The Last Frontier of Fire and Sword

　　 After a while, the old woman came over and said that dinner was ready. So Chechen and others followed the old woman into the restaurant, and Michael insisted on staying to take care of the injured old man.

　　 When the old woman saw the gold belt that the injured old man put aside, her eyes were straight.

　　In the restaurant, a simple table made of wooden boards cut from various tree species is already filled with bread, meat, and wine. The area of ​​the dining room is very large, obviously, it also assumes part of the responsibility of the living room. On the wall opposite the door of the dining room is a fireplace with crackling and dry firewood burning inside. On the wall above the fireplace, all kinds of swords were hung. In Chechen's eyes, these swords should have been there for some time, because some of them are no longer popular, and very few people use them. And there is a layer of black carbon dust on the sword.

　　 "Dear guests, please sit down. Come, eat some salt and bread first. Just treat this as your home." The old woman said enthusiastically.

　　 "Think of this as your own home."

　　 "This is like your home."

　　 The six sons of the old woman also echoed.

　　 Originally when on the road, the old woman said that her six sons looked like bears. Cheorchen thought this was an exaggeration of the old woman. But now, when these six men were all standing in front of him, Cheer Chen realized that it was appropriate to say that they were bears.

　　 These six young men are standing there like a wall. Their palms are thicker than bear paws, and their thighs are wider and straighter than the birch tree.

　　 But they were as meek as a puppy in front of the old woman.

　　 Tetsuchen and others were seated with the old woman's family.

　　 At this time, Cheechen suddenly remembered that the old woman's daughter-in-law was gone.

　　 "Enthusiastic old mother, where is your daughter-in-law?" Cheer Jin asked.

　　 "She went to eat in the room. In our place, women can't eat at the table." The old woman picked up the knife on the dining table, cut a large piece of bread and held it in her hand, and then said to Cheerchen.

　　 "It turned out to be like this." Tetsuchen nodded. However, he is quite uncomfortable with this kind of discrimination against women, but since he is a guest in someone else's house, and perhaps this is the custom of the Polotsk region, he is of course hard to say as an outsider.

　　 "Eat quickly, everyone. Eat quickly." The old woman called out again, as if she couldn't express her enthusiasm otherwise.

　　 The hospitality is difficult, and everyone is indeed hungry, so Cheorchen and Pidro started to move the knife and fork in front of them.

　　 Tetsuchen cut a small piece of bread, then sprinkled some salt from the jar on the table on it, and then began to chew. The bread may have been put a little longer, and the taste is harder. But compared to Chechen and the dried meat they brought on the road, it was already a rare delicacy. And, for some reason, Chechen also tasted some of the bread from a bakery in Smolensk.

　　 "Old mother, where did you buy this bread? It is as delicious as the bread I ate in Smolensk." Cheerchen asked the old woman after swallowing the food in his mouth. He was just looking for a topic to chat, and had no other meaning.

But the old woman listened to Cheerchen's words, the knife and fork that were cutting the pork slices suddenly stopped. She looked at Cheerchen, and when she saw Cheorchen's calm expression, she said with a smile. : "The bread in the world has the same taste. My bread is made with flour from my own mill."

　　 At this time, Pidro stood up again. He filled the glass in front of him, and then said loudly, "I am here on behalf of my nephew and everyone, thank you and your sons for the warm hospitality. May God bless you forever. "

　　 After finishing speaking, Pietro drank a slow glass of wine in one sip.

　　 Other people also raised their wine glasses one after another, and drank them, whether they were full or not.

　　 Although the food on the table is monotonous, the wine is plentiful. Especially when the old woman saw that Pietro and Fydot love to drink so much, she kept persuading them to drink.

　　 "Come, come. Have another drink." The fourth son of the old woman raised the glass and toasted Pidro. Before him, the other sons of the old woman had taken turns drinking with Piedro.

　　 "Of course, of course I have to have another drink. Whoever doesn't drink is a puppy." Although Pedro was talking big, he was obviously a little drunk. When he said the puppy, his finger was pointed in Chechen's direction.

　　 And Fedot is not much better, his cheeks are flushed, and the hand that grabs the wine glass has fiddled with it on the dining table for several times before holding the wine glass.

　　 Inside, Cheerchen and Fatima stayed sober in this way. Cheerchen has a simple attitude towards wine because of his youth. But Fatima was a ***, in the doctrine of ***, it was originally forbidden to drink.

　　 "Young man, do you have a few more drinks too."

　　 But Cheerchen's refusal to drink does not mean that no one persuaded him to drink. The fourth son of the old woman put his goal on Cheerchen after paying respect to Pidro.

　　 "No, no. I'm not good at drinking." Cheerchen said, standing up to avoid.

　　 Just now, he understood the old woman's family's ability to persuade wine--their family's refusal to buy wine is really wrong.

　　 "Old mother, do these weapons belong to your family?"

　　 In order to avoid drinking, Tetsuchen walked from the dining table to the fireplace, pretending to admire the sword on the wall.

　　 "Of course, these are passed down from generation to generation in our family." Since her mouth is full of food~www.readwn.com~ the old woman said vaguely.

　　 Tetsuchen looked at the sword hanging on the wall, his eyes attracted by the two weapons. One of these is a flame sword. This two-handed sword was once very popular in Germany and is almost a symbol of German mercenaries. This flame sword is obviously from the hands of famous swordsmen, and the sword is also etched with a pair of horses. The other is a slender sword, which is very similar to the "hummingbird" that Cheorchen lost, but the craftsmanship is even better. For the sake of excellence, there is an emblem with three sheep's heads on the hilt.

　　 Suddenly, Tetsuchen remembered something. A cold sweat broke out on his back.

　　 "Oh, old mother. I'm full, I'm going to ask Michael to come over and have something to eat." Cheerchen turned around and tried to put on a natural expression and said to the old woman.

"go Go."

　　 Tetsuchen hurried out of the room, he felt that his back was almost drenched with sweat.

　　 Tetsuchen walked quickly to the only room with a light on. That is where Michael and the wounded old man rest.

　　 "Michael!" Cheerchen opened the door and shouted.

　　 Inside the house, Michael was talking to the old man. The old man's expression has improved a lot, he can sit up, but he is still very weak.

　　 "What's the matter? Tetsuchen." Michael turned his head and asked.

　　 Tetsuchen just wanted to talk. At this time, the old man said in a weak but majestic voice: "Go and pour me a bowl of fish soup, I'm hungry."

　　 "There is no fish soup." Although he knew that what he was going to say was more important, Cheechen was still frightened by the old man's majesty and replied unconsciously.

　　 "No fish soup?"

　　 "No. Only bread and salt." Tetsuchen added.

　　 "Unexpectedly, I am still dying here."

　　 The old man shook his head and said.