The lord's errand, Horn knew for as long as he could remember that he would eventually embark on this path. www.biquge.info He knew that his father was the Lord of the North City, and he was proud of it for a while, and even felt that it was a great honor to be born as a member of the Dalton family. But before that, he never dreamed that it would be what it is now.

Ever since he had taken the lord's seal from Uncle Sersi that night, everything had been like a dream. He sat on the throne of the main hall of Hornburg, and the dining room was changed to a small hall where his father and his uncles discussed, and the study was moved to his father's study, and even the horse he rode, the clothes he wore, and the way back to his bedroom to rest became his father's.

It was only now that he understood why his mother let him drink as much as he wanted that night, because it was the last time he drank after returning to Beicheng.

Every evening his desk would be piled up with parchment pieces from the ministers, and Uncle Sersi would always be by his side, accompanying him to review them, and he would have to make comments at the end of those boring and annoying movements, write down the annotations, and put the seal, and Uncle Cersi would always be able to find fault with them, and then give him an analysis of why this could not be done and the consequences of doing so, from the rise and fall of the North City to the possibility of drinking wine next year.

In addition, there were also proclamations from other territorial envoys: the construction of a trade road from Nikko to the North City, the cooperative way of purchasing Assyrian logs, the subsidies for the carriages and horses of the ice-field fur traders, and the delay in the repayment of your loans. By the time he had read the pieces, written the annotations, and Uncle Sersi had reviewed them all, and was satisfied, it was almost the second half of the night, and for the first few days, they had been busy almost every day until dawn.

A sleepless night does not mean that he can rest immediately, but under the urging of old John, he quickly changes into clean clothes and goes to the lord's hall to participate in the lord's council, which must be held every day. On several occasions, he was close to falling asleep on the throne, but his father's chair was really uncomfortable. "There is only one chair in the entire hall, symbolizing the supreme authority of the lord, but you and Uncle Mike are glad that we don't have to sit on that ass-resting chair. At the end of the council one day, Uncle Selsey looked at a tired Horn and smiled.

The Council of Lords is not only the ministers of the court, but also the people who want to give their opinions from the entire northern city, which is a rule set by my father. "We should lean down and listen to what the townsfolk have to say, not just the oily ministers, that's what your father said. Uncle Sersi told him.

So, every day he had to sit in that hard oak chair, smile, and pretend to be in good spirits and say to everyone, "Lord of the North City, Horn Dalton, listens to you. ”

But he still had a chair to sit on, and even Uncle Sersi could only stand on the steps of the throne with a few council dignitaries, nobles, knights, and handmaidens standing around, and heavily armed guards in Union armor lined up majestically on either side.

The crowd of petitioners gathered at the gate, and those who had no place could only stand in the corridor, looking down at it, and sometimes even the square outside the gate was crowded with people, as if the whole of the North City had gathered in Hornburg.

Horn felt that there were some things that he didn't need to ask about himself, and that some knight standing at the bottom could easily solve them, until one day near the end of the council, an old man with a broken head and a bleeding head was brought into the main hall. "I'm going to sue Sir Raymond, my lord!" cried the old man at the top of his voice as he entered.

Already drowsy, he was awakened by the old man's screams. "Sir Raymond?" he blinked, looking around, "which one is Raymond, please stand up." ”

"Lord Lord, Sir Raymond was on duty last night to patrol the southern city, and according to the regulations, he does not need to participate in the council today. Standing beneath the throne, said one of the important ministers beside Uncle Sercy.

"Let's talk about what happened. Horn shifted his seat, but still maintained the majesty of his lordship.

"He and his men have defiled my daughter!" the old man wept bitterly, causing a noise in the hall.

Horn could feel the atmosphere in the hall, it didn't seem to be nervous, but a simple discussion, maybe it was nothing new to others, but it was the first time for him, and it was not a loss of sheep or other trivial things, and then Uncle Sersi stopped the discussion, and stepped forward to help the old man, and ordered him to continue.

The old man said that he was the owner of a small inn in the south of the city, the kind of inn with only three or four rooms, and the hall could barely sit three tables of people. Last night, Sir Raymond took two guards to his inn to take refuge, and ordered a plate of fennel beans and a few glasses of wine, served by his eldest daughter, who had just turned sixteen, and when his eldest daughter went to deliver the wine for the third time, one of the young guards might have drunk too much and touched his daughter twice, and the other guard encouraged him to drag the girl upstairs to complete his bar mig.

The old man was asleep when he was woken up by his daughter's screams. "This should have ended here, my lord. The old man said, "That child looks about the same age as my son, and maybe he is not yet sixteen years old, so I want to stop there, after all, we people in Beicheng can enjoy peace in peace, and we are indeed blessed by the Guards." But when I went to apologize to Sir Raymond, he told me to call my daughter out, and said, 'My subordinates have taken a fancy to your daughter, and this is your blessing, and it is the glory of your family to marry a valiant guard!'"

The old man wiped away his tears and timidly looked around at the crowd. "But my lord, my daughter is sixteen years old and has a marriage contract, and God Namu testifies. He swallowed, and continued, "So Sir Raymond got drunk, pressed me down on the table, and ordered his men to drag my daughter out, and then, and then....... Then he put a knife on my neck, tore my daughter's skirt, pressed her to the table, and forced me to see the whole process!

The boy was indeed very young, only fourteen years old. "Any last words? Uncle Sersi asked him after he had pronounced his death sentence.

The boy shook his head with a glazed gaze, and was then taken down.

"What about you, Raymond Vancest?" asked Uncle Sersi again.

With a sad face, and had it not been for the black birthmark on the left side of his face, Sir Raymond, who was still quite handsome, knelt on the ground and said, "I am ashamed of the honor bestowed upon Lord Kenny, of the duty of the Guard, of all that the god Namu has given me, and of the girl who deserves to have a happy marriage." ”

Horn rode his horse, watching the hangings from afar, and suddenly understood his father's words: we should lean down and listen to what the townspeople have to say, not just the slick ministers.