Elspeth stared into his eyes, searching for something, "Have you forgotten our mother and father? He wants us all to die for a reason."
Fanfan blinked, remembering a night long ago, he blinked, "Sister, we must forget, otherwise it will drive us crazy, Morey took the Nord House and the whole kingdom. We are now It has no effect on him, no matter what Salem was like before."
Elspers stroked his cheek. "We will never forget."
She turned around and went back to the room to clean up the overflowing stuff. "Fan Fan, do your housework, don't bother me with your temper. If you love me, then you have to do what I said. Do."
He watched her walk in, Fan Fan vented his frustration, released his anger, and walked towards the stable, "I will not forget, sister."
Hollinger was standing behind the inner wall of his big green barn, the door was open, and he heard the conversation between Fan Fan and his sister. Hollinger held the axe tightly, waiting to see if there would be a conflict.
Whistler listened to the girl once again persuading Fan Fan not to be angry. He breathed a sigh of relief, and the axe in his hand was released. The girl returned to the house, Fan Fan ran to the corral to do housework. He knew that the boy had grown up and was not suitable for dealing with physical problems. Hollinger needed a way to get rid of him, but he must keep the girl. He wiped the sweat from his face and put the axe aside. The newbies he hired will soon arrive from town, and it's time for work.
Fan Fan walked into the stable at the end of Mr. Hollinger’s racecourse. He carried a hundred catties bag of oats on his shoulders. He filled twenty bags with enough grain to satisfy the hungry horses. Then he Put them all on a wooden cart and hand them out to Mr. Hollinger's beautiful horses.
Fan Fan fed the other horses, then stopped in front of the stable of a beautiful brown stallion, and put a bag on his muzzle. He stroked the horse's head and neck, watching it start chewing oats, "How are you, Whistler?"
The horse tilted its head in Fan Fan's direction. "Don't worry, boy, if I have anything to say, Whistler won't sell you."
Fan Fan stroked the smooth, muscular neck and shoulders. "Nevertheless, you should let him ride whenever he wants to ride you. Being friends does not mean that I am the only one who can ride you."
Whistler sniffed the oats. "Well, you will only make your situation worse. Hollinger refused to listen to me. He told Elspeth that I was lazy. Can you imagine? I am equivalent to The three servants work, and apart from his constant fuss, they have no salary yet."
Whistler shook his head and took Fan Fan's hand away. "Are you on his side, too?" Fan Fan said, taking a step closer. "Elspeth told me to pay attention to my temper. I only hope that I can keep her away from all this. If the militia really comes to Grandi, I can join. You and I can go and fight with Morey. His devil knight fought. "Fan Fan turned his back to the horse, "Or, if you are still with me, I can take you to my mountain."
The horse wiped Fan Fan's shoulder. Fan Fan turned around and patted Whistler again. "Don't worry, I'm just kidding. No other horse is half as magnificent as you." He walked away, and then Turned around and shook his finger at the stallion. "See you later, but if I have to endure Whistler, so do you."
Fan Fan put his cart back to the reserve area, and the hissing outside the stable caught his attention. He pushed the carriage quickly, then left, and ran to the door of the barn. Fan Fan saw several people from the town council approaching where Mr. Hollinger was standing and talking to some of the people he hired.
A green corn field is almost ready to be harvested. Fan Fan slipped from the stable to the cornfield. He tiptoed through the straw and moved quickly. Mr. Hollinger and his men seemed to have not noticed Fan. Fan.
Hollinger took out a blue rag from his pocket so that he could wipe off the sweat from his forehead. When the horse approached, one of Hollinger's men asked, "Who do you think is riding a horse, as if they were going to a prom?"
"Tom, look at him," Hollinger said in a mocking tone. "He always wears fashionably."
"Yes, and his father and grandpa," said one of Hollinger's men.
"Boys, be optimistic," Hollinger Jǐng told, "Their family built this beautiful town."
When the rider stopped in front of them, his men laughed softly under their breath.
"Good morning, Hollinger, how are you today," Tom said.
"If it were not because I had to pay all the taxes to our outstanding Lord Morey, I would have done well," Hollinger said loudly. Despite his wealth, Mr. Hollinger wore ordinary work clothes. Only his age and his dignified manner would suggest to anyone that he is not just an ordinary worker.
"This is exactly what we are here to discuss with you, Hollinger," Tom said. He and his men were wearing veils with six colors and six colors, and their clothes had golden buttons and shiny buttons. Hollinger laughed at their clothes and their soft, callus-free hands.
"What's the matter?" Hollinger asked.
"There is a board meeting tonight. Some committee members from Barron will also attend."
"Didn't they organize the militia to join Stephen?" Hollinger asked suspiciously.
"Yes, they are here to seek our loyalty to their cause," Tom said, adventurous and yīn conspiracy gleaming in his eyes, like a child with his first toy.
"You mean their betrayal, don't you, Tom?"
Tom seemed to be insulted by these words, "Is this a resistance against tyranny?"
"It depends on the situation," Hollinger said.
"On what, please tell me?"
"It doesn't matter if you are a tyrant, child," Hollinger said flatly. "Have you ever thought about the consequences of fighting the devil knight, Tom?"
Tom and his four men looked very uncomfortable now, and even their horses were shaking under their bodies.
"Morey defeated the more experienced fighters of our King Wenceslas," Hollinger Jǐng told. "Since Morey's power has become so strong in these nine years, how do you think King Stephen of Wayland will defeat him?"
To Mr. Hollinger’s question, neither Tom nor the others have an answer. Finally, Tom tried to say: "You have the right to express your opinion, old man, but don’t forget that you have an obligation to attend council meetings. You may be willing to bow to the devil knight, but most people in this town are ready to be in Morey. Lives under the shackles of ."
"Oh, I will go, Tom," Hollinger spit, "Now, leave my land."
Tom and the others changed their well-groomed horses to their original appearance.
"What do you think, Mr. Hollinger? Will Tom join King Stephen's militia?" one of his men asked. (To be continued) (End of this chapter)