The flatbed cart drove into the Ice Peak Fortress with griffons and dead horses, followed by Fitch and others.
Crossing a section of gullies formed by mountains and rivers from the suspension bridge, and then passing through the thick iron gate, everyone comes to the outer courtyard. There is a small square surrounded by city walls, with a rainproof cannon for stables and trucks on one side, and a target for practicing archery and sword swinging on the other side. Continue to walk forward from here, facing the extended inner wall, bend the second iron gate below, and enter the inner courtyard, thereby reaching the core area of ​​the fortress.
A middle-aged man with short hair frowning and glaring eyes, a teenager with a neutral face with a blonde hair was training in the small square of the courtyard. They were training in combat with a blunt sword wrapped in cloth. This weapon was not fatal, but it was enough to leave many bruises on the teenager. The middle-aged man seemed to have no sympathy and cursed while waving his weapon faster and faster.
The boy retreated step by step, but kept gritting his teeth and trying his best to block the attack. Soon, his heel tripped on the rock and fell to the ground.
The training did not stop because of this, but the strength of the blunt sword strengthened. Soon, it was not like a training, but turned into a beating. The blonde boy never "surrendered" and the middle-aged man did not call for a stop. Feiqi couldn't bear it, but he didn't know if he should intervene. He noticed that Tron and Rams were unbearable, but he did not intervene.
"Unload the car." Giles ordered, and Tron and Ramsden quickly worked. The bald swordsman's eyes were on the boy on the training ground for a while, frowned slightly, as if he was a little dissatisfied. He coughed, and after seeing the speed of the blunt sword slowed down significantly, he did not interfere further. Giles rubbed his bald head, then pointed at Feige and said, "You guys, follow me."
Feige and Eddie left the horse here. The fat Ramsden took the reins and led the two horses into the stable. Giles turned around and walked calmly and quickly along the slope towards the inner courtyard, and the two hurriedly followed him.
Except for the vestibule, the entire fortress was quiet, like an empty house in the wilderness. The square main castle and the tall tower beside it were neither light nor sound. A pair of empty windows, an open door, and a row of deep and dark shooting holes were silent like skeletons.
Inside the main castle is a hall, filled with boxes, sacks, and wooden barrels. Several long wooden tables are placed casually in the room, which looks a little messy. The grease left by the candles after burning is piled up on it. Many human-shaped sword targets, whetstones, water basins and a pile of rusty weapons occupy a corner of the hall.
After passing through the hall, entering the spiral staircase of the tower and climbing up to three floors, Giles stopped in front of a wooden door. He knocked on the door three times, then pushed it away directly, picked up a ball of paper from the table at the door, and threw it towards the old man with his back facing the door.
The paper ball hit the old man's sparse silver-white head, and then jumped along the ginger linen robe to the ground. The old man turned his head, picked up the paper ball from the ground, and smiled with his mouth that had seven or eight teeth missing, saying, "Here are you back? Are these two guests?"
"Enter the gang." Giles took the piece of paper thrown back by the old man and placed it at the door table. He then said to the old man, "There is meat tonight", then pushed Feige and Eddie into the room, took him to the door and left by himself.
"I won't say that I'm welcome to Bingfeng Fortress. This is a remote exile site, and there's nothing to welcome you." The old man's hair and beard are all white, and his wrinkled skin is full of ruthless traces left by the years. "I'm Kipling Snow Owl, here because I'm older, and I'm waiting to die. My ears can't hear it. I can only guess what you said based on your mouth. Don't talk to each other, I can't see it."
Feiqi suddenly realized that he understood why Giles wanted to throw him with a ball of paper. The ball of paper was thrown over, and the degree of frightening was relatively low, which was better than a sudden pat on the shoulder. But since Old Kiplin couldn't hear anything, why did Giles knock on the door in one go before?
"Why don't you two talk? Don't let me stare at me all the time. This is too tiring. Move a stool and sit closer. Don't be nervous. I am the priest of the Thunder of Truth, not the poisonous rattlesnake."
Eddie hurried to move a chair aside, and naturally wanted to help the young master move one. However, Feiqi was no longer the young master of the past, and he did not have the awareness of "everything is served". So Eddie put down the extra chair and hurriedly sat behind Feiqi.
"My name is Feiqi Hall, and his father is Kante Hall, the Templar of the Principal of Aria, and the Earl of the Royal Family. I..." Feiqi pinched his nose. Since it was not a crime he committed, he could not say anything like chemical castration of the Duke's heir.
"It seems that you are indeed going to join the Ice Peak Fortress and spend the rest of your life in this last place of glory?" Kipling put away his smile, sat upright, opened his eyes wide like a snowy owl, his eyes penetrated Feich's face and penetrated his thoughts: "Do you believe that indulgences can save you?"
Under the old man's eyes, Feiqi felt uncomfortable, just as Jiao Yang concentrated the heat of the whole summer on his forehead, and soon sweated like rain. "Is this a magical technique?" When he spoke, he realized that his voice was hoarse.
However, the elderly use their vision to "listen to the sound", and whether they are dumb or not has no effect.
"This is indeed a magical technique. Under the power of God, you can only tell the truth." The old man said slowly: "Tell me, are you really determined to say goodbye to the past and then start a new life in the Ice Peak Fortress?"
"Of course it's!" Feiqi nodded vigorously, and then the pressure of the magic trick disappeared.
"Come on, drink this glass of water and you will feel much better." The old man poured a glass of water for Fitch from his kettle and watched him drink it with a smile: "It's okay, this magic trick won't hurt people. I'll test you, can you understand why you should test you with magic tricks?"
"This is an exile place, but only those who really want to say goodbye to the past can get shelter. Use magic to distinguish it, so that black sheep can avoid infiltrating."
The old man nodded and asked, "Do you feel what you have come all the way here?"
"The time is too short, I don't have any thoughts." Feiqi's eyes rolled, "If you have to say it, it seems that the castle should be repaired."
"Yes, many places are broken, but if you want to repair them, you have no money, so you can only be beaten day by day." The old man used a crutch to hold himself out of the chair, then stretched out a hand and asked Fitch to support him.
Chapter completed!