"Young City Lord, it's time for us to go back, the sun is about to set. "Johansen walked briskly, following closely by his master's side, for fear that the little ancestor would take advantage www.biquge.info of the chaos to slip into the crowd and disappear without a trace. If that's the case, what awaits him will be another lash.

Horn glanced at his valet in disgust, then looked back at the walls. "Isn't this still down yet, it's still hanging high there, are you blind?" he continued, picking up an apple from the stall and taking a bite of it with displeasure. Sweet juice trickled down the corners of his mouth and dripped onto the brown cashmere coat he wore deliberately backwards, and the wolf-print pendant that Uncle Sersi had given him.

His mother had set rules for him. Whatever happens, before the sun goes down, you have to go back to the dull castle of stones, built halfway up the mountain, named after him. Of course, this has to get rid of the martial arts training ground and my father's study. He only liked these two places, the former with his father's personal servant, the famous archery master of the Northern City, Aiden, and Uncle Lind, the "Flame Sword", and the latter with countless ancient books from which he could find many interesting things.

Johansen hurriedly took two copper plates out of his pocket and gave them to the stall owner, then quickly followed. "But my lord, it will take us some time to walk back, and if you don't get back on time, old John will—"

"—spanking your ass to bloom. Horn chewed on the apple and said vaguely, "I know, I know, but don't forget, you swore an oath, or in the temple, in front of the god Namu." He stopped in front of another stall, picked up a clay knick-knack, and looked at it, "You have sworn to be loyal to me until the end of your life, whatever I want to do." ”

The latter sentence was added by you. Johansen also stopped, and said gloomily, "My lord, for the sake of my scars, you should have pity on me, and go back early, Lord Aiden may already be waiting for you." ”

"Oh, you didn't get better from your last injury?" Horn turned his head and looked at the freckles on his servant's face, "Old John is really not light, do you think you were born to him?"

"He needs an account to his master, your father, my lord. Johansen pouted, "If you don't go back—"

"Shhhhhhh

"Here?" Johansen frowned at the object of his mouth, his face embarrassed. "My lord, there are so many people here, you won't let me take off my pants here, will you?"

"Why not?" said a wicked smile on Horn's lips. In the next second, he suddenly crouched down, grabbed the hem of the servant's linen pants with both hands, and jerked the little guy's pants down to his ankles, and then grabbed the belt with one hand, quickly tightening it, and the whole process took less than a second, turning the chatter in his ears into a strange scream.

"Big big ..... My lord, I'm ..... I ....."

"Pray to Namu that Aiden will call Old John to gamble tonight so he won't have time to beat you!" Horn said quickly, then patted the little servant on the shoulder and turned to blend in with the crowd.

On the other hand, poor little John, who just wanted to shout, but was afraid of attracting onlookers, simply took a step, but tripped over his tightened pants and fell to the ground, and the whip marks on his white and tender buttocks were suddenly exposed to people's sight, and there was a burst of laughter from the noisy crowd.

This street, Horn, is all too familiar. Unlike most of the nobles on the continent, his father was busy with politics and the establishment of the northern city when he was young, while his mother was busy in various territories, seeking help with money and food, so most of the time he spent most of his time with the craftsmen, blacksmiths, carpenters, stonemasons, fishermen, weavers, farmers, and others who built towns, including thieves, robbers, and even prostitutes.

At only seventeen years old, he saw too many strange phenomena that ordinary aristocratic children could not see. For example, at the butcher's stall at the east entrance of this street, the girl was holding a deformed doll that she was born to her father, and the apple vendor just now, thirty-two years old and still unmarried, that guy always mingled with the Assyrian man who sold clay things next door, and he even saw the two kissing in the street.

But Horn doesn't hate these people. Whenever his mother mentioned that he was in the market, his father would always stand up and say: as the heir of the North City, he has the obligation to be sympathetic to the people, and only by entering their lives can he know what they really want.

As a result, Horn is becoming more and more like a street gangster, walking on this flea street all the year round, and after a long time, even his tone is very much like those market gangsters who can't make a bargain and scold, and his personality is also ..... But Uncle Selsey often said: Not only do you look like a person, but you also look like him in the way you speak, the way you think, the way you move, and even the unintentional chuckle.

Horn had heard of the man. That guy's name was Alan Dalton, a distant relative of his father, and how far back he was from his grandfather's generation. He is said to have the same saber as his father, but with the opposite personality, his father is heavy, unsmiling, and honor-oriented, while the guy named Allen is ruffian, cynical, and sweary, and Uncle Mike says that he is the most bastard he's ever seen in his life. But he was smarter than anyone else, more sincere than anyone else, and kinder than anyone else, as his father and Uncle Sersi had said of him.

The silver coin swirled on the oak table, the scent of barley wine lingering in his mouth, and Horn thought about it all, his eyes resting on the swirling silver coin. This is the lucky coin that Aiden gave him on Naming Day, it is said that this silver coin has been with him for thirty years, and Camille, the lord of Ramo Icefield, also has one, but now it is in the hands of his father, because Camille was his father's personal soldier back then, and his father "pierced his heart with an arrow" because of his betrayal, but in fact, his father intended to .....

"Young City Lord, are you here again?" a familiar voice came.

Horn turned his head to see Sir Neo, the former captain of the Guard. "There is no sword class today, no equestrian class, and the monk Brandon, who is waiting for me in the castle, wants me to recite the long and boring Sumerian history with him?

"You're talking more and more like Lord Allen. Sir Neo always began with this sentence. Not long ago, he had been stripped of his rank as Captain of the Guards and the title of Sir by his lord for his drunkenness, and now he was finally able to appear in the tavern. "Hey, what about your ass worm, why didn't I come with you?" he pulled Horn from the chair in front of him and sat down, placing a large glass of wine on the table, his face full of wine.

"If he's here, I can't drink. Horn grinned and said, "But it can only be this one, sooner or later I will have to go back to the boring castle, and my mother will definitely nag again, if she smells the wine....."

"You're going to suffer!" Neo laughed.

"yes. Horn pursed his lips and drank the rest of the wine from his glass, and Horn stood up, "I envy you, Sir, to be able to sit here and drink all night without anyone disturbing you." He pocketed the silver coins that had stopped spinning, "Thank you for inviting me to drink, Captain Neo." ”

"Alright, let's go. But remember, this is the last time. Neo said with a shrug.

"You say that every time. Horn tapped the old knight on the shoulder, and turned to leave the tavern.