In a trance, the young man’s figure memory, the little duck actually overlapped. Little duck wanted to reach out and touch the old Sheila’s face and wipe away the tears in her eyes. He said,’ Let Little duck take care of you!’
Old Sheila wanted to see the illusory ducky, but the illusory light and shadow disappeared in a flash.
Sitting in front of her is still this strange young knight who is somewhat similar to Surdak.
Old Sheila bowed her head and wiped away tears from her eyes. She thought a lot about her future life.
"Our family lives fairly well in Wol Village, with warm clothes and trees, rice and wheat to fill their stomachs. Life is not rich, but it is not too difficult. Although our days are dull, we can get by without you to take care of us." Old Sheila finally made a decision and said to Surdak.
Old Sheila said that life was not hard, but Surdak didn’t believe it very much.
“……”
In the face of old Sheila, she didn’t believe Surdak and didn’t continue to say anything.
There was no extra bed left for Surdak. Old Sheila built a temporary bed with the only chair and half a wooden box outside the stone house. Gensoul Dudak slept here, but she didn’t go back to her room and sat on a wooden stool, leaning against the back door and keeping her eyes closed silently all night.
Surdak rode a horse for a whole day, lay hungry, made a bed out of wooden boxes and chairs, and slept in a daze for a night.
Earlier, the sun shone into the stone house along the window, and a dazzling light shone on Suldak’s face. In his sleep, Suldak tried to twist his head, but he bumped into the back of the chair and woke up instantly.
A bowl of porridge made of cassava and chestnut crashed with a crash. Old Sheila turned away with a cold face in front of Surdak.
Surdak quickly sat up from the wooden box and drank the bowl. It didn’t look so good. The cassava in the porridge had a faint smell, but it wasn’t too bad to drink. The door in the room was tightly closed, and a pair of clear eyes could be seen through the crack in the door panel. Looking out at Surdak curiously, I recognized it as little Peter at a glance.
Little Peter tried to run out of the cabin, but the woman behind him hugged him tightly and covered his mouth.
Surdak scratched his head in the embarrassing stone house and said, "I want to look around the village. I have heard a lot about it."
He tidied up a suit of leather armor of Warcraft, and left the Roman sword and blue iris shield in the stone house, turned around and bowed their heads and walked out of the room.
Old Sheila looked at Surdak’s back. She looked at Surdak without saying a word at the door. She came to the bridle and watched him drink half a bucket of water for the horse. She took the bridle and led the horse out of the hospital until she was far away. She sat at the door …
……
It was not until dinner that Surdak returned from the village with his horse.
The gubolai horse was so full that it rolled its belly and tossed its tail leisurely in the yard.
Old Sheila Sudak prepared an ordinary dinner, chestnut scones and a bowl of black stew. It seems that others have finished eating, and Rita and Natasha are still hiding in the room, but this time little Peter ran out happily and pestered Sudak to tell him some battlefield stories.
Looking at little Peter with eyes full of longing, Surdak can crustily skin of head and say, "There is no difference between noble and civilian evil spirits on the battlefield. They are very fierce …"
Surdak grabbed a lizard claw fruit from his backpack and pulled out a cold light shining dagger from the outside of his thigh, scaring the old Sheila to wipe the table next to him and shaking the rag in her hand almost fell out.
Little Peter looked at the exquisite dagger in Surdak’s hand with envy, and watched him peel off the nuts while telling a story. Little Peter had never eaten nuts so sweet, and Surdak stopped eating fifteen nuts for fear of indigestion, and promised little Peter that there would be more nuts to eat tomorrow if he was willing to sleep on time.
Finally, little Peter was persuaded to go to bed, and old Sheila took Surdak to another house. The stone house was small enough to put a wooden bed against the wall, with a wooden frame and half a bag of chestnut rice. There was a pile of wrinkled cassava in the corner. These were probably their daily rations.
Old Sheila resurfaced a pair of worn but clean sheets, and Surdak said seriously, "You can sleep here tonight!"
Surdak see old Sheila some firm eyes can gently sigh and said
"Well, I’ll leave tomorrow. I’ll stay in Hailanza for a while. If you need anything, ask the villagers to send me a message to the Knights of Hailanza and you will find me."
See Surdak promised to old Sheila turned and went out.
Surdak lay in bed and could almost see the stars at night through the thatch gap on the roof.
Thinking that I couldn’t fulfill Surdak’s dying entrustment, I could leave them those gold coins with me. If I could properly hide these gold coins, I should be comfortable enough to live half my life.
Thought of this, Surdak took the bag of gold coins out of his magic pocket and hid it in the cassava pile in the corner.
Lying in old Sheila’s bed, Surdak tossed and turned and couldn’t sleep until the moment before Li.
Chapter 216 About war
Surdak was awakened by the noise of young people outside the stone house. He sat up from bed and felt a little groggy. The shabby room was full of cassava flavor.
Old Sheila hugged little Peter and sat on the stump at the door. She was leaning back and listening to two young people.
"Aunt Sheila, please go and wake Surdak up. We have something to discuss with him." A young man in a lambskin tank top said cheekily to old Sheila in the yard.
Old Sheila didn’t say anything
Little Peter, hiding in her arms, raised his head and said weakly to the two young people, "Dad is still sleeping in …"
Old Sheila snorted and asked, "What can you two do for him?"
Another young man wiped his forehead and said to old Sheila with a smile, "We are really serious about looking for him!"
A young man in a sheepskin waistcoat said, "Yes, we want to ask him for a little help … it’s a village matter."