A gust of wind blew through the Confederate crosses on the walls, and as the weather began to get cooler, Kenny grabbed the white raven on his shoulders and took off the parchment scroll tied to its feet and opened it. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

'Lord: Bill returned to the city to overturn the old statutes and re-issue new ones, but they don't look the same as before, and the people north of Black are still living in misery, so please consider it. ’

Kenny put away the note and turned back to the palace.

After the ministers had consulted, he drafted a letter for the messenger to send to the distant lords, and a month later he would convene a meeting in Black City.

A month passed quickly, and Kenny was the first to arrive at Fort Novide in Black City.

The people of Blacktown have returned to their normal lives, and the statue of Carmen has taken shape, standing tall in the center of Eden Square.

Kenny looked at all this in front of him, and secretly decided in his heart that he must return the freedom of the people of this land.

In the evening, in the lord's hall, the dusty lords sat in the hall, and Bill was the last to enter the hall, his oily hair combed, and he looked very energetic in the fire of the hall.

The food and wine were served, and the lords began to greet the deeds of the holy war, and after a few pushes and cups, Kenny opened his mouth first.

"Bill, there is no denying that you are the most generous ally in the Holy War, and without your generous help, I think we would have starved to death before we even reached Black City. Kenny sincerely raised his silver glass.

"It's all about victory. Bill raised his glass and drank it dry.

"The Marshalls' dark reign lasted for two hundred years, and these two hundred years of slavery were really too dark, but Bill, the holy war is for freedom, right?" Kenny said.

Bill didn't answer.

"Shouldn't we enact a new law so that the people and slaves of the First Continent will be given the freedom they deserve? Bill's silence angered Kenny a bit, and Kenny was already suppressing the anger in his heart, but he couldn't help it.

"We had a good discussion at the celebration and I don't think we need to discuss it anymore and not waste such a great wine and a wonderful evening. Bill looked impatient.

"You and I know very well what kind of life the people from here live, what is the difference between your rule and that of the Marshalls?" Kenny stood up angrily.

"What did you say?!" Bill followed and stood up, and the relaxed atmosphere in the hall came to an abrupt end as everyone looked at the two leaders on the throne.

Lawrence put down the wine glass in his hand and started a round, "Everyone is an ally, there is no need to hurt the peace for this little thing, you are all great leaders who overthrow the dark regime, don't let the guards see the joke because of a little verbal dispute." ”

"What are you talking about, Duke Lawrence, you say it's a trifle?" Kenny descended the golden steps as he walked towards Lawrence, and the atmosphere in the hall became scorching for a moment.

After several verbal battles, Lawrence proposed to propose a neutral statute tomorrow.

Bill, who returned to his lodgings, was so annoyed that he still couldn't understand why a man of noble birth would oppose slavery in such a way.

At this time, Bill's most trusted personal soldier said, "Lord, since Kenny is so opposed to your regulations, I think he will not give up if you don't revoke them, although he has no right to do so, but there is no neutral law in this world, so tomorrow he will definitely ask you to retract the new regulations and completely dismiss the slaves." ”

Bill looked thoughtfully at his own soldier, he beckoned to his own soldier, and the soldier put his ear close to Bill's mouth, and Bill whispered a few words.

A full moon hung in the sky, and Bill sat by the fireplace with his wine glass, the firewood in the fireplace crackled, and a man with his back to Bill.

"Say, my lord. The man spoke.

"The leader of the Confederate forces asked me to revoke the slavery regulations, I don't really want to do this, and when this is done, I can help you get what you want. Bill took a sip of the wine in his glass.

The man with his back to Bill pushed open the door and walked out.

As the wind blew in Black City at night, Kenny stood in the hallway outside the room, his face as stiff as if frozen in fire, and he kept thinking back to the words on the note, the short handwriting like dozens of siege wheels running over his heart.

Marven stood behind Kenny, he didn't interrupt the lord's thoughts, years of life as a personal attendant made him like a roundworm in Kenny's stomach.

In the middle of the night, Marvin leaned against the corner of Kenny's bedroom in the dark, carving a piece of wood with a dagger, apparently accustomed to such a vigil.

Suddenly, a strange smell came to his nose, and he put away his dagger, drew his sword, and cautiously walked to the lord's bedroom.

Marven knocked on the door of the lord's room, but there was no movement inside, he tried to push the door, and found that the door of the lord's room was blocked by something. The anxious Marven raised the saber in his hand and slashed at the door, but the wooden door was still strong with sawdust splashing. Marven slashed at the wooden door again and again, the solid oak door as solid as the bricks of Eden Square, he turned and walked to the window, and after several hard slashes, he finally broke through the window.

Upon entering the room, he is captivated by the heavy, pungent smell, and rushes to Kenny's bedside, shouting a few times to find that Kenny has fainted, he puts away his saber and carries Kenny out of the window.

An anxious Marven rushed to the guards' quarters, but his shouting did not call any of the guards, so he had no choice but to carry Kenny on his back and continue to rush outside Fort Novid.

There was no light along the way, the originally brightly lit corridor seemed to have been deliberately extinguished, the patrol guards were gone, Marven in the dark ran fast, he ran around the corner of a corridor, an arrow shot from behind him, hit him in the calf, Marven fell forward, and Kenny, who was unconscious on his back, also fell out.

Marven couldn't care less about the pain in his calf, and he immediately got up and picked up Kenny on the ground and rushed out of Fort Novitde. A succession of arrows flew at Marven from behind, and he forgot about the arrow wound in his leg until he rushed out of Fort Novid with his lord on his back.

In the middle of the night, Black City looked like an empty city, and the patrolling soldiers on the streets were gone. Marven rushed into the alley of the city with Kenny on his back, as if there were many people chasing him behind him, but he was nowhere to be seen, he rushed open the door of a house and hid.

The frightened Marven struggled to hold back his breathing, and beads of sweat the size of beans flowed down his forehead and dripped onto the floor one by one. He softly called out to the lord as he pushed Kenny on the ground, and after several attempts, he found that Kenny was not moving.

He leaned against the wall of the house and touched the arrow wound on his leg, and the severe pain made him can't help but let out a 'hiss' sound, and this sound alone shocked him into a cold sweat.

The wound on his calf was still bleeding, and if the bleeding did not stop immediately, he would most likely have lost so much blood and fell unconscious. Marven took out the dagger at his waist, felt the black and cut his trouser leg, he gently placed the dagger on the floor, then put his left arm into his mouth, he held the arrow in his right hand, and pulled it out with all his might.

The severe pain went straight to his whole body, and he didn't dare to scream in the dark, so he could only bite his left arm fiercely.

After treating the wound, Marven slowly leaned to the window, carefully opened the curtains, and couldn't see anything in the dark outside the window.

He lowered the curtains and turned to sit down against the wall, and when he turned around, he saw a man standing on the stairs of the house with an oil lamp.