money bag in his hand, which was filled with Jin Caesar, which was thrown to the commander by the kidnapper. He took Mathilda and left his money bag. It can't be the rampant kidnappers. The other side seemed to imply: take the money and don't come to find the girl. "What are those people wearing?" "At a distance, the vision at night is not very good, but their horses are all pure white and well-trained, so they don't neigh like inferior horses when running." Lauren said that he was the one who rushed out of the house following the commander. Why do three Knights come to kidnap Matilda? Fulan believes that there will be no more than ten people in Byron who can recognize the real identity of the Paladin girl. And those people, mainly the bishops newly sent by Anno to the church branches, if they were, they would not do so at all. According to the style of the Vatican, it will be the whole establishment of the order surrounded by this small manor. Unless... The wrong person! But in the linnet, who is worth it? "What's Matilda wearing?" Fulan asked. "It's the same as during the day, but with an extra Cape." Bari recalled. "Cape?" Fulan thought of the girl's words when she was leaving -- "Paris just gave it to me..." That pair of hands without calluses, just like the delicate hands of a young lady, came to Fulan's mind. While Paris was sitting in the corner, she was very nervous. She put her hands on her knees uneasily, and her ten fingers were twisted together, and her joints were blue and white. She seemed to notice Fulan's eyes, and a very small voice murmured, "I... I think those people are coming to me." Paris's words were obviously beyond everyone's expectation. Bari, the head of the group, was surprised and covered her mouth. "God..." she didn't know what to say. The heavy sob broke through the defense line. Paris lowered her head and burst into tears, almost literally saying, "I know the money bag, the silver stripe, the brown background, and the badge of her father's family. That's the color." "Family?" Fulan is wondering. The money bag is well made and the material is also expensive. It seems that the kidnappers don't care, and they will be noticed by those who have a heart. "Well, the yellow background and white stripe of hutaohua, the emblem of the Darmark family." Paris smiled miserably, "a Baron family in the west of Byron, maybe in the eyes of big people, it's not worth mentioning, but in the eyes of my poor mother, the Baron is already a great master." It's a very simple ethical drama. In a noble manor, a young girl who is a maid has gone to bed with her master. Although the other side is an old man of sixty years old, the gorgeous clothes, exquisite diet and the envy of servants make the girl feel that the deep wrinkles on the old man's face are also smooth and beautiful. It's not a mistake. Everyone hopes to live a better life and work hard for it. It's just that she miscalculated her charm. Soon, the bored Baron Darmark dismissed her with a few small coins. And the girl, after a period of desperation, found that she was pregnant. No one can say that it's not clear that the flesh and blood in the stomach is the legacy of a certain man, whether it's the flowering of Baron's old tree or in the days of desperation and promiscuity. "Paris Dalmak." the girl gave the child the name. Like a madman, she announced to everyone that it was the blood of Baron. Since she was a child, Paris was not beautiful. There were many small white hemp spots on her cheekbones. The Baron didn't admit it, so that an ugly girl who didn't know the origin and didn't have the value of marriage with other families in the future could divide his family property. When Paris was four years old, the intolerable Baron drove her and her mother out of the manor.