As Alan drove his mount into the main street of Assyria, a breeze swept through the bell on the top floor of the temple and brought a vague chorus to accompany it, and the devotional Sanskrit chanta, which seemed ancient and solemn, together with the white doves that pierced the sky, made the ancient city of Assyria proud in the sunset. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Along the streets, countless polished marble buildings are receding.

If you look closely, the walls are carved in relief by artisans, with pointed double-vaulted roofs, flowered windows and paintings, decorated with various motifs, and the horses' hooves are treaded on a well-repaired marble foundation, which is almost spotless.

They rode long along the endless main street, and finally dismounted in front of a towering castle, and Quanti led them around the other side, up the spiraling stone steps to the gate.

The depth of the gate is staggering, with a large number of reliefs carved on the top and sides, and the guards standing tall and tall by the marble columns, and the moment they step through the gate, the three people who first enter the castle have the illusion of being sucked in, rather than entering.

"Lord Quanti, where does the Archon live?" muttered Alan as he looked at the extravagant decorations.

"Yes, the king of Assyria was still young, and Lord White would live here until he was an adult and took a wife. Quanti explained with a smile. He led the three of them around the corner into another long passageway.

The meeting took place in a side hall.

It was not, as Quanti claimed, that White was not seated in a chair when they entered the oval-vaulted room, and Quanti had led them here before leaving the side hall.

Alan looked up at the frighteningly high rooftop, wondering why such a large space felt heavy.

The buttresses of the side hall stood like thick tree trunks in the forest, and the rows of high flowered windows were stamped with some kind of coat of arms, which looked like some kind of weapon, or a farmer's sickle, and a long table with quill pens and inkstones, and some parchment medallions.

The three of them waited for a long time in the incense of citrus and cloves, so long that Sersi was already snoring.

"Three valiant knights—"

An impassioned voice appeared outside the door, followed by the sound of a heavy door being pushed open.

Alan and Mike, who were already impatient, stood up, and Sersi raised his head with sleepy eyes.

"Good day, Execution—"

"You must be the legendary Lord Alan Dalton!" a man in fancy clothes shouted at Allen, his voice high-pitched and magnetic, his movements and tone of voice as if he were talking to an old acquaintance.

Before Allen could react, the man stepped forward directly and gave a hug, like a surprise of a reunion between old friends.

"You—"

"Looks like I guessed right!" the man raised his eyebrows excitedly, his voice still high-pitched, "Then this must be Captain Selcy!" He turned to look at Selsey with a dazed face, and then shouted in a higher tone, "I have heard of your reputation, I have heard that you once killed a black bear with your bare hands! and led a group of unarmed poor ghosts to help Barton overthrow Sam's regime!

"I—"

"Hey, guys, don't stand! Come on, sit down!" he walked briskly to the end of the long table and sat down in his chair with a happy face.

The three of them glanced at each other, sat down at the table with blank expressions, and the side hall was immersed in a brief silence.

The man's eyes swayed back and forth between the three of them, his hands kept rubbing each other, and the smile on his face seemed to be seeing a close friend he hadn't seen for many years, and his joy was indescribable.

"Persistence—"

"Yes, you guessed it right, I'm White, the ruling king!" the man quickly interrupted Allen, throwing a gentle smile at him.

Alan let out a sigh of relief, leaned back in his chair a little helplessly, and then looked back at the dome.

"Lady Huai!" Selcie deliberately raised his voice, "We-"

"Yes, that's right, I know what you're trying to say!" White interrupted excitedly, "That's why I'm asking you to come, and ask the three of you to help me, this question has been bothering me for a long time!"

Alan lowered his head and rolled his eyes. "What is this guy doing?" he asked Mike softly, "He used to be a circus clown?"

"Who knows, he's really the ruler of Assyria?" Mike turned his head.

"It's a fake!" White threw a smile at Mike.

"I'm sorry, Master White, can you hear what we're talking about?" Alan said.

"No, guessed to be exact. White held up a finger and smiled, "I can predict everything, but only if I want to know." ”

"Please don't interrupt me again, can you?" Ignoring White's smile, Alan warned him in a very serious tone, as if he were in the council hall of Nippur, and the person sitting in front of him was nothing more than a comedian.

"Oh! of course! I'm sorry!" White smiled and nodded, his voice still high-pitched.

"Now that you know everything, you know what we're here for. Alan continued.

"Of course!" White stood up, "but before I can do that, I need to clarify one thing, which may help me in my next request!" he changed his tone to a slightly sincere tone, "Dear Captain Selcy!" He paused, then cleared his throat, "I deeply regret the incident at the Nipur Dam, believe it or not, I have to clarify to you here, this matter has nothing to do with Assyria!"

Sersi furrowed a frown. "What did you say?" he snorted, "What about the Tielin Army?"

"Captain Sercy, how many armies did you encounter before the torrent arrived?!" White raised his jaw haughtily.

"Three," replied Sersi, "they laid siege to the Confederate army. ”

"Is there a Tielin among them?" White then asked him.

Sersi thought for a moment. "Nope. He said.

"Can you please imagine if this matter is really related to us Assyria, why didn't the Iron Forest Army participate in the siege?" White finished speaking, turning his gaze to the other side, "Lord Alan, please also think about it, if this is really our Assyria's doing, why do we destroy the city of Nippur, and what do we gain by doing so?"

"With all due respect, Master White. Sersi stood up, "You have previously sent a letter to form an alliance with our Nippur, but the conditions offered—"

"That's right, I wrote that letter. Skepticism admitted, and interrupted, "But have you ever thought about it? Nearly fifty percent of Assyria's foreign trade comes from Nipur, and if we covet the territory of Nipur, why should we flood the main city? In doing so, we will gain nothing, and we will take the lives of countless soldiers!"

Sersi blushed, but held back for a long time and didn't say anything.

"I swear to the three of you as the god Namu and as the ruler! This matter has nothing to do with us Assyria!" White cried, his voice regaining its original pitch.