At the evaluation meeting at the turn of the summer and autumn in Entle, one bad news after another made the current Earl of Yafen, Colossius, not feel better at all, and the same was true for Walker, the Duke of Ella. One is that the trading base of Sharp Hill was discovered by Segal II, but fortunately, Baron Zax Sharp, who moved out of the territory with King Linston and re-established himself in Niermont to avoid trouble, and second, Baron Sword, Gaelde, was attacked and killed in the middle of attending the assessment meeting. The meeting ended in embarrassment, and Count Coulosius, Earl of Yafen, had to say a hurried farewell to Walker, Duke of Ella, who had wanted to stay in Entre for a few days to catch up with his old friends, but it was impossible for Walker, who was busy with official business, to spare such cramped time to do something unrelated to government affairs.

Cullosius was completely aware of these troublesome things, and he fully understood Walker's situation. After putting himself in the shoes of his good friend, His Royal Highness the Duke, he had to say a hurried goodbye to Walker, the Duke of Ella, in a terrible and embarrassing mood.

From the eastern edge of the Entre woods, the Ella Mountains stretch endlessly, and only two canyons gently cut it off, one is the Horn Mountain Entre Border Canyon, which is like a redundant mountain trail leading to Woodbank in the north of Entle; The other is the Moore Gorge, west of which is the small village town of Niermont at the foot of the White Mountain, and to the east is the Red Mountain, a clay mountain with a panoramic view of Jaffenburg from the top of the hill.

Colossius took Yafen's attendants out of the city from the east gate of Entre, and in the wild run of dozens of miles, he let the fresh wind blow his face to the fullest, and outside the alluvial plain of Entre, the mountains and rivers were companions, and the forests of Entre retreated quickly behind him, only in this way might he be able to leave behind the loss and backfire in his heart.

"This time, I don't want to go back to Jaffenburg right away, I'm going to visit another old friend who is visiting me. Maybe he's already there. Looking at the welcoming scenery of Mount Ella, Culosius's mind flew back to a few years ago, which was a vague and quiet red land.

The rapid running made Culosius's mount, Whitesnow, so tired that he began to shake his head, and the squire's ordinary military horses would rather be whipped than run again.

"I'll have to rest at the Horn Mountain Post House in front of me, my lord." The Yafen attendants shrugged their shoulders, "If we continue to run like this, it is estimated that in another three or four quarters, we will only be able to see your friends with our feet." ”

"How far is the Horn Mountain Inn?" Culosius was expressionless, and the only thing he had was his usual red face.

"Oh, there is Horn Mountain in front, where there is a boundary monument at the junction of Entre and White Town, don't go forward after seeing the boundary monument, turn a corner and it will be the post house, and it will be half a foot from here to there." The Yafen attendants looked at the Thousand Mountains of Ayla, and Kurosius looked in the direction, and there was indeed a narrow road in the distance. A faint timber-framed manor building is slightly exposed.

"That's it. White snow, eat your fill in a little while. Coolosius touched Whitesnow's mane, in his eyes, this snow-white steppe horse is not only a mount, but more importantly, for him, the Sword of Easttime and Whitesnow hanging from his waist are two treasures, symbolizing his encounter with Walker Easttam when he was born as a commoner, symbolizing the mutual support between him and Walker Easttem, and symbolizing his most precious friendship with Walker.

"Go ahead, the inn ahead." Along the horse path, the horses walked slowly, until they saw the boundary monument between White Town and Entle and turned north there, and the lone wooden structure came into view of Colossius and his attendants.

The rudimentary door of the inn was covered with messy cobwebs, the wooden stables were covered with moss and dead vines, a few old brown horses were tethered to the wooden stalls, and a middle-aged stableman was stretching out his fat hands to add bales of dead grass to the stone trough.

It wasn't until he heard the clanging of the horseshoe outside the humble inn that he threw away the hay in his hand and turned to Count Colossius and their attendants, "But at last you have arrived, Your Excellency." There are good horses and rooms here. Yo, there's a little less of a number. ”

"Stable, remember to feed my horses!" Colossius himself put away the whip and stuck it in his waist, gently patted Whitesnow's neck, and kissed it. Immediately, he carefully took out ten copper coins from his money bag and handed them to the middle-aged stableman who came to greet him at the inn.

"Your Excellency is such a thrifty man. From the backwoods of Jaffina, right? Although the middle-aged horse herd had a smile on his face, his tone was a little sour, "Your Excellency, it is difficult to collect forage in Horn Mountain. ”

"Either way, it's your duty. I'll pay you double the forage money. Coulosius didn't plan to communicate anything with the middle-aged stable, and strode towards the inn.

