Temple Sword

Chapter 37 The Guardian

The ferryman rowed quietly, preferring not to ask any questions.He didn't want to be involved in anything that had nothing to do with him. There were a lot of these Templars, and they were all arrogant. Even the king couldn't control them, so he didn't care what these people did in his castle and monastery.

Anyway, he just needs to take them across the river. He doesn't care who the old knight is, and he doesn't care why the young knight stares at him like a flesh demon, as long as they pay the two of them and the horse. He doesn't care about the money of the big black horse.

Well, we arrived at the shore, and the tall Italian was waiting for them. The old ferryman was a little curious about where the snow-white woman with tears all over his face had gone. He took her and the old knight across the river to the monastery, and now the The woman was gone, and the man's clothes were covered in blood.

He shook his head, he didn't want to think about these things anymore, what these people must have done to that poor woman, he was just doing things for money, he didn't see anything, he didn't hear anything!He didn't want to know what kind of business these people were doing, but he wouldn't be surprised if one day he saw these strange Templars crucified...

Umberto paid the ferryman, and while William was not paying attention, he winked at Antal from under the hood, and he saw the old knight's clothes.

"You have blood on your head, my lord," he said politely to William.

"I know, Umberto."

"May I know what happened?"

William pretended not to hear the question. He got on the horse first, then turned to the two people behind and said, "We're leaving home tomorrow." His face had a seriousness that Antal had never seen before, "I'm here There is still work to do in Buda, and now I am going to see the rector (Rektor), and I will not go until he sees me."

"Then I'm afraid you will need to be busy until the evening," Umberto said, "We will wait for you at the inn in Uglin, where we are always warmly received." After that, he secretly winked his right eye at Antal .

The boy didn't respond, but his face blushed quietly.He knew why Umberto had proposed that they stay at Agnes' father's hotel so he could say goodbye to the girl.

Who knows, maybe this parting will be forever.
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"Aren't you going to give a hug to your long-lost old friend?" After William galloped away from the shore, Umberto said to Antal with a smile, and they rode slowly towards the city gate.Antal didn't answer, but just looked at him suspiciously, as if he still didn't understand what happened.

"What are you wearing?" he asked, pointing to the singer's black hood. "You look like an assassin."

"Don't you like it? I've gotten used to it in the past few months." Umberto smiled confidently with his eyes bent. "Why are you surprised? We've met at least ten people in Buda. Several times."

"You must be suffering from heat stroke, Umberto." Antal complained in a low mood, he didn't know what nonsense Umberto was talking about.

"Looks like my disguise worked, I even shaved my own beard for it," the singer replied, "You don't think your uncle will leave you here, do you? I've been following you, except... You know, when you were hiding in the woods with Agnes."

"Don't mention this to other people!" Antal suddenly raised his head, "You shouldn't spy on what I'm doing."

"You can't say that, my friend," Umberto Lerma paused, "I saved your life twice and your lover once. Who do you think carried you half to death? To the inn? Who do you think told Agnes that you were caught and not to swim to Margaret Island? I even told a legend about you to the servants in town so they could admire You, support you.

So don't talk to me like that, don't tell me what to do and what not to do.You'd be dead without me, and you better know that! The two wrestled with each other in silence, Umberto couldn't bear to play the wronged victim anymore, he laughed loudly, Antar then softened his eyes and began to sob.

"So much has happened, Umberto!" the boy and the singer hugged.

"I know." Umberto patted him on the back very lightly.

"Too many things... I'm damned! Because of me, my friend was evicted, I don't even know how he is now, maybe he is now a beggar, freezing to death in the street in winter gone."

"You may rest assured about Peter," said the singer, "he was taken to the Abbey of St. John the Hospitaller at White Castle, where he now works."

Antal nodded and continued to sniff silently.A great storm was raging in his soul, and the clouds had been gathering in his heart for the past few weeks and months, and now it was finally time for the thunderstorm to break out.

"You have no idea how much I miss you, you bloody boy!" Umberto hugged him even tighter, "I think the people in the monastery are jealous that you were born freer than the wind, that's why they see I'm not used to you. Well, don't cry anymore! Don't go to her with a painted face! What will she say then?"

Maybe she won't say anything, Antal thought.But what would she say about what was to come, their future?

(End of this chapter)