They chose a place on the hillside behind the house. Under a sentry tree with two people hugging each other, Toller dug a large pit with his own hands, and Lawrence carved 'Loyal Gary' on the stone tombstone, and then watched a spade of earth cover the old man until it became a grave, and he did not say a word more.www.biquge.info

After that, they spent another half day in the dilapidated manor. Lawrence took charge and dismissed the servants who served Gary Sr. In fact, there were only four people, a cook, a lumberjack, and two young men doing rough work. After this, he instructed the brothers to take the farm animals with them.

The procession set out in the early afternoon, and the knights flowed over the gate where the animal skulls were hung. Sonny, as usual, rode next to Uncle Lawrence, with Sercy and Steven still at the back of the line. They followed the new map provided by Old Gary and headed southeast.

On the branches of ancient trees, the rain drips like slow dew, with a gentle rhythm. In front of them, the creek was overflowing, covered with notes and dead leaves, but luckily Lake, who had set out first, had found a ferry crossing large enough for men and horses to wade. The water at the ferry flooded the horse's belly, and the boots they had managed to dry last night were wet again.

"Lord Lawrence," said Sonny quietly as they rode through the hills again, "he had no wife or children, and his old age was not hard, but it was tedious. He kicked the horse's belly so that the horse under his crotch was neck with his uncle's horse. "But why did he kill himself, just because he heard about Lord Kenny's death?"

Lawrence did not answer.

"He's not an Alliance anymore, is he?" Sonny continued to himself, "since he's not, there's no need to be loyal to his lord anymore, and even though the loess of life is already in the neck at that age, there's no need to ...... in front of you at such a time."

He felt ashamed because he had waited all his life and couldn't help anything in the end. Except, of course, that map, and a mouthful of hot soup. ”

Shame?Sonny looked at his uncle. "He used to be a good scout, right?"

There was a long silence. "Yes," Lawrence said at last, "the best." ”

After about a quarter of an hour's walk, the hills suddenly rose from the dense forest, isolated and abrupt, and a strong wind could be seen blowing the peaks for miles. "This is the end of the human footprint," Lawrence told Sonny from the saddle, "or rather, most people, at least I haven't been any further." ”

Sonny looked up at the treacherous peak. It wasn't the Dragon's Peak, but it rose high from the ground and the trees, and the vegetation below the mountain was abundant, and the green moss floated gently, and the weathered gray stone was covered with patches of pale lichen, and the bare brown slopes were covered with rocks, and they had to climb over there.

The road up the mountain is steep and rugged, with gravel and mud at the summit, and halfway up the climb, snow begins to accumulate on the side of the road and the air begins to thin out. "That's Dragon Peak, Sonny. After reaching the top, Lawrence pointed to the highest mountain in the distance and said, "You can see it in its entirety from here, but we have to camp here tonight." With that, he rolled over and dismounted, and turned to walk towards his brother behind him.

The scenery from the top of the mountain is nice, but what really attracts Sonny is the dragon peak in the distance. As the twilight grew, darkness seeped into the hills and the empty green sea, and the river meandered to the north, the glimmer of light on the surface of the river like gold in forge. The land upstream is more rugged, and the dense forests are gone, replaced by bare stone mounds that rise unbridled and stretch north. On the horizon, the mountains were like thick shadows, one after another, until they became gray and hazy, and in that haze, the dragon peak stood proudly among the peaks, and the tall peaks were covered with snow all year round, even in the distance, it was still so proud, cold, lonely and desolate.

"Guys, come here, we've got to fix the water problem. Sonny heard Uncle Lawrence gasp behind him. According to Horn, this uncle from the Ice Plains is not a Sumerian, he was a lord in the First Continent, but now he is fat as an oak barrel, but he never shows weakness in front of others, but Sonny is not so easy to deceive, he can see that the old man is tired after following most of the young knights for such a long way.

"Didn't we just wade through a stream and fill the bucket with water?" asked Toller in black, frowning.

"No, the cart carrying the water overturned on the way up the mountain, and was gone along with the loyal old horse. "Uncle Sersi was the last to arrive. He rode on his horse, his sable cloak fluttering in the wind, and his dismounting posture and movements were not at all inferior to those of the young man, and he was as agile and swift as he had been in those years.

"There is no mountain pool on the tail finger peak, there is a stream at the bottom of the mountain, but there is a long climb between the two places. "Scout Captain Lake always knows the terrain around him, even if he's never been there.

"Why don't we go down the mountain and camp?" Sonny suggested.

"It's too late, it's going to get dark. Lawrence answered, "We don't know what's going on down the hill, the scout brothers only probed on the hill. Besides, this mountain is the steepest I have ever climbed, and if I really want to go down the mountain in the dark, I am afraid that it will be more than lucky. ”

"Pick up the water, it doesn't take too much, it's enough to cook medicine tonight, there are already eleven people who have fallen ill due to the wind and cold, and it can't be added any more." Steven was wrapped in a thick mink cape, but he was shivering from the cold, and his eyelashes were covered with hoarfrost.

"We use snow water. Sonny pointed to the snow next to his feet.

"It's a good idea, but this snow is poisonous. Steven shrugged, "I thought about it just after the carriage overturned, but unfortunately, the stones on this mountain are covered with ghost fog moss and stone scorpion droppings, unless you scrape it a little bit, or wait for everyone to collect the snow and pile it all up in a pot, and everyone will have to finish playing tomorrow." ”

Sonny knew that it would be useless to say more, so he stopped talking. So the order was given, and the brothers who had not fallen quickly set up their tents in the open field in the leeward. Black tents sprung up like mushrooms, blankets and blankets covering the bare earth and snow. The man in charge of collecting firewood took advantage of the sunset to pick up an axe and go to the mountainside to cut wood for the night. The rest of the people used the firewood to light a bonfire, and carried bags of cabbage from the Gary vegetable field to the fire, chopped and thrown into the pot.

After his tent was set up and the horses settled, Sonny decided to try his luck in the dense forest halfway up the mountain to see if he could add some meat to the cabbage soup in the evening. So, he followed the footprints of the descent and the way he had traveled.