Taylor's roar was not answered, and only the distant sound of slashing could be faintly heard in the quiet cowhide tent. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info Fei Luo sat calmly in his chair, and the terrible howl just now and the distant noise did not touch him in any way.

Kenny stood there like a living dead, and at some point, a smile tugged at the corners of his lips, and his left hand slowly moved towards the black steel sword at his waist.

The unusual movement made Taylor take a few steps back in a row, and a chill crept up his back, and he recalled in his mind Nikon's usual eyes and actions, as well as the guy with the scar on his face, the wine he had just drunk, all that was left was fear at this moment.

"Nikon?" Taylor tried to scream with his hand on his saber.

"Yes, Master Taylor, do you have any orders?" replied Kenny with a smile.

"You ....." Taylor shuddered as he stepped back until he reached the table, resting his right hand on the hilt of his sword and pointing at Kenny with his left. "You..... Damn it..... Brute!" he growled.

"Are you cursing me, respect, Lord Taylor?" Kenny gently pulled the black steel sword out of its scabbard, the sound of grinding harshly in the quiet tent.

"Don't move!" Taylor pointed at Kenny, "you want to ....."

"Shut up!" Kenny interrupted Taylor viciously, "Do you know why you're still alive?" he pointed the black steel sword at Taylor slowly, "You have two options now, one is to tell me where the wizard with the dream eye is, and hand him over, you can die like a knight, and I will bring your coat of arms back to Nipur and give it to your wife or children." He paused, "As for the second path, I recommend you choose it too much, because the vultures on the snowy fields may not want to eat your maggot-infested flesh!"

Taylor swallowed a mouthful of spit and his legs began to tremble, he had never been threatened like this, and he had never experienced such a scene. He was not good at this, and when he was young, he was just an unknown gangster in the city of Nippur, with his good looks and gentle voice, he served women to make ends meet, and he tried hard to change his life, until he met a noble lady who changed his life.

He tried his best to make the expression on his face look natural, but the screams just now made him unable to calm down, he didn't want to be next, those voices sounded too harsh, he always felt that death was very far away from him, but the black and blue blade seemed to have changed everything, and death was in sight.

"Still undecided?" Kenny said impatiently, "My ponytail friend, his temper and patience aren't as good as mine, and if you hesitate any longer, he's almost time to come over." Kenny turned his head to look at Philo, who was not surprised, "Or let this old nobleman help you?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Philo smashed the glass in his hand at Kenny, and the crimson liquid merged into a thin curtain in the air, first with the sound of the glass shattering, followed by the sound of the black steel sword smashing through the wood. After the blow missed, Kenny lifted the black steel sword and slashed at the standing Philo again, and Philo deftly dodged, Kenny never thought that the old nobleman would be so skilled.

The experienced Philo did not hesitate to fight, but he rushed to the tent, took down a longbow and quiver hanging from the curtain wall, drew his scimitar at his waist, tore a large hole in the cowhide tent, and rushed into the darkness alone.

"Soldier!" Kenny yelled outside the tent, only to receive a familiar voice.

"Lord, borrow my horse!"

A neighing sounded outside the tent, Aiden held the Sombra longbow in his left hand, shook the reins with his right hand, and left the saddle, and the horse rushed out like the black arrow in his quiver, and disappeared into the night.

Outside the tent came the creaking of iron boots stomping on the snow, and the sounds gradually approached and stopped outside.

An older soldier from the Horned Infantry Regiment walked in and bowed slightly beside Kenny, "My lord, the guards outside have been cleaned up, what should we do next?"

"Go and gather some dry wood and prepare a good dinner according to the number of infantry regiments. Kenny thought for a moment and added, "Remember to bring the wine out as well." ”

"Yes, sir. The older infantryman saluted and came out of the tent.

After the soldier left, Kenny turned his head to look at Taylor in the corner, the guy had lost his usual grace by this time, and the cowardice and ugliness hidden in his bones were exposed. He knew he couldn't win against Kenny, and he couldn't break through when the enemy was defenseless like Fello did, and all he could do at the moment was win the sympathy of the man in front of him, but it was clear that it was almost impossible.

"I've been waiting for a long time," Kenny slowly walked towards Taylor, "haven't you thought about it yet?, do you think I'll keep waiting if I don't speak?" he said as he put the black steel sword around Taylor's neck, "Dear Lord Taylor, maybe you haven't been to the prison in Nipur City, there are many ways to get people to speak, do you want to try them all?!"

"No..... Nikon, I mean, Your Excellency," Taylor tilted his head to look at the cold blade on his shoulder, his tongue involuntarily losing control, and he said in a slur "I ..... you You've been in awe, you know, it's been less than a week, and you've been the head teacher....."

"Shut up!" Kenny yelled as he glared fiercely at the cowardly creature in front of him, "Awe, with that evil sorcery?"

"I tell you, tell you all, I swear to the god Namu, not a word, don't kill me! Please!" Taylor fell to his knees with a puff, his incoherent voice trembling, unable to read his words as usual.

Kenny gently pressed the sharp blade against Taylor's neck, the cold touch making him shiver.

"This is your last chance, and I don't want to hear anything superfluous. Kenny's words are soft, but murderous.

"Before you came to Nipur, I was approached by a man with a scar on his face, who told me that you might appear in Nipur and described to me your physiognomy and promised to make you available to me. I met you at the mask banquet that night, and it was not much different from what the man described, and I talked to you about wine, and invited you to my cavalry regiment, and I was pleasantly surprised by your dueling skills and command skills, and I ..... at noon that day."

"Soldier!!"

Kenny roared and rushed out of the tent with his black steel sword in hand, and a dark figure disappeared behind the huge cowhide tent, and could only barely see the black robe behind him through the moonlight, which was not a speed that a human could achieve, but Kenny saw it really, the man was not riding any horses. These days, he has been trying to find out the identity of the man, but in order to hide himself, he has not been able to do so.

Several foot soldiers surround him, Kenny swings his hand, the soldiers look dazed, and Kenny turns his head to look inside the tent.

The thick pool of blood came into view again, Taylor's chain of silver armor and clothes mixed in it, Kenny's Adam's apple squirmed, and the hand holding the black steel sword trembled slightly, and an inexplicable chill had hit his body.....