"You're scaring us. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info" Horn squeezed three vertical furrows between his eyebrows.

"I thought it would bring back memories for both of you. Sula tapped him on the shoulder, and the latter moved to the side, making way for her. "Remember the night of your sixteenth naming day, we secretly drank a lot of wine, and then got too drunk in Master Kenny's cellar to walk. You say, you remember what the old nurse said, that the best hangover cure is honey, and you tell Sonny-"

"Honey is made from bee droppings!" Horn said in unison with her, then laughed out loud.

"Hey, you're enough!" Sonny slammed his cup on the table, splashing bright red liquid all over the table.

"Stupid, you grew up in the forest. Sula took the glass from Horn and took a small sip, then a large gulp.

"Time flies, we haven't seen each other for a year. Horn raised his glass to Sura, and the two took another big sip.

"I've always wanted to ask you, you were dressed up for Horn's name day, why didn't you even come to my name day?" Sonny feigned displeasure.

"Because you happened to bump into my brother's coronation, Sunlight City has been in a ruckus for a whole month. Sulla pouted, "It's you, not only did I not reply to the letter I gave you, but the bachelor in charge of raising crows also said that even the crows who went to deliver the letters did not come back." Honestly, did you bake them all and eat them?"

"Devils are rare, you crows in Sunshine City, our Assyrian forests are full of birds, I'm tired of eating roasted swan meat!" Sonny shook his head haughtily, but a hint of unconcealable joy appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Horn, on the way I heard my brother say that your father is going south?" she turned her head away from Sonny, "where is the south? I only know that the south side of the northern city is Assyria, and the south side of Assyria is the city of the Scourge, but now there is an ocean, and then the south side..... Is there any further south?"

"Of course there is, and further south is the First Continent. Horn told her, "My father is from the First Continent..... and he patiently repeated what he had just said to Sonny. "So, the whole of North City wants to go home. Uncle Sersi said that my father was determined to regain all that he had lost, and my archery teacher said that he had never dreamed of going back to the Side Mountains, to the forest that was truly his. ”

"Which is bigger than Sumer?" Sulla's purple eyes stared at her, her eyes full of curiosity.

"I don't know, but my father said that Karta was beautiful, and my mother said that the Angolan steppes were beautiful, and Uncle Lawrence said that the moors were beautiful, just as you must think that the city of Sunshine is beautiful, and Sonny will think that the forests of Assyria are the most beautiful. He took a sip of his wine and sighed, "Actually, I think Beicheng is pretty good." In the spring, you can catch birds in the forest, in the summer you can go fishing in Lake Mochizuki, in the autumn you can climb the highest mountain and look out over the entire northern city and the golden wheat fields, and if the weather is good enough, you can see the ghost forest of Assyria. In the winter, my father would take me further north to hunt in Uncle Camille's territory, and we would ride a sled drawn by a snow wolf through snow-covered mountains and frozen lakes, and see the colorful glow that illuminates the night like day, and hunt the white-haired bears..... In short, I love the North City more than the First Continent, and I love Sumer more. ”

"You're the girl who loves Sumer more, aren't you?" asked a familiar voice behind her.

Horn looked up happily, and Uncle Cersi put his hand on his head, playing with his chestnut hair. "No, uncle," he replied, "I love all the animals in this world who wear skirts. ”

For him, Sersi was a playmate since childhood, a bald and one-eyed man who was more like a friend than an elder, and compared to Uncle Mike, Sersi was a duke despite his ordinary background, but he was approachable, even if he was a street vendor or a beggar covered in sores. Today, he is one of his father's most important ministers, and he is also one of the few heroes who followed his father to establish Beicheng.

An Assyrian knight who was telling a lowly joke stopped and moved his seat to the duke. Uncle Sersi stepped up the bench and took the glass from Horn. "Yo, it's not vegetable juice. He took a sip and said slowly, "There's nothing sweeter than wine." Horn, tell me honestly, this is your first drink of the night."

Horn smiled but didn't say anything.

Uncle Selsey smiled: "I'm not asking for my wife, why don't you dare to answer? As a knight of the North City, how can there be a reason not to drink." Remember, boy, that blood and wine and a woman's perfume are the three smells that a knight should have, and remember the first time I got drunk, I was much younger than you!" he picked up a roasted onion dripping with brown gravy from a nearby wooden plate and took a bite into it with a crunchy click.

Uncle seems to be a lot older, but those sharp eyes are still sharp, he doesn't like fancy clothes, but wears the leather armor of the Alliance Army all year round. Tonight he unexpectedly changed into a velvet gown, leather high boots, a wide-brimmed belt and silver-plated buckles around his waist, and a silver necklace from Aunt Winnie around his neck. He watched his uncle eat onions while looking at the three of them with a smile in his eyes. "Where are you going? The dinner is over early?"

"No, it's still early, your envoy has just arrived, and you three should have seen it sitting here. Sersi picked up another piece of meat and threw it into his mouth, chewing it as he said, "If nothing else, it will take at least two hours, and this noisy place is about to suffocate me!"

"The Garr Tavern is not noisy, it is not boring?" Horn whispered about the last week when he met his uncle in the Tavern of the South of the City.

"Be careful, I tell your mother, you have wine hidden behind the bookshelf!" Sersi warned him viciously.

"Aunt Winnie will know about the Gaal Tavern before she does!" Horn was not to be outdone.

"Little Horn, I invited you to drink last week. Sersi bowed, "Honestly, you resemble him." ”

"Uncle Allen?" Horn frowned, "I'm tired of hearing that. ”

Sersi touched his bald head, a trace of sadness flashed in the corner of his uninjured eye, and he got up and left the bench.

"Horn, you're an interesting uncle. Sonny's head leaned over.

"I heard from them that I had a more interesting uncle, a distant relative of my father, but he left before my father founded Beicheng, and his whereabouts are still unknown. Horn rolled his eyes as he took his glass, "They always say that I have a similar personality to Uncle Allen, and my father said the same, and if it weren't for my mother's pregnancy in Karta, and he didn't meet Uncle Allen until Sumer, he would have doubted that I was his son." ”

"You Dalton family is so interesting!" Sulla agreed.

"Tomorrow, let's do something more interesting?" Horn said to his two companions, "this season, many animals from the south will migrate to the North City Forest for the winter!"