"If you're stupid enough to make a promise, I'll feed you to the wolves!" Alan said menacingly, leaning against the watchtower at the south gate of the station, looking into the distance. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Harwin's face was as usual. "But there are no wolves in the station, my lord, and I have only tasted honey beef, and Nipur wine, neither of which seems to eat people. ”

"I can catch a few for you, or just throw you deep into the forest. ”

As the twilight approached, there was a faint flicker of fire at the end of the line of sight, which Alan guessed was a village stove or a torch on the walls of your. But it was too far away for him to see clearly, and the only thing he could confirm now was that Mio hadn't returned.

It had been nearly half a day since the crow with the letter from Harwin had flown out, during which time they had received neither a reply nor a new envoy. Before the crow flew out, Alan personally reviewed the letter, and the contents were exactly what he said, the old servant did not make it up, he did ask the Flame Priest to release Mio, and send someone to escort the remaining hostages after the army retreated to the border.

But when Harwin first settled in the land, he didn't know that this army was a reinforcement from the Nipurs, and all the talk was probably just a nonsense and invented delay tactic, and the Flame Priests had not promised anything at all, all just to stall for time. But what else can you do but wait now?" Alan shook his head, his face extremely solemn.

When it was completely dark, he still couldn't wait for Mio.

"I can send another letter to the priest, or five, six, seven,....." Harwyn said in the flickering candlelight, as he put the fragrant beef into his mouth, "Now that your's internal affairs are in turmoil, there is always an endless basket of stabbing in the remnants of the damned Irene, and the priest naturally has to take care of these things, so the letter may not have reached him at all, and was thrown into the paper basket by the sloppy little priest." He took two bites, picked up his glass, and served the meat in his stomach with a good wine, "Don't worry, Lord Allen, we yours have always been honest. ”

Judging by the darkness outside the tent, it should have been past midnight. "What if all ten letters were thrown into a paper basket?" Allen's tone was cold, "Harwin, are you stalling for time?"

The wine glass in the old servant's hand trembled, and a few drops of crimson liquid splashed onto the tablecloth, instantly blurring and piercing the eyes like blood. "No, why should I stall?" he smiled to hide his weakness, "the sooner you return to Sunshine City, the sooner we can get a good night's sleep." My lord, if there were an army stationed thirty miles from the city of Nippur, would you smile and watch the dancers strip and listen to the poets play the harp in Morwinburg?"

"Aren't you doing that?" Alan's tone remained cold, "still in the enemy's garrison." Shouldn't I help you get some strippers and bards to help you out?"

"I am an envoy, my lord. Harwin smiled, "I promise you, as soon as the priest sees my letter, he will release your winged brother immediately." He put down his glass and leaned forward, "My life is in your hands, what is there to worry about?"

Your life is worth a few dollars, and I'm afraid it's not as good as a ring on your hand. Alan pondered. The next Full Moon is approaching, but the week is short, and if Mio doesn't return tomorrow, Harwin must be stalling for time. "Wine hurts a man, a godly servant of God. He poured himself a drink and stared at Harwin, "There is a deadline for everything, and if Mio does not return tomorrow before the sun rises, then ..... I'm sorry, I'm afraid I'm not just tugging at your necklace. ”

"There's no need to threaten me, Lord Allen. Harwyn leaned back in his chair and told him lightly, "My life is worth a few dollars, maybe not this ring is worth much!" he pointed to the topaz ring on the other finger with his index finger, which was wearing two emerald rings, "So, if you have any extra crows, prepare paper and pen quickly, and if I die, your friends will ..... Hehe. ”

Sersi paced in front of the burnt stove, dressed in a red velvet twill tunic given by Shelley, with the horned dagger at his waist and a gold-plated holster. With that, he turned and walked to the table, his hands on his desk and glaring at Harwin. "Listen, old thing!" he drew his dagger and slammed it into the table, "if one of them gets hurt, I'll slash you with a knife!"

"Hopefully your knife won't be too blunt, Lord Selcy. Harwyn wiped his mouth with a napkin and got up and left the long table.

In the second half of the night, the fifth, sixth, and seventh crows flew into the night, until the last crow in the station flapped its wings and flew away from Steven's hands, and the sky was already white. "This is the twelfth letter, Lord Allen. The red-haired wizard said as he looked at the dawn skyline.

"Bring Harwyn here, quick! Go!" Alan yelled angrily.

By the time the old servant entered the tent, Morris was already snoring at the long table. "My lord, I've been—"

"You're dead!" Alan snapped, so startled that Morris nearly slipped off his chair.

"The sun hasn't risen yet, sir. The old priest reminded him, "The first thing the priest does when he gets up every day is to read yesterday's letter. There were twelve letters in all, and no matter how careless his personal servants were, they would not be so bold as not to receive them, let alone throw them all into the paper basket. He took a few steps forward, pulled open the chair at the end of the long table, and looked at Alan with a determined gaze, "Just a little more patience, and you'll be able to meet your winged brother, just a little bit, sir." ”

It's really hard to hold back your anger. "I don't think so. ”

"I'm going to be slashed by a thousand knives?" Harwin glanced at Sersi, "If that's the case, your friends won't be able to come back, and it won't do us any good, and the only beneficiary will be Kane Erin, but you don't know him well, my lord." ”

"Selcie?" Alan sat back in his chair and opened his mouth with one last bit of patience, "Is it here to fulfill your promise, or is it a better place?"

"It's all the same. Sersi stood up and drew his dagger.

Harwin's arrogance was swept away, and the old servant was so frightened that he stood up like a child when he saw the burly man approaching, and retreated to the tent one after another, but this action was instead grabbed by Steven's hands, and he waited for the glittering dagger to gradually approach. "Wait, when the sun rises, it's a full thirty miles from the city of your, my lord!"

"Save it!" Celsey roared rudely, "without you, we can wait for Mio, the letter has been sent, old fellow." ”

The sharp horn dagger blade slashed across the old man's wrinkled face, cutting off a wisp of white beard along the way. "Lord Selsi, Lord Allen, my life is not enough!But if I die, even if you wait for Mio, then Lord Kenny's wife-"

"Shut him up!Cersi!" Alan roared.

The blade left a trail of blood at the base of the old man's ear, and the pain woke Harwin like a bygone winter. "No! you can't-"

"Lord Alan Dalton!" one of the guards lifted the curtain open, only to crash into Steven's back. After his hands were released, Harwyn instinctively turned around and tried to slip away, but was pinched by Sercy's neck.

"What's the matter?" asked Allen, turning his head.

"Your has sent a hostage, who says it's your brother. The guard replied with a bow.