Earl Walker and Baron Zax had been passing glasses in the hall on the second floor of the small castle of Sharp House, and they did not pay any attention to the rapid passage of time and the hourglass that had long since ceased to quicksand, although the wanderers and guides in the sky had quietly risen above the night sky guided by the star of dawn, and the red-crowned trees planted in the courtyard outside the window of the small castle were ringing sound. The two of them were obviously unstoppable by anything, and the two of them felt like old friends who hadn't seen each other for many years, and they found more common topics that they were keen to discuss: from the establishment of the Grinster dynasty to the decline; From the usurpation of the throne by Segal I to the ambition of Segal II; From what I have seen and heard over the years, to the agreement of the two to cooperate. These common topics are almost universal. Soon, there was one or two laughs and clinking glasses.

For the sixth time, the baron's servant had replaced the candlestick with new ash, and the roast turkey held up on the plate had been reduced to a pile of loose bone racks, and the empty bottle of Siscont was tumbling and tumbling under their slightly trembling feet.

Earl Walker and Baron Zacks were flushed, and even in the light of the yellowish candlelight, they even moved their seats together, squeezing each other's hands or flapping their legs to signal the common ground they had found and the offensive and defensive alliance they had formed during their drinking.

"Wine is such an amazing thing that can pull the two of us together." Baron Zax burped, and the strong smell of wine greeted him like Earl Walker.

"Zax! Now I finally get to know you. Earl Walker gripped Baron Zax's hand, his face flushed like the rising sun, "Oh, your mind looks a little more delicate than mine. ”

"Walker, don't compliment me, I didn't see that you were the person you are now, I used to think you were stupid to the point of not being saved." Baron Zax laughed, he was already the same as when he first saw Earl Yafen, his face was as red as Count Walker's.

"It was just my blind self-confidence at the instigation of traitors. Now that I think about all the ridiculous and outrageous things I did before, I felt like I wanted to dig a hole in the ground and jump into it. Actually, I'd like to go back in time to govern Yafen with my current mentality, maybe the bastard Horton or the bastard with the crown on his head can just stare at me, and I won't end up where I am today. Earl Walker's lips were tightly closed, and his eyes were hazy with tears for a moment, "What do you say?" Alas, there is something wrong with the front line. Let's just put it this way, now I'm in a dilemma, you know, and there's almost no place for me to step on the huge road! How pitiful. Being an earl has done his part. ”

"I hope you can keep that mindset up all the time. Walker Easttham. His Excellency the Earl of Affenburg, the man on the silver chair. It was much better than me, and when I infiltrated Murred, I was mistaken for a beggar by the people. At least you've got the horse and Coulosius with you, that guy is a good fellow, and when he first came here two years ago, I could tell that this guy was going to be able to do great things in the future! Zax held his head in one hand and looked at the candlelight of the white wax. The candlelight illuminated his slightly scarred face, "As he spoke, he ran away, and I said that scars are the glory of men." Hey, I'm already paralyzed by alcohol, and I can't help myself. ”

The sound of snoring came from Zacks' nostrils, and the vibration of the sound made Walker's eyes start to sleep, and he just heard Zacks keep whispering, "Oh, I said you." ”

"I'm going to do what we talked about at today's table when I get back to Jarfenburg, and I'm going to turn Perland into a corridor for your smuggling. This will give your caravan a protective barrier. And we at Yafen can also benefit from your trading. This was your proposal two years ago, and now it's just a new wine in an old bottle. Hahaha. Earl Walker lay down on the round table, as if he had been too tired and had drunk too much Sisconte, and immediately fell asleep, and occasionally uttered a questioning murmur or two, "Do you hear that?" Zax Sharpculosius, you're a bastard. ”

The rooster crow in the early morning was very harsh, Earl Walker reluctantly opened his eyes from a drunken dream, the light of the sun climbing up the treetops outside the window was a little dazzling, and the surrounding scene was not the wine table on the second floor of the Sharp House where he slept, he looked at the interior of the strange house around him suspiciously, the old-fashioned mahogany furniture in the mahogany house looked very neat, he rolled over from the bed, he got dressed at a great speed, and brought the sword resting on the weapon rack and the sword of Easttim with the curly blade, Pushing open the hidden door, he was dazed and bumped into Colossius who was carrying a basin of water, only to hear a 'clang', and the metal basin was knocked to the ground by this sudden full bosom, and the water in the basin was also sprinkled on the ground.

