After the heavy snowfall of the Months of Demons, the Redwater River became the only passable road in the entire Western Region.
Compared with the small sailboat they had boarded before, the "Lionheart" was much more spacious and could accommodate a simple kitchen. Even while sailing, they could still eat hot food.
His bedroom was naturally the Duke's separate room, located at the stern of the ship, similar to the poop of a ship. Through the window, he could see the constantly flowing river and the floating ice floes from time to time.
"My Lord, the egg soup you ordered," the Knight said as he brought the earthen pot and porcelain bowl to his room.
"Thank you for your hard work," Pérot nodded. "You should also sit down and have a bowl to warm up."
Since His Royal Highness had taken all the Knight of the other four families to Border Town and informed them that they would not be redeemed, the first thing the nobles did was to send the families of the Knight to Border Town as well. The vacated land was either used to recruit a new Knight or to simply take it for themselves.
Only the Honeysuckle Family did not suffer too many losses in this war. Instead, by acting as the representative of Longsong Stronghold, they rapidly grew stronger and now steadily surpassed the four families. They also had a relatively complete Knight team. Seth, the Knight, was a member of the team. Although he was not as well-known as The Light Of Dawn, he could still be regarded as one of the more outstanding young Knight.
"Yes," he smiled, opened the lid of the earthen pot, and poured the soup for Pérot. "But... My Lord, is it really okay for you to do this?"
"You mean the witches?"
"Well, although the church was burned, it's not difficult to build another one. The church will return to the Western Region one day. As long as you put all the blame on Prince Roland, they won't be able to say anything. But you saved a witch in front of the public, and even arrested a believer of the church... "The knight hesitated," This is tantamount to openly opposing the church. "
"Since it's not difficult to build another one, why is that place still in ruins?" Pérot blew on the fragrant egg soup. "The church will not return to the Western Region."
Seth blinked, as if he didn't quite believe this conclusion.
When the heat of the egg soup subsided, he took a small sip and exhaled a puff of white air in satisfaction. "As a manager, the most important thing is to understand the true intentions of the person in charge. His Highness had implemented education in Longsong Stronghold, used the recruits trained in Border Town, and staged an obvious drama. It was obvious that he wanted to weaken the influence of the Church to a minimum. Since I became the manager of the Fortress because of His Highness, I naturally have to manage the Fortress according to his wishes. If I can't even see this, I'm afraid he will immediately replace me with someone else. " Pérot shrugged. "It's a piece of cake to stop the church from being rebuilt. The stonemasons and carpenters should have been warned. Even if some believers want to build their own, the Rats will stop them from working."
"But the Church …"
"Since His Royal Highness has done so, it means that he is not afraid of the Church's revenge at all, or he has the confidence to keep the Church out. If they are able to step into the Western Region again, it can only mean that His Royal Highness has failed. If he fails, I won't be able to sit on the main seat of the fortress anymore. You should understand this. "
"Do you think that Prince Roland can defeat the army of the Church?" Seth asked in surprise.
"Who knows?" Pérot smiled and shook his head. "A year ago, I'm afraid no one thought that he could resist the Duke Of Ryan's Knight Regiment." He stood up and picked up the jar. "I'll go check on that little girl. She might be hungry."
…
The girl's name was Paper.
There was no doubt that only a street child would use such a casual name.
Since she had boarded the ship, she had stayed in the cabin below the deck without saying a word. Even when her fingers were red from the cold and her body was shivering, she did not make a sound. To be on the safe side, Pérot had put the God's Locket of Retribution on her. After all, no matter how much His Highness claimed that witches were no different from ordinary people, he did not completely believe that a person with such incredible power could really be the same as an ordinary person. Even a careless move could cause harm to herself.
"Why don't you lie down under the quilt?" Pérot pointed at the hammock hanging in the cabin. The space in the cabin was limited, so the sailors usually slept in a suspended hammock with a thick linen quilt. It was not very comfortable, but at least it could keep them warm.
"It'll get dirty," she said in a low voice.
"A sailor can't be any cleaner than you." He found a relatively dry place to sit down. "This journey will take three days. Do you plan to sit like this all the time? I'm afraid you'll die on the road before we reach Border Town. "
"Border Town?" Paper was stunned.
"Didn't I tell you? We're going to a place suitable for witches to live. "Pérot opened the jar." Drink some hot soup and then lie down in the hammock. "
This time the girl did not refuse. It was obvious that she was starving. She picked up the jar and drank directly, not afraid of burning her tongue.
Pérot shook his head. Her body was as thin as a monkey's, and the dirt on her hair had already solidified. Her clothes, which had several holes in them, were probably picked up from somewhere. From her appearance, she looked no different from the many street children in Stronghold.
"Who's the boy who's protecting you?" he asked. "Your street child friend?"
"Snaketooth. He … often brings us … food." Paper swallowed the soup, stuck out her tongue, and said vaguely, "As long as I go with you, you … won't catch him, right? He's not … a witch. "
"Of course," Pérot said expressionlessly. "He doesn't matter at all." He was a little surprised to hear that Paper often brought him food. It was rare to see such people in the slums. The lack of food led to robberies from time to time. When one could not even survive, who would have the mood to care about others? Also, the name Snaketooth … sounded a bit like Rat's style.
Thinking of this, he could not help but ask, "You just said that we, besides you, are there other witches?"
"No." Paper shook her head. "We're all orphans in the neighborhood."
This made Pérot feel a little relieved. "What's that old faker talking about using her ability to clear the snow? It's the first time I've seen a witch dare to use her ability in front of others. "
"Snaketooth suggested it. He said I could help the residents clear the snow on their roofs quickly, and at the same time, exchange for some food so that everyone wouldn't starve. People are no longer afraid of witches now because the drama theater is full of witches' stories. As long as I'm willing to do it, he'll negotiate with the adults. "
"So that's how it is." Pérot could not help but raise the corner of his mouth. This girl is quite interesting. She knows how to make good use of her resources, but she underestimates the influence of the church. "Did you get anything to eat?"
"Well …" Paper lowered her head. "I swept three roofs. One house kicked me out, and the other two gave me half a piece of bread and a pancake. But when it came to the fourth house … "
Petrov patted her head and said, "Have a good rest after you've finished drinking. I'll send someone to inform you when it's dinner time."
Three days later, the Lionheart arrived at the pier of Border Town.
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