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At this time, Erin's eyes are always extra serious.

"Actually...... Each piece of meat is calculated by weight, and it is the same for each piece. ”

"No!" she refused, flatly, "you like lean meat, right, but without the fat part, it won't be good enough to cook." A layer of fat and a layer of thin is the best rib, and it is also very suitable for slicing and frying, and it is not okay to pick it carefully. ”

Fei Lin couldn't help laughing, "Okay, you pick up here slowly, I'll go buy a bag of wheat first, there will be a queue over there for a while, you can come to me when you buy it." ”

"Hmm," Erin replied without looking back.

He shook his head helplessly and turned to the grain stall in the convenience market.

Since the snow fell, the lord has erected wooden shelters around the market to protect them from the wind, and has put up a notice announcing that even in winter, the sale will not be stopped.

This means that the town will still provide a steady supply of food during the long Demon Month.

For the townspeople, this is undoubtedly a powerful reassuring measure.

There are many more people at the food stalls than the less frequented meat stalls. There was a long line in front of the counter, surrounded by two patrolmen in black uniforms to maintain order. But in the town, they have a completely different name: the police.

All kinds of astonishing feats of the lords are no longer strange at dawn, and it is not unusual to change the name. And he also knew that the patrol members gave the impression of most civilians as rogue ruffians, and that changing the name would really make people feel different.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Silter," someone in the group recognized him, "and you've come to buy wheat." ”

"Stand here with me. ”

"My place is given to you. ”

"No, no," Filmin waved his hand, standing at the end of the line, "thank you." ”

"You're so popular," the middle-aged man in front of him laughed, "and you're worthy of being the first knight of the West." ”

Fei Lin was slightly stunned, "You know I used to ......"

"Haha, of course, this is not a secret in the border town," the other grinned, touching his chin, "My son and daughter are very fond of you, and since I found out about your origins, my eldest son, Nat, has been clamoring 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 didn't dare talk to you like that before." ”

Indeed, when he was a duke knight, most civilians did not even dare to look directly at him, and there was envy and admiration in the words of discussion behind his back, but more than that, he was afraid. Erin was the only one who dared to look into his eyes and speak outright without regard for his identity - it was the first time he saw the theater that made his heart find a home.

After being defeated and captured and coming to the border town, Fei Lin thought that he was just a different lord to serve, but he didn't expect that he would eventually become a teacher who taught everyone knowledge, and he also gained everyone's respect.

This kind of respect is completely different from the feeling of a knight, and people do not avoid him, but want to be closer to him—the latter is more warm and satisfying to Filin than the respect that comes with keeping a distance.

Perhaps, he is not fit to be a knight.

......

After waiting for more than a quarter of an hour, it was the turn of Filyn Silter.

"ID card. The teller said, and then was stunned, "Mr. Feilin?"

"Betty," he was also a little surprised, and the girl standing behind the counter was none other than the first batch of students to graduate under him. Immediately Fei Lin quickly understood, and said happily, "You entered the city hall?"

"Yes," she said with a look of joy on her face, nodding as she did at the Academy, "I'm a Consulate apprentice now, and I'm currently working at the Ministry of Agriculture. ”

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

"All right!" she called out as she put her name on the notebook, and a porter stepped out of the storeroom and placed a bag of wheat on the counter. There is no inspection here, and no selection is accepted, each bag has been packed, according to the weight of the three types of large, medium and small, of which the small bag is almost enough for two people to eat for a month. The price of food is fixed and almost never fluctuates, an ID card must be presented at the time of purchase, and the amount purchased is also limited. Filmin understood that this measure was clearly intended to prevent people from buying food in large quantities, leaving civilians in real need without food to buy.

"Teacher, you have time to sit at my house. Betty handed him back her ID.

"Hmm," Filin replied with a smile, picking up the wheat bag and stepping aside, giving up his place. Up to this point, Erin was still nowhere to be seen, and she probably had another look at other goods. He simply found a visible, dry spot, placed the bag on the floor, and sat down to rest.

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

Dawn Morning Light was stunned, and couldn't help but tilt her head to look over, and then trembled all over—it was a beautiful woman with a delicate face, with rare blue hair, belonging to the type that you will never forget at a glance. Filin felt that the blood in his whole body was almost coagulated, not because the other party was outstanding, but because ...... He had seen this honor in the family halls.

As a child, he asked more than once who the portrait hanging on the wall of the hall was, but his father kept silent. She was undoubtedly a woman, but she was higher than all the portraits of her grandfather, and it was only after one drunken drunkenness that he heard his father speak of her.

If I remember correctly, the man in the painting is the founder of the Silt family.

This...... How can it be?

"Sorry for the wait," Erin'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......" Filin replied absentmindedly.

When he returned home, he still saw the scene in the painting, and the figure of the woman lingered...... Why did you meet the ancestors of the Sylt family in the border town?

After hesitating for a long time, he decided to go back to Changge Fortress.

When Filmin told Erin about this intention, the latter raised an eyebrow, "Haven't you already broken ties with the family?

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

"Inheritance?" Erin said, tilting her head, "No, is it for ...... Woman?"

"Ahem," Filmin tilted his head, "how is that possible!"

"But your eyes tell me you're lying," she said, pressing Dawn Morning Light against her chair and looking at him condescendingly, "you promised to be my knight, and I trust you not to break your promise, which is why I am very curious...... And what can't you tell me? In front of the farm house on the outskirts of Changge Fortress, we agreed that nothing should be hidden. ”

Her eyes are transparent and moving, and she wants to share everything with herself, for better or for worse, at all times - and after all the ordeal, Erin has not changed.

Filming took a deep breath, pulled her into his arms, and whispered his doubts.

"I see," Erin nodded after hearing this, "Then you can go." ”

"You...... Believe me?" It stands to reason that even he himself doesn't quite believe in such a bizarre story, and an ancestral figure can live in the present.

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

. (To be continued.) )