Colton looked down at the bishop on the ground, and though Horn clearly hadn't spoken, the phrase "Are you willing?" kept echoing in his ears.
Are you willing?
As he slightly awoke from his fury, he couldn't quite comprehend why he felt compelled to come here tonight.
He found a way, took out his years of savings, and forced his residency registration to be changed to a local Armed Farmer.
This way, he had the chance to lease a farm from the Duke and manage it himself; he might even marry a new wife. If he continued, he might become a new squire.
So why did he feel compelled to come here today?
The cries of the refugees gradually faded from his ears, and the crackling of the fires and the whistling of the night wind all vanished.
He seemed to return to fifteen years ago, driving the rented skinny cow and secretly leading it to eat the neighbor's fodder.
Sarisa recently found a precious round moon herb in the bushes and sold it for lots of Dinar.
