Chapter 10 Ideas for the Future
The rainwater flowed along the eaves to the ground, making a pattering sound.
When I was standing in the rain, the rain was getting heavier and heavier, but when Horn hid in the hunter's cabin, the late summer rain was getting lighter and lighter.
Take off the soaked linen robe, dry your body, put on the knight's comfortable blue and black brocade short robe, put on the black serge trousers, and Horn walked out from behind the curtain.
This hunter's cabin is about fifty square meters, with four-legged wooden beds and thick carpets on both sides. There is a fire pit in the middle, filled with ash and charcoal, emitting a dark red light.
Two axes, a skinning knife and two bows were hung on the wall. The wooden bed was covered with two layers of warm wolf skins, and a thick woolen carpet with a green sweet potato leaf pattern was placed beside the fire.
Judging from this pattern, it must be a large flesh and blood royal court Western product from across the sea.
Three white oil candles shone in a twisted shape, and Jeanne's white face was looming in the dim light.
It must be said that the recovery ability of the witch and the knight's breathing method is really incredible. In less than three hours, the injury on Jeanne's face has healed by half, at the cost of eating more rice crackers. and dried meat.
Now in the hunter's cabin where the knight lives, only Horn and Jeanne live.
Villagers still live in shacks outside or sleep under the eaves of wooden houses.
The villagers had no objections to Horn's occupation of the hunter's hut, and even thought it was natural. The Holy Grandson should have lived in the wooden house.
Who dares to be unconvinced?
Sitting cross-legged on the Western woolen rug opposite Jeanne, Horn strangely touched the red velvet rug embroidered with goldenrod on the side.
The decoration and comfort here are not something a hunter can afford. I feel greedy.
Jeanne had just dried her hair with a handkerchief, but it was still a little wet. She simply pricked it casually, let it hang down over her left shoulder, and draped it over her chest.
Without looking up at Jeanne, Horn reached out and picked up two books from the knight's oak box.
Among the gold coins that the knights broke out, apart from the soft gold and silver, the most valuable ones are these two books.
One is called "The Legend of the Rose of Rum" and the other is called "The French Collection". The former is a collection of palace love poems, and the latter is something similar to a dictionary, mainly explaining words, Verses, rhymes and common allusions.
Taken together, these two books are basically an introductory manual to knightly court poetry.
Now this is not a hundred years ago. Knights can rise to the top simply by fighting. They also need to have a background, be educated, and be able to accompany the arty earls by reciting poems and opposing them.
For knights, reciting poetry is a very important social skill.
The knights had to write love poems to impress the ladies and even the men of noble houses, so that they could use their bumps to gain power.
Originally, Horne wanted to rely on the knight's collection of books to gain a deeper understanding of the world. Unfortunately, the knight only had two books in his collection, which can only be said to be better than nothing.
Lowering his head, Horn flipped through the poetry collection with difficulty, not realizing that Jeanne was staring at him for a long time.
Her brain was about to smoke, but Jeanne just opened her mouth, not knowing what to say. After thinking for a long time, she slowly said:
"Thank you for today. If we meet again in the future, Don't worry about this kind of thing anymore. "
Uh-huh...
I saved you, and you're still not happy about it. Besides, is it because I want to save you? Once was saved by the original owner, and once was out of necessity.
Horn did not say this, he turned his head in the direction of Jeanne.
At this moment, Jeanne's face was red, and the ends of her hair were lightly golden. She did not look at Horn, but turned her face to the window, but from time to time she glanced at Horn with her peripheral vision and quickly looked back.
"You are a saint, I can't ignore you."
"How can I be called a saint? Alas, in short, don't worry about me anymore..." said At this point, Jeanne's voice became smaller and smaller, until it was as small as a mosquito, "Besides, I have done so many wrong things, and I deserve to be punished..."
What? Are you going to deal with me by using something that will reduce the environment?
"Are you apologizing to me?" Horn directly exposed Jeanne's thoughts.
"No, no, no, no." Jeanne ejected directly from the bed, her white face immediately turned into a red apple, "So and so, so and so apologized to you, I was just, angry, I was angry with those, those believers, they Lying to me, it’s not, it’s not...”
At the end of the sentence, Jeanne was discouraged and her voice became as thin as a mosquito.
Horn didn't pick up the fight. On the one hand, he really didn't want to have too much emotional involvement with Jeanne. On the other hand, he had to win over Jeanne, and the two couldn't really fall out.
He had to grasp this balance. He could not really have a relationship with her, but at the same time he had to make her obedient. In short, he had to keep her close or far away.
Hey, something doesn’t feel right. Where have I seen this scene before?
Just when Horn was thinking carefully about where this sense of déjà vu came from, he felt an icy cold touch on his neck.
That's Jeanne's hand.
