Chapter 108 I am not a good Pope
In front of the messy footprints, Boillou stood up.
He looked at the river puddles and creeks crisscrossing in front of him, and fell into deep thought.
“Run away?” Boolo looked at Cleonte.
Cleonte was covered in mud and in a state of disarray. It looked like he had just been pulled out of a puddle or mud pit.
"They were smart enough to get rid of those old sick people, much faster than before." Cleonte complained.
"You haven't answered my question yet." Boolo still looked indifferent.
"They must have waded into the water and ran away. They did not take the main road. They probably entered the swamp." After shuddering, Cleonte immediately answered honestly, "Further forward is the monster infested area. They Dead."
Boolius shook his head: "Not necessarily, they have witches, or two. Monsters should not be a problem for them."
"Then let's continue. Chase?”
"No." Boolo rubbed his temples, "We have to hire some demon hunters to clear the way for us, otherwise it will be difficult for us to catch up."
"They are going to enter the Wild Spider Forest anyway, we are here Just wait, they can't get through the Wild Spider Forest and will come back sooner or later," Cleonte suggested.
“We can’t keep spending time with him here.” Boolio waved his hand impatiently, “These farmers are so good at running away. If I had known better, I should have abandoned you and traveled lightly. ”
Bioluo still thought about returning to Xiaochi City to participate in the grand event.
Different from inland areas like Qianhe River Valley, his family is located along the coast. The public farmers on the fiefdom are almost exhausted, and the price of food has been driven down by the smuggled food from the Flesh and Blood Royal Court.
Otherwise, why would you train so hard to join the command company?
Like the other knights, just practice riding combat and then rely on your reputation and communication in the arena to move up the ranks.
"We are mortals after all, how can we compare with the knight." Cleonte did not dare to be presumptuous in front of Boluo.
It is completely different from the unruly look in front of Berard.
"Your Excellency, look at this." An attendant knight suddenly came from the side and handed a ruler to Boillou.
After getting the ruler, Boolue looked up and down without knowing why.
“What’s wrong?”
“Sir, the material of this ruler is softwood unique to Kasha County, and the decoration is very similar to that made by Shelley City. Look at it. French."
By the light of day, Boillot read the text word for word: "Given to my student Madeleine."
"Your Excellency, this ruler is very beautiful now. Possibly from Brago Abbey in Shelley, it was recovered from a shorthair
If we can compare the handwriting, maybe we can determine which monk's handwriting it is. You have to know that Dean Juanno and Archbishop Constance are fighting fiercely now. "
Boillot's eyes lit up instantly. He thought for a long time and shouted towards Berard: "Berard! "
The distant voice seemed to come from outside the sky, and Berard still stood there blankly.
" Berard, what are you doing? "
"No, it's nothing. "Berard threw away the paper in his hand in a panic and hurried towards Boolo.
The piece of paper was fluttering in the evening wind, being carried forward by the wind and falling on the water.
It stretched out on the water, revealing its original appearance.
On the yellowed paper is a simple drawing of two adults holding the hand of a child.
The water slowly soaked the entire paper, from the edge to the middle, gradually blurring the painting on it, until the shape was no longer visible.
This simple piece of paper slowly moved forward with the current, and continued to float in the water.
Drifting past reeds and metasequoias, past water snakes and water spiders, I hung precariously on a branch inserted into the water.
A mud-covered shovel extended from its side into the stream.
Horn shook the shovel handle to wash away the mud that was blocking the shovel.
Standing up, he took the shovel and walked towards the hill again.
Yun Zhongxue on his waist also swayed with his body.
Yun Zhongxue's sword hilt has been replaced by the one given by Frick.
It is smaller than Horn's half-hand sword, and it looks so awkward when mounted on it. It is even more awkward when placed together with the sword blade exposed in the scabbard.
Arrived at the top of the small mound, Horn picked up the wine bottle on the ground, took a sip, then stepped on the edge of the shovel with his foot, stepping deeply into the soil.
Horn shoveled out the last shovelful of soil with both hands.
He inserted the shovel into the ground and stared blankly at the small pit in front of him, which was just big enough for one person to lie down.
"I feel like I can find a job as a tombkeeper in the future. After digging Danji's grave, I have to dig another one for you."
Sitting in front of the grave, Horn thought You will be sad, or like when Danji died, extremely angry.
But when he was really here, he was full of confusion.
The night wind howled, twisting between the metasequoia and pine trees, blowing up the hem of Horn's clothes.
Those words that he could not say to Frick and wanted to say in front of their tombstones were all blown away by the wind.
Sadness, anger, everything seemed to be gone.
He stared at the shallow pit in front of him, where only one person could lie down. He suddenly threw away the shovel in his hand, jumped into the pit, and lay down on his own.
It's so quiet, as if all the sounds and worries are gone, so peaceful.
