Crown of Silence

Chapter 672 The next place

‘The Knights Hospitaller’, that’s what the grown-ups called it.

The child only saw them once, the only time.

Unfortunately, the place where they are stationed is too far away from here. The average person has to walk along the road to the west for half a month and pass through a large desert before they can find them in a small oasis.

The desert is dangerous.

The adults told him so, so the child planned to wait until he grew up to go to those noble knights, just like in the story, to be their retinue, sharpen their swords, clean their riding boots, and learn skills. , withstand the test. Until one day, they recognized themselves and they could become one of the noble knights.

But he couldn't wait any longer.

There are still six years until he turns fourteen.

He looked at the scorching sun in the sky and waved the wooden knife in his hand in distress.

Six more years to go.

When he turned back, he saw a small black spot in the rising heat in the distance.

Someone is coming.

The man came on a horse, but the sound of the horse's hooves was weak.

After walking in, the child discovered that the man on the horse was very old, wearing shabby robes, like a beggar, with a dirty and messy beard, and his face was covered with sunburns from the scorching sun.

Not mighty, not majestic.

Not like a knight, but riding a horse.

The horse covered with mud and dust walked in. The old knight's eyes were cracked, his mouth was full of thirsty blisters, and he was dying.

"water……"

The old knight raised his eyes and looked at him, praying: "Please give me a bowl of water."

He groped from his arms and took out two green copper coins stained with sweat. The child hesitated, took them, turned around and ran away. After a long time, he came back with a bowl of water.

The water from the well dug out of the saline-alkali land had a bitter taste and impurities. Children ran over and spilled a lot of it.

But when the old knight took it, he looked up and swallowed it as if he had found a treasure.

He drank half of the water in the big bowl. He hesitated for the other half, then leaned down and brought the bowl to the horse's lips, and the horse drank all the water.

Only now did the child see that beneath the dirt and dust, the horse's skin seemed to be dark green. Strange, like an old knight's robe.

The strange horse rolled its big eyes, looked at the child, and suddenly stretched out its tongue to lick him.

The old knight smiled and stroked the horse's head:

"It likes you."

The child touched the saliva on his face, looking confused.

The old knight cherished the few drops of water remaining at the bottom of the bowl and licked it into his mouth, wiping off the traces on his beard. His voice was still hoarse: "Where is the next village?"

"It takes two days to go north. It's a long way."

The child pointed into the distance and looked at the old knight's shriveled money bag, "You can take a rest and stay at my house tonight. My house has a clean guest room, hot water and dinner, and it only costs five cents."

The price of five cents was quite cheap, but after hesitating for a moment, the old knight shook his head and replied hoarsely:

"It's too late."

As he spoke, he patted the horse's head, and the strange horse stepped on its hooves and limped toward the north.

The child was a little disappointed. It was rare to see many outsiders in this ghost place all year round.

"Are you leaving?" he asked. "Where are you going?"

"Go to the next place."

Said the old knight, "Then to the next place."

——

Three hours later, a thunderous sound sounded from afar.

The ground shook.

The blazing iron armor reflected the brilliance of the scorching sun, and the cloak of the bloody cross fluttered in the wind.

The knights on the horses were dusty and had chapped lips.

In the empty village, there was only a tattered wooden horse, and the little boy on the wooden horse had disappeared. The stench came from the deepest part of the village, green flies danced in the scorching wind, and there was the faint sound of some beast chewing.

The sword dancer at the front got off his horse, drew his sword, and walked into the village. Soon, he came out with a small head in his hand.

He looked like a child, but his face was covered with dark spots and there was dried blood at the corner of his mouth.

"Captain Ban, we are late."

The sword dancer replied hoarsely: "The 'epidemic' has already arrived."

Among the knights, the silent man waved, and another group of knights dismounted, picked up the 'showers' in their hands, and walked into the dead village.

Soon, the bright light of the flames rose from the village, and the dying screams of the beasts came one after another.

Under the scorching sun, the entire village seemed to glow and blend into the sun.

Black smoke rose from the ashes and condensed, like a pillar of disaster holding up the sky.

The crows who came from afar found nothing and circled around the smoke in despair, screaming.

Like a curse.

"Let's go."

Ben turned his horse's head and looked at the hoof marks left in the dry soil.

His voice was hoarse, like red-hot iron:

“To the next place, and the next place.”

——

After being able to cook, Ye Qingxuan soon discovered the second advantage of the old nun.

——Diligence and dexterity.

Even in a deserted place like Guixu, she was still able to make use of the limited conditions and weave a few decent cushions out of the dry weeds in the corners.

So, the masters finally said goodbye to the cold floor and stone table, and their tortured buttocks had warm cushions.

With food and cushions, life became happy instantly. Even in a place like Guixu, the tense nerves were slightly relieved.

Although Schubert's power was lost, it was obvious that the old nun was not willing to be a burden to be taken care of, but was diligent in playing her role.

It was better than nothing, but what she did was always satisfactory.

Moreover, there was no need to be more picky.

I really don't know which monastery's nun she was from or which wealthy family's nanny, taking care of those old men who loved to make trouble in every aspect.

Ye Qingxuan was of course also assigned a cushion, and it was the best one.

Sitting on the only intact stone chair in the hall, with a dry grass cushion and the animal skins offered by the old men on his back, in the morning light, Ye Qingxuan suddenly felt a sense of satisfaction as a mountain king.

It's a pity that my subordinates are not a group of burly and brave bandits, but a group of skinny old men... Old men again, I really don't know why I have such a good relationship with old men.

Ye Qingxuan sighed helplessly, lowered his head, and looked at the inheritance page in his hand.

After several hours of rewriting, the new chapter of destiny finally took shape.

It's just a few thin papers, but it is shrouded in a halo. After the structure is closed, the music theory no longer exerts gravity to the outside, and the complicated music theory on the page distorts the sunlight and binds it to the left and right of the notes.

This is the most valuable part of the inheritance page, showing the music theory, engraving the music theory, and confirming the music theory.

This shows that this road works.

Ye Qingxuan breathed a sigh of relief and smiled.