Chapter 468: Helplessness (Part 2)
The New Year is the most important and grand festival in this world.
Starting from December 25th and until January 15th, it lasts for a total of 20 days.
During this period, the servants and soldiers who served the lord indirectly went home on holidays. The lord gave them bounties, food, clothes, wine and firewood to ensure that they had a happy New Year's Day.
Those servants who cannot go home because of work, or those servants and soldiers who live directly in the lord's villa, have to stay and serve the masters. They can get an extra piece of white bread, a plate of dishes, a bottle of ale every day, and go to the hall to roast the fire to keep warm and eat.
New Year's Day is here!
Whether noble, rich, or poor, the lowly people are immersed in joy.
Of course, generally speaking, the lord also has to entertain his vassals and representatives of the people. The banquet is luxurious and gives them New Year gifts, which makes their subordinates very grateful.
At night, people usually hold grand street carnival performances, and masked actors walk along the street to every household
Dancing, gambling.
The nobles in the city not only held a grand dinner party, drinking and having fun. The banquet was followed by a masquerade party, and they did not line up until late at night, knocking and leaving happily.
Of course, contributions and prayers to God are inevitable.
In the whole world, everyone is a subject of the kingdom, obeying the rule of the secular monarch, and also a people of God. Once a faithless person is discovered, he is sentenced to death, and his life and property are not guaranteed.
Therefore, even Romon had to go to the goddess of agriculture to pray and shower, and contribute a sum of money.
It was just afternoon that day, it was snowing. Although the snowflakes were not big, it also made the sky gray before leaving the temple. A piece of news shocked Romon.
"What? Last night, Owenna took a few servants to send troops to the devil-hit area privately?"
"Yes, sir, Owenna's parents, Sir Demerka and his wife, ask for your generous help." The attendant said respectfully.
Romon is now in the viscount, with a high position and a high position and a great power, which is different from being a baron.
"I got it, where are they now?"
"Sir, right in the carriage not far away," said the attendant.
Romon nodded, walked through the corridor and arrived at a remote place in the temple, and the carriage, the always neatly dressed Mrs. Sir Demerka. Today, even her clothes were messy, but what was even more chaotic was her mind. When she saw Romon, she rushed forward: "Sir, at the beginning, I didn't expect this to happen..."
Before she finished speaking, she started crying.
Romon looked at her quietly and asked, "How is the specific thing?"
"Sir, I had already told Owenna a few days ago, and her mother also persuaded her that your institution had visited and talked about matters, but..." Sir Daimerka was a little sad and ashamed: "This child said he wanted to control his destiny. Last night, he brought a few people to the magical area overnight."
This incident was also an act of unreputation for Romon, but when he saw his expression, Romon waved his hand: "Sir Demerka, you are my friend, and so is Owenna. I won't talk about the unreputation of honor."
As he said this, Romon felt a hint of melancholy. He smiled bitterly and said, "Anyway, there is no formal engagement, I will deal with this matter."
After concentrating on her mind for a moment, Romon said in a slightly short voice: "She has been rushing for a day and a half, and it should be very far away, but I can still catch up. I want to ask her about her choice."
Mrs. Sir Demerka stopped crying, but her face, with that maternal sorrow, was moved by it.
"Secondly, even if you want to go, you can't do this. I am now a viscount and have the right to temporarily establish a regular Knights. I will sign legal documents immediately so that I will not be able to become cannon fodder without the establishment." Romon was still very frank in front of Sir Demerka.
"Again, I will bring a batch of food, weapons, and supplies, which will have a huge effect in future wars."
"In the end, I will hand over the God of War badge to her. With this, she can get supplements through the God of War Temple in the war, and there are healing spells on the badge. Although it is only twice a day, it is enough to save her life." This is the glory obtained by the last time she contributed the sand table. With it, it is equivalent to a very high-level personnel of the God of War Church, who can receive a response at any time.
There was silence, and Sir Demerka followed and bowed deeply.
"No need to do this, I will quickly arrange supplies and legal documents. Fortunately, this place is not too far from my villa." Romon smiled self-deprecatingly and said, "Irvinga and I have been friends for several years. I didn't expect that she was so stubborn, so I can only wish her to successfully achieve her wish."
Female Knight?
It has to be said that women have inherent disadvantages on the road to knights, and this road must be full of ups and downs.
After saying that, Romon immediately ordered the carriage to return to the villa quickly.
When he arrived at the villa, Romon shouted.
Lightning came and fell.
Romon has reached level nine, and the lightning is also very powerful. Now his wings are spreading, and his wisdom is equivalent to a child of seven to eight years old.