"Your Excellency, all I can say is sorry. Some of your Excellency have already booked this inn today, and they may be on their way to the hotel now. Sorry I just recognized the wrong person. The middle-aged stableman turned and stopped Count Culosius.

"What a little stableman is rude! Dare to block His Excellency the Earl from entering the museum! The attendants of Count Colossius jumped down from their horses and surrounded them, and they all looked at Count Colossius and began to coax, "Lord, let me make this impudent cockroach for you." ”

"Guards, guards!" The middle-aged stable, frightened by these attendants, retreated and shouted, like a helpless young child who has been bullied, screaming loudly.

"This is the territory of His Royal Highness the Duke! Who dares to mess around here? Several Horn Mountain soldiers who were guarding the inn also rushed out of the inn, and the curator in a light gray linen robe was obviously among them, until they were slightly relieved when they saw that it was Yafen's diagonal striped coat of arms.

Seeing that the situation was not good, the stableman took advantage of the situation to drill into the curator's side and whispered to the curator, "Those attendants said that your Excellency in front of this white horse was an earl, but they only gave me ten copper forage money. A great nobleman of status and status like an earl would be so stingy? I think it's like a bunch of bandits with evil intentions. ”

The curator didn't speak, but looked up and down at the Lord he was facing, and he looked carefully from head to toe before finally breathing a sigh of relief.

"Are you blind? Don't you all see the Yafen diagonal stripe on their chests? The pale sapphire's one-handed saber is the sword of Easttham, a status symbol! The curator raised his hand like a horse herd punching the head, but even so, he inadvertently showed a contemptuous smile on his face, as if he had expressed his thoughts.

"I do, however, hear that the present Earl of Japhin was once a farmer on the estates of Parma. I also don't want to receive such an honorable person. Count Coulosius was to the point of understatement.

"No, of course not." The curator's face changed dramatically, his eyebrows jumping up and down and his knotted tongue showing his embarrassment at a glance, and even the court jesters would be ashamed of anyone who could make such an expression.

"Well, we don't seem to have much to say." Kurosius waved his hand impatiently at the curator, motioning for him to hurry up and get out of his sight.

"Your Excellency Earl of Yafen, my inn is only that large, and you see, it is not unfortunate that another nobleman has booked our inn today, and I swear by my faith in the goddess Arcana that what I said is true. However, we will give you enough forage for your warhorse! The little man with a changeable expression did not let Cullosius get his wish, but pretended to be respectful and walked up to him and spread his fat hands to him.

"I think—may Your Excellency Jason be going to pass through here or stay here today?" Culosius snorted, and the attendants behind him laughed even more at Culosius's question.

"Oh, of course it's not that honorable Excellency" The curator subconsciously clutched the bulging money bag tied around his waist, which obviously contained a large deposit that did not match his identity.

"It must be a big donor. I'm curious about which great nobleman south of Mount Ella is so generous. That's enough gold to eat meat for a decade. Those shrewd eyes seemed to see through what was in the money bag tied to the belt of the curator's linen robe, and the curator's roe deer eyes clearly shot a greedy light.

"We'll talk about that later, Lord Count. I have to teach the soldiers behind me a lesson. Tell me, you soldiers of Horn Mountain, commoners and nobles, nobles and nobles are forbidden to fight! Didn't you rabbit cubs read the new decree issued by His Royal Highness the Duke in Entre properly? Are you guys holding those rusty blunt swords ready to decorate the façade? Quickly bring up a stool to rest His Excellency the Count of Yafin. The curator changed the subject, and immediately avoided the insightful eyes of Count Colossius, and only looked back at his soldiers and waved his hand, and then turned his face and grabbed the stable's ear with one hand, "And you go and fatten the horses of Your Excellency the Earl for me, and I will let you go home and farm if you lose half a weight!" ”

"You haven't answered my question yet. I don't need a reason to slash people with the sword of Easttem at my waist. Tired of the curator's answer, he pointed to the sword at his waist, and his cold tone sounded like a direct death threat, "If you can't tell why, just put one of them on charges such as embezzling His Royal Highness's property or plundering people's property, and let you post house pawns go to Arcana's spiritual temple to report!" ”

"Speak quickly!" The attendants roared loudly, at least so that the soldiers of the Hornhill Post House behind the curator stood with their heads held high and stood like cedars, and even the soldiers who went to bring stools to Count Culosius ran as fast as apes foraging in the woods.