With his ears pressed against the soil, surrounded by the tops of metasequoia trees, his eyes were filled with stars.
"Tell me, you guys, who are you looking for?" Horn looked at the starry sky in front of him, "You want to look for me, what am I? What do you think I am?"
The night was as silent as fog, hiding all sounds behind it.
“Danji, Frick, you see, I am just an ordinary person, and I am quite timid.”
“I am neither holy nor systematic, I am just An ordinary person with a little more knowledge in his mind."
No one responded, and Horn even wondered whether these words were spoken or just echoed in his mind.
“I just want to make up for the shortcomings, I am afraid of being hurt again.”
"To live my life again, I just want to be a selfish person." "Dangi, Frick... the things you entrusted to me, I might... I..."
Lying in the grave pit, Horn came to his lips, but couldn't say a word.
Isn't it just "I'm sorry I can't do it"?
Say it, say it quickly.
The starry sky in front of him became a little blurry, and something seemed to be stuck in his throat, making Horn's lips tremble.
Tell me, why can’t I say it for a long time?
“Brother?” A delicate face poked out from the edge of the tomb.
Horn immediately suppressed all those things that were and were not.
“What are you doing lying here?”
"You're tired, lie down and take a rest." Horn forced a smile.
Looking at Horn's face for a long time, Jeanne suddenly jumped into the grave.
“Give way.”
Squeezing Horn aside, Jeanne also lay down, filling the small tomb.
The two people stuck together tightly.
"Frick and the others are dead, right?" Jeanne asked after an unknown amount of time.
“Yes.”
“After walking for so long, it’s a pity that we are about to reach Castle Joan of Arc.”
Horn did not reply.
“Brother, you didn’t let anyone starve to death or die of illness.”
Still no reply, he just continued to look at the sky. He really wanted to say to Jeanne:
This shouldn't be what I did!
He should be a cold and cruel time traveler. He should abandon all the sick and old people. He should stop loving anyone and live only for himself.
We should be like those predecessors who traveled through time, quickly abandon these burdens, find a base, farm, develop, war, marry, join forces, and finally become the overlord of the continent!
When the time comes, come and avenge them.
When the time comes, I will marry a lot of wives.
When the time comes, you must be a ruthless king, sit in a magnificent palace, spend the day and night, and sleep with your bed in bed - this is the right thing!
This is...right, right?
Horn felt as if someone was stirring his brain with a high-power putty mixer, making it a mess.
Right?
Horn closed his eyes and frowned, as if he was having a nightmare.
Strong white arms wrapped around Horn's neck, and Jeanne breathed into Horn's ear with her moist breath.
“Brother, I think Mr. Frick must have left with a smile.”
“We Qianhe Valley people have nothing left, our dignity is gone, fairness is gone, and freedom is gone. , the only thing left is life and family."
"Master Frick cannot bear to lose his children for the third time."
Almost half a minute later, Horn slowly turned sideways: "Jean, let me hug you."
Jean opened her arms.
Like a baby, he curled up and buried his head into Jeanne's strong and reliable chest.
"I will stay with you as long as you want to stay here." Changing to a comfortable position, Jeanne put her mouth to the top of Horn's head and held Horn's head.
Starlight filled the grave pit, and Jeanne and Horn seemed to be asleep, motionless.
"Jean."
"Huh?"
"You have grown up during this period."
"Well, you have experienced so many things." The corner of his mouth said With a slight smile, Jeanne gently stroked the end of Horn's hair, "If you don't grow up, it won't make sense."
"...I'm not saying that."
As soon as he finished speaking, Horn knew it was not good.
He felt the soft arms surrounding his neck instantly become harder and hotter than red-hot steel.
"Okay! I'm ready to rest!"
Making a prompt decision, Horn pulled his head out of his arms, crawled away from Jeanne's embrace, and hugged her red body. Climbed out of the grave pit before.
Turn around and reach out to pull Jeana out of the grave pit. Horn patted the dirt on his body and stood in front of the tombstone again.
He stood for a long time before reaching out and gently touching the tombstone:
"Don't worry, I will try my best to send your children to Castle Joan safely, and I won't let them die in front of your paved road. On the way."
"The rest, I dare not promise."
"Sorry, I am not a good pope."
Throwed in his old sword hilt. In this shallow pit, Horn and Jeanne each shoveled back the soil and piled up a small earth bag.
Pat the grave bag firmly and insert the wooden tombstone in front of the bag.
Horn took two steps back to make sure it was not inserted crookedly, then followed Jeanne with numb legs and staggered away with the shovel in hand.
In the bright starlight, the words on the tombstone seemed to be shining.
“Here are buried the fathers and mothers of all Qianhe Valley people.”
ps It’s a bit late to get off work today, so I’m going to eat first, there will be two chapters later
(End of this chapter)