Philin stood behind his wife and smiled as she picked the goods in the stall.

Every time, Irene’s eyes were always extra serious.

"In fact, every piece of meat is calculated by weight, and every piece of meat is the same."

“No!”She firmly refused, "You like to eat lean meat, right, but without the fat part, it is not fragrant enough to cook."A layer of fat and thin is the best rib, slicing oil is also very appropriate, not seriously pick or not.

Philin couldn't help but laugh, "Well, you pick slowly here, I'll go and buy a bag of wheat first, and I'll have to line up for a while, and come to me if you buy it."

“Well,” Irene replied, not back.

He shook his head helplessly and turned to the food stalls in the convenience market.

Since the snow, the lord has also erected windshield wooden sheds around the market, and specially posted a notice announcing that even in winter, the sale here will not be stopped.

This means that in the long demonic month, the town will still provide a stable food supply.

For the people of the town, this is undoubtedly a powerful peace of mind measure.

There are far more people selling food than at the less- visited meat stalls.There was a long line in front of the counter, surrounded by two patrol members in black uniforms to maintain order.But in the small town, they have a completely different name: the police.

About the Lord's various amazing initiatives, the dawn morning light has been strange, and it is not uncommon to change a name.And he knew that the impression given by the patrol members to most civilians was the same as that of the hooligans, and that changing the name would indeed make one feel different.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Silver," was recognized by someone in the line, "and you're here to buy the wheat."

"Stand me here."

"My place is given to you."

"No, no," said Philine, standing at the end of the line, "thank you."

"You're really welcome," laughed the middle-aged man in front of him, "and he was the first knight of the West."

Philly, “You know I used to...”

"Haha, of course, it's no secret in the border town," the other party grinned with his chin, "my son and daughter are very fond of you, and since I heard your story, the eldest son Nat is still clamoring to be a knight."

"That's all in the past," he said, shaking his head, "and your Highness doesn't need knights any more."

"We have the First Army," said the middle-aged man, "before I changed it, I dared not speak to you like that."

Indeed, when he was still a duke, most of the common people did not even dare to look directly with themselves, and there was envy and admiration in the words behind the discussion, but more were still afraid.Dare to look at his own eyes, without no scruples about the identity of the blunt words, only Irene - that is the first time the theater saw, so that his heart found a destination.

After the defeat was captured and came to the border town, Filin thought that he was just working for a lord, but he did not expect to eventually become a teacher of learning, and also gained everyone's respect.

This respect is completely different from the feeling of the knight, who does not avoid and stay away from him, but wants to be closer to him - more respect than to maintain distance, the latter makes Philine feel more warm and satisfied.

Maybe you’re not a good person to be a knight.

...

After waiting for more than a quarter of an hour, it was Philine Sirte’s turn.

“The identity card.”The teller said, then, “Mr. Phil?”

“Betty,” he was also somewhat surprised, and the girl standing behind the counter was the first of his graduating students.Then Philin quickly understood and was happy, “Did you go to the town hall?”

“Yes,” she said with a look of joy on her face, noding as she did at the college, “I am now an apprentice in the governing body and am currently working in the Ministry of Agriculture.”

Philin didn't want the people behind him to wait, handing his ID card and six silver wolves, "I'll buy a bag of wheat."

“All right!”She registered her name on the book, and called back, out of the warehouse a porter, and put a bag of wheat on the counter.Here can not be inspected, also do not accept the selection, each bag has been packed, according to the weight is divided into three kinds, of which the small bag is almost enough for two people to eat for a month.Food prices are fixed, almost no floating, must show ID card at the time of purchase, and the purchase amount is also limited.Filin understood that this measure was clearly to avoid the large-scale purchase of food by people, resulting in people in real need without food to buy.

“Teacher, I’ll go sit down at my house.”Betty handed him the ID.

"Well," said Philin, laughing, taking the wheat bag to the side and giving up the position.Until this time, Irene was still missing, and probably looked at other commodities.He simply found a striking and dry spot, pad the bag on the ground, and sat down to rest for a moment.

Just then, a blue figure flashed in front of him.

The morning light fainted, couldn't help but look away, and then trembled - it was a beautiful woman with a delicate face, with a rare blue hair, which belonged to the type that he would never forget when he looked at it.Filin felt that the blood all over her body was almost frozen, not because the other person looked good, but because he had seen this honor in the family hall.

As a child, he asked more than once who was the first portrait hanging on the wall of the hall, and his father was silent.She was undoubtedly a woman, but more than all the portraits of her grandfather, and only once drunk did he hear his father mention it.

If you remember correctly, the man in the painting is the founder of the Sylst family.

How... how is it possible?

“I’m sorry, Irene’s voice pulled him back from his confused thoughts, ‘I picked some eggs later and bought a small bag of butter.’“Did you buy your wheat?”

“Uh...” Philly responded absently.

When he returned home, he still saw the picture in the picture, and the woman's figure lingering... Why did he see the ancestors of the Silt family in the border town?

After a long hesitation, he decided to return to the long song fortress.

When Philin told Irene about this intention, the latter raised his eyebrows, “Haven’t you broken off your relationship with the family?”Why go back?”

"Er... because," he said hesitantly, "for some things."

“Inheritance?”Irene said, “No, it’s for... women?”

“Cough,” said Philine, “how is it possible!”

"But your eyes tell me you're lying," she said, laying the morning light on her chair and condescendingly at him, "that you promised to be my knight, and I'm sure you won't break your promise, so I'm curious... and what can't I say?"Before the farm house on the outskirts of the Long Song Fortress, we agreed that nothing should be hidden.”

Her eyes were transparent, and at any moment, she wanted to share everything with herself, for better or worse—and after so much tribulations, Irene still hadn’t changed.

Philin took a deep breath, pulled her into her arms, and whispered her doubts again.

"So it is," said Irene, after hearing this, nodded, "then you go."

“You... believe me?”It stands to reason that such a bizarre story does not even believe that an ancestor figure will live in the present moment.

"Of course," she blinked, "you haven't strayed from my sight this time."

(Unfinished).