Chapter 373 Bazaar and Clues

Feilin stood behind his wife, watching with a smile as she carefully selected the goods in the stall.

At this time, Irene's eyes are always very serious.

"Actually... each piece of meat is calculated by weight, it doesn't matter which piece you choose."

"No!" She refused categorically, "You like to eat lean meat, right, but if there is no fat part, it won't be delicious enough to cook. The best ribs are fat and thin, sliced ​​and fried are also very suitable , you can’t do it if you don’t take it seriously.”

Feilin couldn't help laughing out loud, "Okay, you pick here slowly, I'll go buy a sack of wheat first, and there will be a queue over there for a while, come and find me after you buy."

"Well," Erin replied without looking back.

He shook his head helplessly, then turned and went to the grain sales stall in the convenience market.

Since the snow fell, the lord has also erected wooden sheds around the market to keep out the wind, and specially posted a notice announcing that even in winter, the sales here will not be suspended.

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

For the townspeople, this move is undoubtedly a powerful measure of peace of mind.

Compared with the less frequented meat stalls, there are many more people in the grain sales department. There was a long queue in front of the counter, surrounded by two patrolmen in black uniforms maintaining order. But in small towns, they have an entirely different name: police.

All kinds of astonishing feats related to the lord have been familiar to Dawn Chenguang, and it is not uncommon to change the name. And he also knew that patrol members gave most civilians the same impression as hooligans, and changing their names would indeed make people feel different.

"Mr. Silter, good afternoon." Someone in the team recognized him, "You are also here to buy wheat."

"Stand over here."

"I give you my place."

"No, no need." Ferlin waved his hand and stood at the end of the line. "Thank you."

"You are really welcome," said the middle-aged man in front of him with a smile, "You are indeed the number one knight in the Western Region."

Feilin was slightly taken aback, "You know I used to..."

"Haha, of course, it's no secret in Border Town," the other party rubbed his chin and grinned, "Both my son and daughter like you very much. Ever since I found out about your background, my eldest son, Nat, has been clamoring for you. To be a knight."

"That's all in the past," he shook his head, "and His Highness doesn't need knights anymore."

"We have the first army," the middle-aged man said disapprovingly, "I wouldn't have dared to talk to you like that before."

Indeed, when he was a duke knight, most commoners didn't even dare to look directly at him. There was envy and admiration in the words behind his back, but more fear. Irene was the only one who dared to meet his eyes and speak out without hesitation about his identity—it was the first meeting in the theater that made his heart find its home.

After being defeated and taken prisoner to Border Town, Ferlin thought that he was just serving for another lord, but he didn't expect that he would end up becoming a teacher who taught everyone knowledge, and also gained everyone's respect.

This kind of respect is completely different from the feeling when he was a knight. Everyone will not avoid or stay away from him, but hope to get closer to him. Compared with the respect that only appears when keeping a distance, the latter makes Filin feel more warm and satisfied .

Perhaps, I am not suitable to be a knight.

...

After waiting for more than a quarter of an hour, it was Ferin Sylt's turn.

"Identity card." The teller said, then he was taken aback, "Teacher Feilin?"

"Betty," he was also a little surprised, the girl standing behind the counter was the first batch of graduate students under him. Immediately, Feilin quickly understood, and said happily, "Have you entered the city hall?"

"Yes," she said with a joyful expression on her face, nodding as she did in the academy, "I am now an apprentice in the Consul's Hall, and I am currently working for the Ministry of Agriculture."

Feilin didn't want the people behind to wait any longer, so he handed over his ID card and six silver wolves, "I'll buy a middle bag of wheat."

"Okay!" She registered her name in the book and shouted back, a porter came out of the warehouse and put a bag of wheat on the counter. There is no inspection here, and no selection is accepted. Each bag has been packed and divided into three types according to weight, large, medium and small. Among them, the small bag is almost enough to feed two people for a month. The price of food is fixed, and there is almost no fluctuation. You must show your ID card when purchasing, and the purchase amount is also limited. Fei Lin understands that this measure is obviously to prevent people from buying a large amount of food, causing the civilians who really need it to have no food to buy.

"Teacher, come to my house when you have time." Betty handed him her ID card back.

"Yeah," Feilin responded with a smile, picked up the wheat sack and walked aside to make way for him. Up to this moment, Irene hadn't been seen, probably looking for other products. He simply found an eye-catching and dry place, put the bag on the ground, sat down and rested for a while.

At this moment, a blue figure flashed in front of his eyes.

Dawn Chenguang was startled, and couldn't help turning his head to look, and then trembled all over—it was a beautiful woman with a delicate face, with rare blue hair, and she belonged to the type that she would never forget once she saw it. Feilin felt that the blood in his whole body was almost frozen. It was not because of the other party's outstanding appearance, but...he had seen this honor in the family hall before.

When he was a child, he asked more than once who was the portrait hanging first on the hall wall, but his father kept silent. She is undoubtedly a woman, but she is ahead of all the portraits of her grandfather, and he only heard her father mention her after being drunk once.

If I remember correctly, the person in the painting is the founder of the Sirt family.

How can this be?

"Sorry for the long wait," Irene's voice pulled him back from his chaotic thoughts, "I picked some eggs later, and bought a small bag of butter. Have you bought your wheat?"

"Hmm..." Feilin replied absent-mindedly.

When he returned home, the scene in the painting was still in front of his eyes, and the figure of the woman could not be taken away... Why did he meet the ancestor of the Silt family in Border Town?

After hesitating for a long time, he decided to go back to Longsong Stronghold.

When Feilin told Irene about this plan, the latter raised her brows, "Didn't you already sever ties with the family? Why do you want to go back?"

"Uh... because," he said hesitantly, "because of something."

"Inheritance?" Irene tilted her head and said, "No, is it for... a woman?"

"Ahem," Feilin tilted his head and said, "How is it possible!"

"But your eyes tell me that you are lying," she pressed the dawn light on the chair and looked down at him condescendingly, "You promised to be my knight, and I also believe that you will not break your promise, so I let you I'm extremely curious...and is there anything you can't tell me? We made an agreement in front of the farm house on the outskirts of Longsong Fortress that we should not hide anything."

Her eyes are transparent and moving, and at any time, she hopes to share everything with herself, whether it is good or bad-after so many hardships, Irene still has not changed.

Feilin took a deep breath, pulled her into his arms, and softly expressed his doubts.

"I see," Irene nodded after listening to this remark, "Then you go."

"You... believe me?" It stands to reason that such a bizarre story is not even believed by himself, that an ancestor character would actually live in the present.

"Of course," she blinked, "you didn't stray from my sight this time."

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