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When Ogno hurried back to the palace of the city guard, he found that Algernon had not left the banquet room.

He sat at the table with his back straight, his fingers slowly moving along the rim of the teacup, and his eyes were deep, like a deep pool of water.

"You're back?"

Algernon spotted Ogno early on, and it was a long time before he let out a soft sigh.

"My lord, what's wrong with you?"

Seeing the abnormality of Algernon's appearance, Ogno couldn't help but be curious.

"It was completely unexpected."

Algernon took a sip of tea and smiled bitterly.

"Do you know what kind of man the enslaved by the mysterious apothecary we suspect is?"

He?

As Ogno pondered with suspicion, Algernon confided a shocking message.

"He's a high-ranking swordsman."

"A superior swordsman?"

Ognor's eyes widened and he cried out in shock......

"Yes."

As he spoke, Algernon slowly recounted what had happened during the banquet.

Sometimes, the truth is often difficult for people to accept, and at the same time it is inexplicably confusing.

"Death has never been so close to us, and we are like stupid and funny clowns in the face of death."

The tea was bitter, as bitter as Algernon was feeling now, and Ogno didn't drink it, but he felt the bitterness too.

"Your Excellency... At least we had a windfall of what we had hoped for. ”

"Yes, but after a brief moment of surprise excitement, I couldn't help but fall into a deep panic." Algernon lowered his head and stared blankly at the green in the teacup on the table.

"What are you worried about, my lord?" Ogno asked heavily.

"I don't know ......"

Thinking of the faint murderous intent exuded by the man pressing the hilt of his sword on his waist at the banquet table, Algernon suddenly shuddered.

"They're so dangerous, even if I feel their kindness, I can't be at peace."

"Your Excellency, don't you want to leave Kanros? Would you like to stay in this bitter cold and desolate frontier forever? Ogno took a deep breath and said.

"No!"

Algernon's spirit was shocked, and his eyes stared at Ogno with burning eyes, and his gray eyes revealed incomparable perseverance!

"I've had enough of here! I can't stand life here anymore! Even if I have supreme power in Kanros, this qiē is based on the grace of Viscount Farrante, and if one day this favor is forgotten by Viscount Farrant, my fate will be worse than anyone else! ”

"So why worry about adults, every opportunity is accompanied by risk, if we don't have the courage to take this risk, the opportunity will quietly leave our side!" Ogno raised his chest and said loudly: "Now, my lord, this is the best time for you to leave Kanlos, and I am willing to follow the side of the lord to share the weal and woe, and sacrifice my life to serve the death!" ”

Algernon stood up suddenly, as if aroused by Ogno's words!

"That's right! At this time, no one can stop me from leaving Kandros! I'm going to go back to Viscount Frank, I'm going to fight for more power that belongs to me! ”

"My lord! In that case, when are we going to inform the Viscount of the matter? ”

Calm down a bit, Ogno said.

"In the next two days, Lord Viscount Farrant's caravan will most likely return from Adria's side, and I will follow the caravan with them to Telalo at that time!"

Sitting back in his chair, Algernon said calmly with a normal expression.

"Shall we not inform Viscount Farrant for the time being?" Ognor wondered.

"We'll inform Viscount Farrant, but not now." Algernon Road.

"Why?" Ogno asked.

"Because I want to surprise Lord Viscount Farrant."

……

As Arrien slowly opened his eyes, there was a grogginess in his head, which he knew was the after-effects of alcohol, and he was used to it.

Covering his head, he struggled to his feet from the bed, and stared blankly at the empty and shabby room, in which there were hardly any utensils, not even a chair, for he had already sold them for wine.

He was reminiscing, reminiscing about what had happened last night, recalling how he had suddenly fallen into his home.

Vaguely, he seemed to think of a person, a young and handsome man.

He forgot why he wanted to provoke the other party, and he forgot why he wanted to swing his fist at each other.

But the result -

The man who fell seemed to be himself.

Reaching out and resting on the aching abdomen, the vague memory fragments gradually became clear.

Arrien shook his head and smiled bitterly, if it wasn't for the other party's mercy last night, I'm afraid he would be dead by now.

He was not afraid of death, for his heart had died long ago.

After several unsuccessful suicide attempts, Arion is like a numb shell without a soul, he doesn't know where his future lies, he doesn't know what the meaning of his life is......

With a rumbling of hunger, Arion staggered to the door, opened the simple door, and the scorching midday sun shone on his pale face, stinging his eyes.

With one hand between his foreheads, the next moment, he staggered slowly through the streets.

The people in the streets would simply say hello when they saw him, but Arrien walked on without paying any attention to him, knowing that everyone looked at him with pity and sympathy, and he was disgusted, disgusted with the hypocrisy and kindness they showed!

When he was falsely imprisoned by Algernon, the city guard, none of the neighbors were willing to lend a hand, because none of them had the courage to offend Algernon, and his wife pleaded and rushed to the scene, which eventually led to an unfortunate end.

He hated Algernon, but he hated these timid and fearful neighbors who stood by and watched!

Before he knew it, he had arrived at the Mintok Hotel.

After that incident, Arrion lost his source of livelihood completely, for no one in Canlos would have been willing to hire a fellow who had offended Algernon, and by now, if it had not been for the relief of Bart, the innkeeper of Mintok, he would probably have starved to death by now.

"Arion, are you here?"

The young waiter in charge of the reception in front of the hotel saw him and exclaimed familiarly.

"Well, please give me a glass of water, I'm thirsty right now." Arrien nodded at him, his voice hoarse.

"Okay, I'll stop by the kitchen and get you some food later." The young squire smiled and walked into the lobby.

Slowly walking to the table and chair at the hotel counter, Arion looked at Bart who was buried in the ledger and said softly, "Bart, I'm sorry for the trouble I caused you last night. ”

Bart raised his head, looked at the pale Arion and shook his head and sighed, "As long as you're okay, by the way, if you see the person you offended last night, please apologize to him." ”

"I see."

With that, Arion sat numbly on the table and chair beside him, staring blankly at the door.

When he doesn't drink, he seems to be unusually quiet, but when he drinks, he seems to be a different person.

Bart looked at Arion's tall figure and sighed inwardly, and when he turned his head, he suddenly noticed a familiar person in his sight.

It's him? (To be continued.) )