"Ah, I finally got a basin of water. Lord Rogge. Culosius's clothes looked terrible, he was soaked from head to toe, his mouth was wide open, and he didn't look like anything special about it, because his face was still so rosy, "You made my clothes look like this again." ”

"I remember having a drink with Zax yesterday. How did I get here, I thought it was Sharp House. Earl Walker patted his head, "Hey, a bit of a headache." Isn't it just clear water? ”

"The House of Sharp is on that Mount Sharp in front of you and behind me! You're in Murred, outside the gates of Arno's one-eyed caravan's secret stronghold! Kurosius smiled slightly, "Yesterday you and the baron drank too much wine, and I heard from the baronial servant of the House of Sharp that the two of you actually drank a full twenty bottles of Saskant. Looking back now, I don't know how the One-Eyed Dragon and I were able to pull the two of you out of the hall at that time, maybe by dragging and dragging! Remember what you did to me? Ah, what a terrible thing, Your Excellency! ”

"I don't remember any clip of me walking out of Sharp House at all. During that time, it felt like it didn't exist at all. Earl Walker's dark brown eyes were a little evasive of Coulosius's eyes, and he looked very embarrassed, as if he vaguely remembered something, "You said that I made your clothes look like this again." ”

"That's good! You vomited all the wine you drank into my clothes last night, and I was almost drunk with the wine you spit out! You're still saying I'm not a loyal person, and I'm going to take you deep into the tiger's den of Sharp's House, where you and Lord Zax used to be rivals or something—I don't know if I understand it right, and you're going to play the opposite joke than I expected. Obviously, this is not a tiger's den, but a wine pool, and His Excellency Zax is really fighting with you for hundreds of rounds of rivalry. Oh, by the way, you also said that you were going to give me the Perland Wasteland as a territory, and then you kicked me in the ass with your foot all the time. It wasn't until I threw you on horseback that I rode the white snow to carry you out of Sharp Mountain. You know, even Whitesnow fell in love with me, and kept licking my clothes! Kurosius laughed, "Lord Rogge, I hope your words are not to draw me a map of Perland—your words must be fulfilled!" Although the Badland of Perland is considered a wasteland by the Earl of Jafen, it is a prime location for me, a paradise for smugglers, and a golden corridor for smuggling! ”

"Oh, okay. Since I have said so, I will seal the Wasteland of Perland to you. I don't know what that Zax Sharp guy has drunk. The corners of Earl Walker's mouth began to turn up slightly, "I remember that he was drunk on the round table for a moment before me." ”

"Ha, forget it, only what Count Yafen says counts. Oh, you say, Your Excellency the Baron is so similar to your drunkenness! When the baron was helped out by the one-eyed dragon Arno, he held your hand tightly and shouted at his dead brother from Baron Bill. He was crying and laughing and drunk, smashing the bottle, sometimes laughing, sometimes crying, and he ripped off the one-eyed dragon's eye mask and put it on his head, and then, just like you, kicked Arno in the ass, I feel that the drunkenness of the two of you is completely a style carved out of a mold! This time it was time for Cullosius to feel very embarrassed, he reached out and touched his buttocks, his brow furrowed, "Hey, I don't know if my ass is still in condition and can ride the Whitesnow, Lord Rogge." ”

"What? Isn't it still early to ride the White Snow? Sunrise in the treetops. Are we going to get out of here now? Earl Walker put away his smile, a puzzled look appeared in his dark brown eyes, and then he stuck out his tongue, "I have mixed tastes in my stomach now, can I eat and drink something?" ”

"It's only time to nibble on some dry food after getting on the horse. Arno whispered to me last night that we had to get out of here by noon today's damn noon, and that the cavalry regiment of the King's Army, who had requested a search for Murred, had returned to the royal city to request a search order from the King's handwriting. Our men disguised as the Karkhand infantry are ostensibly cooperating with these King's soldiers in the search, and now they have been led to Sharp Hill, where the baron is, but the search will not take too long, see this basin of water I brought? If you're not awake, I'll put water on it to wake you up! Now there is no one at the door of Murred, so we have to leave as soon as possible. After Curosius finished speaking, he took Count Walker to the secret stable next to the Murred smuggling stronghold, and took out the mounts of the two of them, and Dotting and Whitesnow were like a natural pair of black and white, "Get on the horse, let's go." He walked towards Al Hailino North Senri, which was directly opposite Murred. This path is familiar to me. ”

"That's the rhythm of running." Earl Walker pursed his lips, turned back to the secret stronghold of Murred Arno's caravan and packed his belongings, he turned on his horse, and ran with Cullosius towards Murred's gate. Murred's red dirt roads were littered with horseshoe prints, and it seemed that the King's cavalry had come to search for him, "It seems that the rhythm is correct." ”