"Alan, we thought you were dead and gave you a big funeral!" Mike spoke the moment Horn took off his hood. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

"Long time no see, old man!" Kane was the first to stand up, looking at Horn with a smile on his face.

"You've missed your appointment!" Camille stood up the second, "let's go to the icefields to ride a wolf sled, hunt ice bears in the far north, drink the strongest barley wine, and sing the most magnificent carols!"

"A lonely traveler again?" asked Duke Dark, from Eridu, with a smile.

"Kenny has been looking for a long time, Alan. Mira said with a smile.

"Sorry, I seem to be late. Horn slowly unbuttoned his black cloak, revealing the dark velvet cloak underneath, and stopped smiling. "Kenny, don't you have anything to say? we haven't seen each other in seventeen years. ”

"Of course, I want to punch you!" Kenny walked over with a fist, but it ended up being a hug.

"Alright, old man, we're on someone else's territory now. Horn let go of his hand and walked briskly to the long table. "Most of you here are Sumerians, except Camille and Mike and our Confederate leaders," he said as he walked, "and you may not be familiar with the situation in the First Continent, but you just have to listen, there is good news and bad news. He took Kenny's place at the top of the long table, sat down, and looked up at the group. "Good enough good news, bad enough bad news, which one do you want to hear first?"

The others sat on their own: Kenny sat next to him on his left, silver armor wiped down enough to serve as a mirror, and Mira on her right, Jaime Dondelion next to her. The old duke was sturdy and ruddy, with curly brown hair and a shovel-shaped beard with white silk interspersed, Camille, lord of the Ice Plains, dressed in a white robe, with drooping shoulders and a thin figure, and his face was frozen with two flushes, perhaps because of the perennial snow in the territory, Kane was now ruddy, but his face was neat and strong, Duke Dak from Eridu was bald, with only a few tufts of orange hair on his head, and Duke Mike was still naked, as if he was forever showing off the Angora totems on his back.

I'd love to see more of these faces, especially my father, for soon you'll all be buried here, and I won't be able to change anything, and maybe I'll not be able to escape it. Horn thought gloomily, but all that came out of his face was a smile.

"Conventionally, I want to listen to the bad first, then the good, and then the bad. Mira was the first to speak.

"So let's talk about the bad first?" Kenny was used to clinging to Mira's offer, "Huh?"

"Okay, if you want to hear the bad first," Horn nodded, "then we'll talk about the good first, aha!"

"Hey, man, this is the Southern Expedition meeting. Mike laughed.

"Yes, Lord Allen, be serious. Kane straightened up as he spoke, pushing his glass aside.

"Bill is dead. Horn put away his smile, "Two months ago, he was assassinated, and it is unknown who it was, but it is certain that Bill William died tragically in his bedroom, and now the land under our feet is in turmoil." ”

"Are you still kidding?" said Kenny, apparently unconvinced.

"Who is Bill William, the ruler of the First Continent?" said Duke James Dondelion's voice like a bell.

Kenny frowned. "That's right, the king of the First Continent, it was he who led the Peace Army to Sumer eighteen years ago. He closed his eyes and sighed deeply, "Damn..... This revenge cannot be avenged now. ”

Father, do you pray for him to live, or for him to die? Isn't that great news? Horn thought helplessly. "Don't doubt the reliability of the news, I can swear to you that the news is absolutely true, Bill is indeed dead, and it is probably rotten by this time. He looked at the staring crowd and nodded.

"What if he's dead? The oil-headed guy won't be childless?" said Camille sourly.

"He's a good thing, at least better than yours. Horn smiled, "After the death of his first wife, he quickly renewed the strings, a seventeen-year-old girl whose skin could pinch out water, and gave birth to a son for him a year later, a second in the second year, and a third in the third....."

"The fourth year, the fourth?" Mike asked, following his words.

"No, don't interrupt me, the third son gave the girl a difficult birth. Horn continued, "Bill certainly won't be idle. In the spring of the following year, he found a third wife in the city of Sainte, and they were married in Black, and the girl bore him two sons and a daughter. ”

"That is, he has five sons and a daughter, is that what he meant?" asked Camille.

"How do I think this is bad news?" Mike's statement was as blunt and blunt as ever.

"It's a pity, it's not a good thing to have more sons. Horn shook his head, "His eldest and second sons were found dead in his bedroom shortly after he married his third wife, the same work of the Assassins, but the case still hangs there, and some say that his wife ordered it to be done, but in the end it was not settled." ”

"Alan, I'm not interested in how many sons Bill has, and I'll talk about the current situation directly. Kenny spoke.

Horn cleared his throat. "He's only one daughter left, and the real one in charge now is your old acquaintance, Ryan Hodgson. Of course, how could people obey a lowly-born dark magic wizard who had served as a bard? ”

"This is good news, Ryan has no outstanding ability except for refining medicine and injuring his fingers. Mike said with a smile.

"Mike-sir, you're interrupting me again. Horn grinned, "Ryan may not be afraid, but behind him stands a formidable fellow." He put away his smile, "I don't know exactly, but according to reliable sources, that man is a foreign race, and he is Ryan's initiation teacher, and it is he who taught the bard the magic of black magic and witchcraft, so that he can take the city of Drumin and become the lord there." ”

Kenny propped his chin in his hands, silent. "In addition to these gossip, have you gotten information about the current lords of each territory, the deployment of troops, and the personnel of the current Imperial Council?"

"I'll talk about that later. Horn yawned, "Now, let's talk about the bad news, maybe when you're done, you might be ready to go home?"