Bivin, who returned to his residence under the moonlight, had a muddy head. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 infoAll he was thinking about at this moment was the golden sunset, the throne on the top of the castle, and the people on the throne. He couldn't even remember what Dane had said to him and what he had answered when he had just knelt under the throne.

Back at the residence, Reddish saw him with a very bad face, and hurriedly walked up, opening his mouth to ask something, but was stopped by Bivin.

"I'm so tired now, I'll talk about something later."

Seeing that Biwen looked haggard as if he had been ****ed, not like he was perfunctory, Reddish could only put his mind down and didn't bother him.

Biwen, who was lying on the bed, was obviously groggy and couldn't sleep. He was still thinking back to the short time he had seen Dane at the top of the castle.

A cool breeze of early spring, mixed with the smell of yellow sand peculiar to the wasteland, blew in through the window. Bivin, who was lying on the bed, shivered, and his mind suddenly recovered.

He began to be able to remember what had happened under the throne, but it was precisely because of this sobriety that he had added a touch of awe to Dane.

He could now vividly recall the vast pressure that rose from the bottom of his heart under the sunset over the wasteland, when he faced Dane, who had never let him see his face clearly. He even had the feeling of seeing Governor Ozer for the first time and being deeply impressed by it.

For this idea that rose in his heart, Biwen felt a little funny.

Lying on the bed, he said with his mouth slightly open: "It's really interesting, what kind of character is Governor Ouze?" Can it be compared to Dane? ”

This sentence is more like a kind of self-comfort and deception, but the effect is not good, under the self-talk, not only failed to comfort himself, but felt that the shadow left in his heart became bigger.

In such a mood, Bivin, who has the title of 'Condor', didn't sleep all night.

……

While Bivin was lying in bed and sleepless all night, in Dane's private living room, Chappell was talking incoherently with excitement.

“…… It's amazing, Dane, don't you see the look of the guy named Biwen when he goes back. It's funny, so arrogant before, after seeing you once, I'm like a frightened quail. Hey, I'm really curious, what did you tell him when he was at the top of the castle? ”

Dane shrugged his shoulders and said, "I didn't say anything to him, I just greeted Governor Ozer and asked him to hand over General Morno's body for us to dispose of. ”

Chappell's eyes widened and asked, "Did he say yes?" ”

"Of course I agreed."

"This ......" Chappell looked incredulous, indeed shocked.

Looking at Bivin's appearance, you can know that the reason why he came to White Wolf Castle with Morno's corpse and Reddis, who snatched back Morno's body, was not to follow the influence of that dead person and a living person in White Wolf Castle to do things? In this case, if you don't come up with something practical, how can you let people give up these two most critical things so easily?

He asked the question, but this time, Dane didn't answer him.

The shaping of atmosphere, scenes, and psychology, although Dane does not have a perfect theory to support him, does not prevent him from being able to use them skillfully in actual scenes. When Dane met Bivon at the top of the castle, he first used the way of forcing the other party to take the stairs in front of him to kill his will, and then from the timing of the selection, as well as the grasp of the scene, even including the huge bell, and the shout that forced Biven to kneel behind, all of them had been thought about a long time ago.

The effect Dane was still quite satisfied, and when Biwen really couldn't bear the psychological pressure and knelt down, Dane knew that all his requirements would be met.

Dane changed the subject and said, "Tomorrow morning, you take someone to the hotel where that guy is staying, and bring back General Morno's body to me." We are going to have a decent funeral, and General Morno deserves the respect he deserves after his death. It's just that I don't want to see those two guys at the funeral, and I don't need me to teach you other public opinions. ”

He patted Chappell on the shoulder and said, "I'll leave this matter to you, I'm sure you can handle it." ”

"Okay, no problem." Chappell nodded and took on the task. Morno's funeral must be done well, on the one hand, whether it is himself or Dane, he also has this thought. Needless to say, he had been with Morno for so long. For Dane, Morno can be regarded as a friend, and it is not a big deal for him to be able to have today, but he can also ride the wind of Morno's crusade and give him a decent and grand funeral.

As for, on the other hand, there are some practical interest considerations.

In the past few days of Dane's absence, Bivin and Reddis have indeed been more uplifted in Cousin Wolf Castle. There must be a way to end those rumors that go out. And wouldn't it be a very good way to use a funeral of respect to declare the end of the Morno era and the beginning of the era of Dane?

"That's right." Chappell suddenly asked again, "What are we going to do with Biwon and Reddis?" ”

Dane sneered and said, "Let them stay in the inn honestly, and they are not allowed to step out of the hotel at any time except for the day they left the White Wolf Castle!" ”

"What about them?"

"Just the two of them, how much more trouble can they make in White Wolf Castle? As long as you don't kill people, you can do anything. ”

"Okay, I'll send someone to watch day and night."

Dane waved his hand and motioned for Chappell to leave. It was enough for him to handle these chores, and Dane didn't bother to bother with anything else in this regard.

After Chapur left, he sank his mind into the Imperial Tower of the "Heart of Dynasty" system, opened the game interface, looked at the already full building sequence, then looked at the full training quota in the training buildings of each class, and then looked at the gold coins that seemed to be gradually stretched thin because of this big development plan, and sighed in his heart.

"It seems that the pace of expansion should be slowed down a little faster......

He poured himself a glass of wine and stood at the window with the glass, staring in the direction of Shawan Harbor to the west. (To be continued.) )