At some point, Jeanne walked over from the other side of the fire bed, walked around behind Horn, and gently stroked Horn's neck with her fingers.
"Does your neck still hurt?" The firelight illuminated Jeanne's face, and her flushed face flickered. "It didn't hurt at first. Your hands are too rough and it hurts a little when you scrape." Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the bulging veins on Jeanne's arm. Horn quickly made up for it, "The new flesh is relatively tender, so it actually doesn't hurt anymore." .”
Jeanne's mouth smells like chamomile. She likes to collect these small white flowers and put them in the water when brushing her teeth, bathing and washing her hair, and they are all pickled.
"Don't get me wrong, this is just a hug between brother and sister. I have always regarded you as my brother." The aroma of chamomile blew from behind the ears to in front of the nose.
Her ears felt hot, and Jeanne felt as if her face was on fire. She put her arms through Horn's shoulders and pressed her face against Horn's back.
"I have the magical power given to me by Myrcella. You were the one protecting me in the past. Let me protect you as a knight in the future."
This, this is not right. Bar?
Only then did Horn come to his senses. I regard you as my sister, but you actually want to date me?
Feeling the softness on his back, Horn's brain started working again.
There is no place for Jeanne in his plans for the future.
Her risk as a witch is too high. Once exposed, not only will she be hunted by demon hunters, but the church will even invite winged angels to come down to earth to hunt her down.
According to Horn's original idea, with Jeanne as a "saint", his career as a scholar was in vain. When the flood receded, Qianhehe Valley could no longer stay due to his crime of impersonating the Holy Father.
He planned to first recruit a few reliable people from the refugees, then take away the knight's property and seek development with the Norns further east.
The church's control over Norn is not strong. With his level of knowledge, it would be easy to become a rich man in a free city.
If you advance, you can seek city councilors, but if you retreat, you can stabilize the manor owner. Isn’t it wonderful?
For Jeanne, Horn’s original intention was to find a secret party to send her there. The witch and the secret party are natural allies.
Especially the Joann Party, which has been active recently. I heard that its leader is a powerful witch and has always aimed at witches helping each other. They must be willing to protect Jeanne.
This is why Horn doesn't want to have too much to do with Jeanne. If you have a relationship and they have to rely on you, then there will be a big problem.
This is not possible!
Horn was about to refuse, but couldn't speak. If she refused directly, she would lose control and be in trouble.
After thinking for a while, Horn stood up suddenly and picked up the half-hand sword with the scabbard from the ground aside.
When Jeanne looked stunned, he turned around and put his hand and half sword on her shoulder.
"Okay." Horn's face was serious, "I have seen your piety and prowess. Since you want to be a knight, then, Jeanne Darc, in the name of the Holy Father, I canonize you as a knight. From now on, in the Thousand River Valley Within the scope, it is up to you to protect my safety. "
If Jeanna confesses, then this fragile balance will no longer exist. In this case, just cover it up with knighthood.
Jeanne was caught off guard. Under the candlelight, she numbly completed this extremely simple knighthood ceremony with Horne, and she became a Templar knight canonized by the Holy Father.
Jeanna didn’t react until the ceremony was over.
Looking at Horn who was humming and making the bed, she felt an inexplicable anger coming out of nowhere. She groaned, turned her back to Horn, and smashed her whole body onto the woolen carpet.
Seeing that the atmosphere was ruined by himself and Jeanne died, Horn slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air. He blew out the candle and lay down on the animal skin wooden bed.
"Horn, are you asleep?"
"No, what's wrong?" Horn regretted the words as he should have pretended to be asleep.
"Did you take the engagement letter that dad made before? I actually don't care about the engagement or not, I just miss dad."
"Speaking of this." Huo Huo En stared at the ceiling, "I almost forgot, when our father found someone to write the engagement letter, the hemp paper he used was of terrible quality and was so light that it seemed to have been left behind when he was beheaded. ”
In fact, I don’t know what is wrong with the papermaking technology in this world. The lower limit of the paper produced is extremely high. Good paper is extremely good, bad paper is extremely bad, and there is almost no middle value.
According to the description in "French Collection", since paper is related to knowledge, and the papermaking process is very technical, French often uses "papermaking" to describe the level of knowledge and technology.
After reviewing the contents of "French Collection" in his mind for a while, Horn continued: "I think, since the engagement letter is lost and you have become a knight again, how about we just make the engagement Forget it?"
Jean Na didn't respond and turned her head. Through the dim light outside the window, Horn could see the girl's rising and falling body and even breathing.
"Asleep? You were talking just now..." He yawned. Horn had had a thrilling day and was really tired. As soon as he closed his eyes, he immediately lost consciousness.
Except for being almost woken up twice by the cold wind blowing from nowhere, Horn's sleep was extremely sweet until dawn.
Happy New Year!
(End of this chapter)