Filin stood behind his wife, watching her carefully selecting the goods in the stall with a smile.
Every time she did this, Irene's eyes were always particularly serious.
"Actually... each piece of meat is calculated by weight, so it doesn't matter which one you choose."
"No!" She firmly refused, "You like to eat lean meat, right? But without the fat part, it won't be fragrant enough when cooked. A layer of fat and a layer of lean is the best rib, and it's also very suitable for slicing and frying. You have to choose carefully. "
Ferlin couldn't help but laugh out loud. "Well, you can take your time here. I'm going to buy a bag of wheat first. We still have to queue up for a while. Come and find me when you're done."
"Okay," Irene replied without looking back.
He shook his head helplessly, turned around and went to the grain stall in the Convenience Market.
Since it started snowing, the Lord had erected wooden sheds around the market to block the wind, and specially posted a notice to announce that even in winter, the sales here would not stop.
This meant that in the long Months of Demons, the town would still provide a stable supply of food.
For the townspeople, this was undoubtedly a powerful reassurance measure.
Compared with the less visited meat stalls, the grain stall was much more crowded. There was a long queue in front of the counter, surrounded by two patrolmen in black uniforms to maintain order. But in the town, they had a completely different name: the police.
The Light Of Dawn had become accustomed to the various amazing innovations of the Lord, so it was not unusual for him to change the name. And he also knew that most of the civilians had the impression that the patrolmen were no different from hooligans, so changing the name would indeed make people feel different.
"Mr. Schilt, good afternoon." Someone in the queue recognized him, "You also came to buy wheat."
"Stand by me."
"I'll give my place to you."
"No, no need." Filin waved his hand and stood at the back of the queue, "Thank you."
"You're really popular," the middle-aged man in front of him said with a smile, "You deserve to be the former First Knight of the Western Region."
Filin was taken aback. "You know that I used to …"
"Haha, of course, this isn't a secret in Border Town." Roland touched his chin and grinned. "My son and daughter are very fond of you. Ever since they heard about your origins, my eldest son, Nat, has been clamoring to become a Knight."
"That's all in the past," he shook his head, "and His Highness no longer needs the Knight."
"We have the First Army," the middle-aged man said nonchalantly. "I wouldn't have dared to talk to you like this in the past."
Indeed, when he was still a Duke Knight, most civilians didn't even dare to look him in the eye. Behind his back, there were words of envy and respect, but more than that, there was fear. Irene was the only one who dared to look him in the eye and speak bluntly without any regard for her identity. It was that first meeting at the theater that allowed his heart to find a home.
After being defeated and captured, Ferlin had come to Border Town. He had thought that he would just be working for a different lord, but he had never expected that he would end up becoming a teacher who taught everyone knowledge. Moreover, he had also gained the respect of everyone.
This kind of respect was completely different from what he felt when he was a Knight. Instead of avoiding or staying away from him, people hoped to get closer to him. Compared with the respect of keeping a distance, the latter made Filin feel more warm and satisfied.
Perhaps, he wasn't suitable to be a Knight.
…
After waiting for more than a quarter of an hour, it was Filin Schilt's turn.
"ID card," the clerk said, and then she was startled. "Teacher Filin?"
"Betty." He was also a little surprised. The girl standing behind the counter was one of his first graduates. Then Filin quickly understood and said happily, "You've entered the City hall?"
"Yes," she said with a happy expression on her face. She nodded and saluted him just like she did in the academy. "I'm now an apprentice of the City Hall, and I'm currently working in the Ministry of Agriculture."
Filin didn't want to keep the people behind him waiting, so he handed over his ID card and six silver royals. "I want to buy a medium bag of wheat."
"Okay!" She registered his name in the book, turned around and shouted. A porter came out of the warehouse and put a bag of wheat on the counter. No inspection or selection was allowed here. Each bag was already packed and divided into three types according to weight: large, medium, and small. The small bag was almost enough for two people to eat for a month. The price of food was fixed, and there was almost no fluctuation. You had to show your ID card when buying, and the amount you could buy was also limited. Filin understood that this measure was obviously to prevent people from buying a lot of food, which would cause the civilians who really needed food to be unable to buy.
"Teacher, come to my house when you have time." Betty handed back his ID card.
"Yes," Filin responded with a smile. He carried the bag of wheat and walked to the side to make room. Until then, Irene was still nowhere to be seen. She probably had her eyes on other goods. He found an eye-catching and dry place, put the bag on the ground, and sat down to rest for a while.
Just then, a blue figure flashed in front of him.
The Light Of Dawn was startled, and couldn't help but turn his head to look, and then his whole body trembled. It was a beautiful woman with a delicate face and rare blue hair. She belonged to the type that would never be forgotten at first glance. Filin felt the blood in his body almost freeze. It was not because of the woman's outstanding appearance, but … he had seen her in the family hall.
When he was a child, he had asked more than once who the portrait hanging on the wall of the hall was, but his father had kept silent. She was undoubtedly a woman, but she was placed in front of all the portraits of his grandfather. He had only heard his father mention her once when he was drunk.
If he remembered correctly, the woman in the portrait was the founder of the Schilt family.
How … how could this be?
"Sorry to keep you waiting." Irene's voice pulled him back from his chaotic thoughts. "I picked some eggs and bought a small bag of butter. Did you buy the wheat? "
"Yes …" Filin answered absent-mindedly.
When he returned home, the scene in the painting was still in front of him, and he couldn't get the woman's figure out of his mind … Why did I meet the ancestor of the Schilt family in Border Town?
After hesitating for a long time, he decided to go back to Longsong Stronghold.
When Filin told his plan to Irene, the latter raised her eyebrows. "Haven't you already severed ties with the family? Why do you want to go back? "
"Uh … because," he said hesitantly, "because of some things."
"Inheritance?" Irene tilted her head. "No, is it because of … a woman?"
"Ahem," Filin tilted his head. "How could it be!"
"But your eyes tell me that you're lying." She pressed The Light Of Dawn on a chair and looked down at him. "You promised to be my Knight, and I believe that you won't break your promise. That's why I'm so curious … And what can't you tell me? In front of the farm house on the outskirts of Longsong Stronghold, we agreed that nothing should be hidden. "
Her eyes were transparent and moving. She wanted to share everything with him at any time, no matter good or bad. After so many hardships, Irene still hadn't changed.
Filin took a deep breath, pulled her into his arms, and softly told her his doubts.
"I see." After listening to his story, Irene nodded. "Then you go."
"You … believe me?" It was reasonable to say that even he himself couldn't believe such a bizarre story. An ancestor was actually living in the present.
"Of course." She blinked. "This time you didn't look away."
(To be continued.)
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