In his childhood memories, his father was always as tough as a man twenty years younger than him, with a resolute and stern gaze, always full of heroism, a strong beard that covered his jaw, and a stern but not lacking fatherly face, a pair of honey eyes, and a mouth that seemed to be forever closed. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

But now that he looks so much older, am I going to tell him all this?

"What are you thinking?" Kenny asked softly.

Interrupted by his thoughts, Horn shook his head, grabbed his father's outstretched hand, and jumped to the chair in front of the desk on one leg. As he sat down, his father poured him a glass of wine, and after taking a sip, he did not know how to explain it to his father, or to talk about something, and he was very distressed, although this distress had puzzled him for seventeen years, but he still did not know how to speak, so he could only take another big sip, until the cup was at the bottom, and he said nothing.

"Lind must have told you about the Assassins, right?" Kenny raised his hands and chin as he pushed the letters aside on the table to make room for his hands, staring at him with bloodshot honey-colored eyes.

Horn propped his hand on his cheek and looked at the standing wolf head on the armrest of his chair. "I thought about it all night, and I didn't know whether to tell you or not...... One thing. After he finished speaking, he changed his position, leaned back in his chair, and looked his father in the eye, "About ...... Concerning...... Assassin's business. He still couldn't say it. "I don't think the people who attacked you, or us, were Ryan's people. ”

"Something wasn't quite right with you today. Kenny clearly heard something.

"For the sake of my early recovery," he pointed to his throat, "I almost lost my voice, man. ”

"Oh, really?" Kenny looked at him quietly, "What do you mean by that second half of the sentence?"

"Didn't I understand enough?" he smiled, gesturing to the cup on the edge of the table.

"Of course I know that the Assassin is not Ryan's man," Kenny removed a hand and pushed the flask in front of him, "The one who attacked me was the Union Army. It's a little scary to think about it now," he said, looking at Horn who picked up the jug, "Maybe there's poison in this jug too, hmph." ”

"That's just the surface, that's not what I'm trying to say. Horn turned a deaf ear to his father's second words, and began to pour wine into the brass horn cup, the red liquid pouring out and dripping into threads. "Remember what I said when I was in the Red Oak Grove?" he said, putting down the jug after the glass was full, "The Confederates today look like a barrel of iron on the outside, but on the inside they are already riddled with holes, and each lord has his own little plan, and is crackling behind our backs. He picked up his cup and took a sip, "Did you hear that?"

Kenny remained unmoved, the orange light blackened the left side of his face, like a statue with three-dimensional facial features. "Go on, don't be milking a cow, you stop if I don't move my mouth, it's tiring. He paused, "I haven't slept in two days, man. ”

"At first, the city of Shotoku was in our pocket, and the alliance army was still united, after all, there were still at least two big battles to be fought. Horn leaned back in his chair with his glass in his hand, "But after the Battle of Karta, there are three things that are enough to split the Confederate Army. One is that our northern city has suffered the most losses, in other words, you are no longer the lord with the most mercenaries. Then there is Assyria, and the death of Duke Jaime is the worst news, because Mira is not able to lead troops, which means that our inseparable alliance is still weak, I mean, compared to other territories, we are weak enough to be annexed at any time. ”

"The second is the ability of the Peace Army. Both the Battle of Shotoku and the Battle of Karta reflect the vulnerability of the Peace Army. Now, Ryan has less than 30,000 peace troops in his hands, and I'm sure you've received a lot of letters these days, right?" he gestured to the pile of letters that his father had just opened, "These should come from those self-respecting lords who can't wait to swear allegiance to you, and those wall grasses certainly won't let go of such an opportunity, because the situation is already clear, right?"

"The second one sounds like good news, why is it dividing us?" Kenny couldn't help but ask.

"Yes, War Leader doesn't teach you how to always be prepared for danger in times of peace, as a lord. Horn took another sip of wine, placed the glass on the edge of the table, leaned forward, and stared into his father's eyes, "The third point I want to make is, dragons. Although I have been in bed for a few days, I don't have to think about it to know that the other lords must have asked you about it, would you lie?" Without waiting for his father to reply, he quickly continued, "Obviously, you won't. But they don't say it on the surface, but in their hearts they will definitely hold a grudge because you deceived about it. He paused for two seconds, leaned back, his eyes still fixed on his father, "It's selfish and easy for you to take the fate of the whole of Sumer to fulfill your dreams, and it's easy to make people feel rebellious, admit it?"

Kenny let go of his jaw-holding hand and leaned back in his chair. "I've already explained it about it. Long before the Southern Expedition, we found the scales of the ancient dragon in the Beicheng Forest. Apparently, it had been to Sumer, but it had not attacked villages and towns, as for the reason...... Nobody knows. But this means that even if we don't make our way into the First Continent, it will still be a great threat to humanity as a whole. Besides, we're-

"It's all about the dragons, but it's not all about the dragons, man. Horn interrupted, "Connecting the three points I just said, you are now the weakest lord in the Alliance army, and our enemies may be weaker than you, and the fruits of victory are at hand, but you want to eat a piece of it that is second only to Robin City." He shook his head, "Besides, you have given them the best reason: to ignore the life and death of mankind, insist on the southern expedition, and deceive everyone about the existence of evil dragons, causing humans to kill each other. If one day the dragon really goes crazy. No, it's gone crazy and out of anyone's control, and you think you'll have such good luck next time you see it?"

"It's really inappropriate for you to say that. Kenny examined the scar on his brother's neck, his honey-colored eyes unflinching, "Mira won't betray me, you know, and Jaime Dondelion is dead. Next is Dark, who came by order of Lord Elidu, and the city of Saint is theirs, which was divided by the time of the Southern Expedition Council, but you don't know. And then there's Kane, you should know our relationship, he has nothing but a little stingy, and he doesn't rise to the level of rebellion. All that's left is Camille, do you think my former soldiers will rebel, or will my thirty-year friend Lawrence rebel?"

"Everyone. Horn whispered.