Once Romon breaks through level 10 and reaches level 11, the wisdom of lightning can also reach the level of a ten-year-old child and be able to speak.
"Go, patrol the surrounding roads first, find Owenna for me, find it, come back and take me over." Romon said as he ordered.
Lightning tweeted and flew out.
Romon returned to the villa, took the parchment paper, wrote the order, and signed the seal and signature.
As for the supplies, I took a bag of gold, thought for a while, took another batch of holy water, and finally gave it a few tea bricks.
After everything was done, it was half an hour later. After waiting for a while, the lightning came back.
"Go!" Romon flipped over the lightning and soared into the air.
It is cold winter now, the weather is cold, and it is still snowing. Although the snowflakes are as white as jade, flying down, which is very beautiful, in the air, the cold current can freeze the human body, making Romon dare not speed up.
Even so, looking down from the sky, there are few pedestrians and carriages on the roads on the ground, and the buildings and the earth are hazy, as if they are a watercolor painting, constantly passing backwards.
Because he was carrying people, the speed was reduced by half. After an hour and a half, Romon finally heard the tweet of lightning, indicating that he was about to chase Owenna and his group.
Romon looked down and the roads on the ground and the forest were stained with snow.
A few rides were resting in a forest, setting up two tents.
In fact, a little further away, there is a small town, but they can't see clearly and don't know.
There were some fires in front of the tent.
At this time, Owenna was pondering in front of the fire.
After only one day and one night, I exposed my lack of preparation.
The tent is very simple, made of coarse sesame oil cloth, and can be barely kept in heat now, and the snow is isolated. If it is a little bigger, it will be hard to say.
A boot was heavily on him, diverting her mind. The one who came was Berg, the family warrior, who walked over with a pot of cereal porridge in his hand.
Owenna wrinkled her nose, feeling disgusted by the smell of the cereal porridge, and sighed helplessly.
However, since she had made up her mind, she would rather know the hardships than look back. The only thing she was upset was that she didn't bring enough money.
She brought five warriors herself. In the future, she would need money to eat, fight, repair armor, and heal, but her private money was only fifty gold coins.
If she had known the current situation, she would have stolen some of her father's money - this was life!
The clouds in the sky were gloomy, and snowflakes kept hitting Owenna's forehead. Owenna knelt down, inserted her sword to the ground, and prayed to it - this was the most basic prayer for the God of War.
At this moment, there was a sudden eagle roar in the sky, and several soldiers around them vigilantly held the hilt of the sword. The cold snowflakes mixed with the melted mist, adding a bit of solemnity.
But Owenna showed a strange expression, as if she was happy and angry.
The lightning pounced on it and landed on the ground. Then, Romon turned over and fell into lightning, and moved his body in a hurry.
If it weren't for the fire, he would have been frozen in the sky.
Several other warriors remained vigilant, but Berg knew him and hesitated for a moment. He stepped forward and saluted: "Miss Viscount Tatshaw, greet you."
Romon nodded at him and threw a bottle of wine. Berg hesitated and took it.
In front of the fire, Romon sighed and asked, "Irvinna, why are you leaving?"
"...You already have two wives, why do you want to marry me?" Owenna asked coldly.
"Don't you think this is my shared wish with you?" The fire realm is not as good as true fire. Romon felt his whole body warm. He raised his head and looked at Owenna: "Go back with me! Even if you become my wife, you can become a knight."
Romon's eyes were focused and concentrating. Compared to before, his temperament became much deeper and more serious, and he became more and more like a superior.
Owenna and Romon have known each other for several years and know their temper. Sometimes, such decisions are just a decision.
For ten minutes, the snowflakes kept falling, and Owenna stood quietly here in the woods among the snowflakes.
Then, Owenna looked back around and what she said had nothing to do with it at the beginning.
"…Sometimes, I feel that life is very similar to these snowflakes. Like snow, we are sent to this world by the wind of fate. Looking back on our way, there is no trace to visit."
"I do love you, but I can't stand sharing a few wives with you, letting my destiny wander like snowflakes. I used to want to control my destiny, but now I think so, I want to become a knight!"
"But, three years have passed, a year and a half have passed. Can you become a knight during this period? If time has passed, you will not be my wife." Romon said.
"...Ha, men are always so arrogant. I'll sing a song for you?" Owenna laughed and then, without waiting for an answer, she started singing.
"Is it snowing? Are you afraid of the cold?"
"Can a fire warm your hands, and a smile fill your home?"
"Do you want to hear me say something kind of heart?"
"What I love is my ideal you, and now it has become a fairy tale in my dreams."
"Give you a snowflake and leave my eternal concern."
Chapter completed!