"I'm the Lord of the North!" Horn was angry at his uncle for the first time in his life, "Baiwatt, give it to me!

His words drowned out a commotion. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 A cacophony of fear, hatred, and anger rolled in like a tsunami from all directions, engulfing them. "Bastards!" some yelled at Horn, "Beasts, madmen, brutes!" and others shouted at Sersi, "Traitor!", "Biting their master's dogs!". The invectives were mixed with shouts such as "Lord Kenny is the master of the North City!", "Long live Lord Kenny!Long live North City!Long live Karta!Long live Nippel!", "Let Lord Kenny come back, let him preside over the justice of North City!", and even "Long live Mira Kelline!".

The streets were lined with people crowding towards the newly formed array of spears, and the Guards struggled to hold the last line of defense, but stones, eggs, and all sorts of filth whizzed overhead. "Give us an explanation!" a woman shouted. "We're going to put Nina on trial publicly!" screamed an old man behind her. "Get off Lord Kenny's chair, mongrel!"

Almost instantly, a thousand voices shouted together. Horn, Lawrence, Bywatt, and the envoys of yourlai were all surrounded together. "Bastard," the crowd kept shouting, "give us an explanation!"

Sersi reached out to block an incoming egg, and the egg flowers flew through the air. "Quick, Horn, get out of here!"

Horn nodded slightly, and put away his saber. Baivat turned on his horse and drew his sword. At the front of the queue, Jeslin was yelling and giving orders, and the guards jerked their spears forward, and with each Jacelyn roar, the queue took a step forward.

On both sides of the street, countless hands crossed the spear's line and grabbed Horn, one of them even succeeded in grabbing his leg, but only for a moment, Sir Biowatt raised his sword and fell, the hand broke off at the wrist, and the blood splattered in all directions, and the man fell backwards with a roar, and the crowd immediately retreated to one side. "Run!" Sersi roared, and Horn shook the reins, and the horse stood on its hind legs, screaming in the sky, and rushed forward, the crowd spreading out in front.

Sersi and the others followed Horn's horse into the gap, followed by Byvat with his sword in hand. As the horse galloped, a sharp stone struck Sersi, and a disgusting pile of stool struck Baivat's armarm, scattering filth. To their left, seven guards were pushed down by the surging crowd, and then the crowd trampled over their bodies and rushed forward.

Jacelyn's horse was still following the group, but its owner was nowhere to be seen. The three envoys of your were dragged from their horses, and the rings on their fingers, the gilded flame crest that fastened the cloak, the necklaces, and the garments, were all removed. The rest of the guards threw away their spears, drew their swords, slashed left and right, and the falling banners were immediately torn apart by the crowd, and the rags of the cross and wolf flags swirled and flew like fallen leaves in a storm, and in an instant they disappeared.

As he ran, Horn felt that he had knocked down at least three people, an old man and two strong men, who were screaming under the horses' hooves, and Sersi who was following closely behind did not care so much, but ran forward.

As if suddenly, they had left behind the crazy street, and they rode through the bazaar, and into a narrower street, where a column of patrolling guards immediately surrounded them, and several passers-by cast curious glances at them.

Horn doesn't remember how he got off the horse. He had only come to his senses when Uncle Sersi and Ser Biowatt had arrived, but the shrill roar of the crowd had made his ears ring, and he had not heard anything in his ears until now. He looked up at his uncle, and saw that his bare head was covered in filth and blood, as was his face, and Sir Biowatt's sword was stained with blood, and his helmet was dented, and even the cloak behind his back was half torn off.

"Lord, Serci-sama, what the hell is going on?" asked one of the guards, surprised.

"The townsfolk rioted, we were attacked, and we were almost torn apart by our own people, isn't it?" said Baiwatt, sitting on the ground, breathless.

"Uncle, are you alright?" Horn shook his head and looked at Sersi with a look of horror on his face.

Sersi shook his head, and he realized that there were three more envoys of your who hadn't followed. "Listen," he said, looking at a few of the guards, "send one man to gather men, and there are three more of your envoys in the streets who are missing, and the rest will escort us to Fort Horn." ”

By the time Steven delivered the potion, Horn had already broken three cups in quick succession. "Haven't found those three buckets yet?" a deep wound in his scalp, and his rage once again caused the crack to break free from the stitch, blood dripping down his forehead. "If you live to see people, if you die to see corpses, go quickly!!"

Big-eared Loras saluted and stepped back.

"How did you get this way?" asked Nina, sitting in her chair, looking at her son's bleeding wound.

Sersi's arms were tightly wrapped around his chest. "Somebody blocked the way, and I ordered someone to drag him away, and that man scolded me, and then someone scolded you, and then he scolded and so on. He gritted his teeth, and the doctor was sewing the wound on his head with fish gut, "This is a conspiracy, a conspiracy that has been planned for a long time!"

"What about the picker, haven't found it yet?" asked Winnie, frowning.

"This group of rice buckets can't even find the corpses of the envoys!Where can I find the guy who incited the people of the city?!" Sersi turned purple with anger, "I should have known that I should have fought a bloody way like Horn said, caught that damn guy, and hanged him!"

"It's too late to say anything. Nina got up from her chair, "This matter will definitely be spread, and everyone in North City will meet tomorrow to discuss this matter, and that damn rumor will become true." ”

"Isn't that what they're for? Sersi said dejectedly, "Damn, I should have thought of it." ”

Winnie approached and looked down at her man. "What now?"

"Pacify the people of the city and find the envoys..... Or their corpses, or ..... Damn, I don't know. Sersi shook her head, immediately stopped by the doctor who was stitching up.

Horn paced back and forth in front of the table, his clothes ragged and stained, and his left arm dripping blood in addition to his bleeding forehead. "What would he do if it was Uncle Ellen?" he turned to look at Sercy.

"I don't know, but he always has a way to fix everything. Sersi frowned, motionless.

Horn nodded. "Since we can't find him, let's change someone. He turned to his mother, "Please write a letter to Uncle Lawrence yourself, and ask him to be there in the North City within a week." ”