"He was in the tavern south of the city, with Duke Mike. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info" Linde patiently replied, "Fortunately, the assassin didn't have much patience that day, and he did it too early, and Master Mike said afterwards that if the assassin did it later, when he and Aiden drank more, he wouldn't care about Aiden, and he wouldn't care about his own life." ”

Horn tilted his neck hard, ignoring the sudden tingling in his throat, "In other words, it will be Camille's turn and Camille next, right?"

"Not necessarily," Lind smiled, leaning back in his chair, "Lord Kenny has already been attacked twice, maybe he'll be next, or maybe Mira, Mike, Kane, or even me." In short, I hope you don't indulge in the joy of victory, because one day the medicine sent by the doctor will have so many herbs. ”

"What is Kenny doing, and he can sleep soundly after all this is going on?"

"Instead, there was a meeting to discuss the issue. Lind said bluntly, "Ironically, the second assassination I just mentioned took place at that meeting. The Assassin was a Guard, you already know that, but I later learned from Aiden that the Guard was an old man in the Confederate army, and since Lord Kenny defeated Karta, he went to Sumer with Master Mike, and now he is back, but ...... Do you think it's necessary to have a second meeting?"

Horn shook his head, his mind returning to the Battle of Karta. If he hadn't taken his father's position, and had continued to allow the Coalition forces to retreat, perhaps everyone would have died on the battlefield, but now history seems to have changed. Instead of the bitter lesson of the second defeat of Karta, his father did not die, and with the help of the resurrected dragon, he easily captured Karta, and he didn't even see Ryan's shadow. But after that, unknown assassins attacked each of them, could it be that all this was a taunt of the gods to mankind, and that all of them would eventually die in Karta?

After that, Lord Kenny simply stopped these disturbances and focused on pacifying the townspeople, and held four strategic meetings in quick succession about the march into Black. Seeing that Horn was silent, Linde opened his mouth again, "There is also good news for you, now in Karta City, you have become a well-known hero, everyone knows your name, Alan Dalton, and now you are the first heir of the Dalton family, of course, thanks to your outstanding performance in the war." He grinned, "Lord Allen of the North City, Lord Allen of Karta, how is it, doesn't it sound enjoyable?"

What the is that, now that everyone knows I exist, the next assassin might be hiding somewhere, eavesdropping on our conversation, fool. "I'm afraid it won't work today, you go and tell Kenny to hold an emergency meeting tomorrow morning, I don't want to die at the hands of the Assassins before the war has started. ”

Linde smiled lightly, "What, you have a good idea?"

"Replace all the guards and let those Icemen take over the palace, if that's a good idea. Horn sighed, "It's better than living in suspicion, at least so far, except for me who sleeps in this iron gate, only Camille has not been attacked, so the Ice Plains should be credible, I don't want to even have dinner, and I have to be on the lookout if the servants next to me will give me a knife." ”

Linde frowned, and the look in his eyes seemed to say: this idea will not solve the problem at all, it will only keep the assassin relatively away. "Sounds reasonable, Lord Allen. ”

"Anything else?" Horn shifted as he tried to slip into the warm bed. But with each inch, it will cause a sharp pain in the throat, because lowering the head will squeeze the skin of the throat together, and the wound that has just been sewn up will seem to be torn again, and the heart will beat on it.

"If you still have the spirit to listen," Linde's words became a little harsh, "we lost a total of forty thousand men in the battle of Kartha, most of them cavalry and infantry, and most of them came from the northern city, and you should know that the dragon fire burned the Chinese garrison, and the armies of Camille, Dak, and Kane suffered the fewest casualties on the left and right flanks, followed by the Assyrian Tielin army. ”

"Another bad news," Horn's voice became a little muffled as he covered his head under the covers, "Go on, if you have any bad news to tell me." ”

"Not for the time being, which should be good news, ha. Linde stood up, walked back to the window, and closed the heavy curtains, the rusty pulleys rolling with a screeching sound. "My lord," he said, opening his mouth again as he reached the door, "if you have any orders, call the guards at the door, for my bedroom is next door to you, and we are separated only by a stone wall." ”

"Sounds safe, but by the time you get here, I'm sure it's cold. Horn smothered under the quilt and said, "By the way, where is that boy Mio, why didn't you mention him?"

"You're looking for him?" said Linde, stopping at the iron gate.

Horn poked his head out of the covers and scratched his messy hair. "Tell him that Lao Tzu wants to use the Mandate of Heaven card and let him go back to Sumer as soon as possible, the sooner the better!"

"Any other commands?"

"Keep the door closed, come and call me early tomorrow morning, don't let me miss the sunrise in Karta." ”

When the iron door was closed, the bedroom became pitch black again, like an abyss that could not be reached, and the darkness was woven into a soft quilt that covered Horn as if to lead him into another long sleep.

When he opened his eyes again, Aiden stood aside and whispered his name, a voice as soft as a mosquito.

Horn lifted the quilt in pain and slipped off the bed, his legs and feet swaying, the world spinning, he grabbed Aiden's arm in a hurry, and almost fell to eat. "Damn!" he cried out clutching the scar on his throat, "Where's Linde?!, goddamn it, why didn't that guy call me!" The pain gnawed at him like a toothless dog. Horn hated weakness, especially his own weakness, and it was even more unfortunate that it was at such a time, this time of life and death.

Aiden used his other hand to hold Dalton, who was half a head taller than him. He turned his head and saw the swordsman whose name had been called, walking towards him with a lazy expression. "Lord Allen, Lord Linde, he's here, do you want a drink? Look at you...... Or I'm going to call the doctor, and he's saying you have to stay here. I mean, stay in bed. ”

"Lord Linde?" Horn sat back on the edge of the bed and looked up at his father's soldiers, "How did you see everyone called an adult, and when did that sword-wielder become an adult?"

"Aha, I'm already an earl, Lord Kenny, Lord Alan Dalton. Linde leaned against the iron door and yawned.