It is reasonable to say that he has left the family and should not return to the territory of Silt, but Phillin is not to answer his doubts... but for his father.

After that banquet, Sir Silter not only talked about the people in the painting, but also seemed very emotional, saying that the family existed because of her kindness, but her grandfather's generation failed her kindness.Philin could not understand these words at the time, but his father's appearance reminded him of it - a regret for what his grandfather had done.

If it is a pity, will there be a chance for redress?Perhaps the woman he saw was the offspring of the family-builder.

After all, he left the family because he did not want to be separated from Irene, and as the eldest son, the family could not accept him to formally marry a civilian.It’s just that the two sides have different choices, not that the Silts are sorry for themselves.

After marrying Erin, Sir Sir Silther, though he had not come to see him once, his mother sent him some daily supplies and a letter telling him that his father had forgiven him.

It was for these reasons that Filin made the decision to bring news to his home.

Due to the influence of the demon's month, the number of ships to and from the two places had been greatly reduced, and it was only three days before he waited for the merchant ships from the fortress, and the time for the unloading inventory, it was a week after arriving at the Changgong Fortress.

Walking down the dock, Filin immediately felt the city's desertion, the snow on the ground has ankle height, in addition to a few alleys left some shallow footprints, the snow on the street is flat, indicating that no one has passed for a long time.Compared with the border town of people, it is difficult to believe that this is the largest city in the west.

The territory of the Sirte family is located in the north of the fortress, a village of nearly two thousand acres.Even the fortress is so sight, even more difficult in the village.Walking along the wagon rut to the mansion, you can see some of the fallen hunger along the way - the heavy snow that starts to rise early in the autumn will catch most of the poor by surprise, whether the food or firewood is not stored enough, and half of them may not be able to survive the spring of the year.Originally, this was a normal phenomenon in the evil month, but Philin was not used to it.

After several sparse wooden houses, Filin returned to his doorstep again after many years.

The iron door of the yard was closed, and the vestibular court was covered with snow, but several slate roads were cleared, and it was obvious that someone in the family was still taking care of the manor.

He patted the iron door hard, and a moment later, two guards came out of the mansion, and one of them quickly recognized the identity of Filin and was surprised, "You, you are... the young master."

"I want to see Sir Sylter," said Filin quietly.

Although the people in the palace knew that the morning light had severed the relationship with the family, after all, it was a matter between the nobles, and the guards did not dare to make their own claims, the two quickly opened the iron door, and one led him to the foyer to wait, and one informed the housekeeper.

Filin did not expect that the first person to come was his brother, Miso Sirte.

“You don’t belong here anymore, so why are you coming back?”He frowned and looked at his brother, “Have you come here?”What about it?”

"I'm no longer a knight," laughed Philly. "I'm not going to follow you."

"Ah, I have forgotten that you were beaten by the prince of the border town and became his prisoner, and he let you come back?"Misso grunted, “Isn’t there money for the winter?”I can give you something, and then you'll leave."

The other's attitude made Philin sigh, and it was not difficult for him to understand that Miso Sirte, who is now the first heir to the family, naturally did not want to return, so as not to take off the branches.

“I am not here to take the money, I have no intention of competing with you for the position of successor,” said the morning light, “and my Highness the Prince hired me as a mentor, and I am very satisfied with my life.”

“The teacher?”Miso paused, “How can I not remember that you still have such a high level of knowledge that you can teach other nobles?”

“It is not teaching the nobles, but teaching the common people to read and write.”

“To teach the common people...” he sneered, “the lies you made up are getting more and more interesting, won’t it be that the common man’s wife is obsessed with your confusion?”

“Enough is enough!”There was a low drink from behind, and Miserton trembled, and Filin followed the reputation and found that the man was his father, Sir Sir Silter."Ms. Irene is no less than a nobleman, and what is missing is only an identity, and it seems rude to say it again."

“Father!”Miso's voice.

Sir ignored the second son, "Listen to the guard, do you have any news to tell me?"

“Yes.”Philly walk.

“Come to my library.”

...

Filin followed his father to his study on the second floor of the mansion, and as he passed the hall, he took the opportunity to look at the wall with portraits in the hall, and the appearance of the blue-haired woman appeared in front of him again—almost exactly the same as the people seen in the convenience market.And unlike other portraits, this painting is particularly brightly colored, and the details are much more refined, even the tear mole in the corners of the eye is clearly recognizable.

Entering the study, the jazz first said, "When I was in the autumn theater, I saw your wife, who looked very good, and her acting did not appear to be discolored in front of Miss Maye, and it seemed that you were doing very well."

Filin suddenly felt a hot eye, he did not expect his father to mention this first, after a moment of silence and nodded, "Yes, we have our own residence in the border town, and plan to wait until the end of this year's evil month to have a child."

"That's fine," said Syltter, taking a slow sip of tea, "it should not be easy to come from the border town now, what news do you want to say?"

The morning light converged, "I met a woman in the town who looked exactly like the man in the portrait in the hall."

The jazz trembling, almost knocking the cup over, raised his head and rolled his eyes, "What do you say?"

"Rare blue hair, good looks, I'm sure I'm not mistaken," said Filing, "will she be a descendant of the people in the painting?"

“Impossible!The man was—” He said, then shaking his head, “She could not have descendants.”

“Is that... that?”Philin bowed her head, "Then maybe I was mistaken."

“Are you going to the long-song fortress for this matter?”

"Yes, because I remember that you once ... expressed regret."

Sir Sir Sir Sir Walter looked down for a moment and said, “Is it really the same?”

“A little bit of hair,” Firling recalled, “it’s exactly the same everywhere else.”You know, from birth to the present, I have only seen such hair in the portrait, so I will pay special attention to it."

"She could not have been the man's offspring," hesitated the knight, "but she may be the man in the picture."

The father's statement made Filing almost unable to believe his ears, and this thought was even more incredible than his own idea.“You mean she’s lived for over 400 years?”

"I didn't want to tell you that," he said, "she's a witch."Since it is a witch, anything can happen.Come with me.”

“Where to go?”

“In the basement, I have something to show you,” said the duke, “from the inheritance of her ancestors, and from her.”

(Unfinished.)