Warm sunlight poured in through the cracks in the window, from the foot of the bed to the head of the bed. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Kenny moved his nose, a hint of fennel mixed with the freshness of plums burrowing into his nose. He half-sat up, picked up the silver armor from the tailstool to see if the squire had wiped it clean, and after putting on his boots, he glanced at the black steel sword hanging from the edge of the bed.

Under the sun, the saber was tough and sharp, and Aiden, like Marven, would always wipe the saber with brilliance after he fell asleep.

He pushed open the heavy oak door, and the morning fog had long since dissipated, and the corridor was filled with a constant stream of attendants, who always seemed to be busy, but who didn't really have much serious to do.

"Lord, early ..... Lunch is ready. Aiden stood aside at some point.

"I've slept for so long?" Kenny patted his head, "where have you been?"

"I've been here, Master Allen. "Aiden bowed," he said, sorry for what had happened last night, he was supposed to do the interrogation of the knights, but he was too sleepy, so he told me not to wake you up, and to let you rest a little longer. ”

"Sersi didn't kill him last night?" Kenny said as he walked to the restaurant.

"No, the guards you sent to protect Lord Allen said they talked until dawn. Aiden replied.

"Heh, is Sersi still alive?" Kenny asked, waving his hand at a saluting squire, smiling.

"Of course!" he returned to his lodgings early in the morning. ”

They followed the straight corridor and turned two corners to reach the restaurant. When Kenny pushes the door open, Alan and Mio are halfway through their lunch, and they seem to be flipping back and forth laughing at something.

"Good day! Lord ....."

"Good day, hard-working lord!" Alan interrupted Mio's greeting, "I thought you were going to show up with the moon!"

"Yes! Then I will soon be a second Barton, resting at sunrise and rising at sunset, wandering in the sea of brothels. Kenny walked briskly across the long table and replied angrily, "Where's Sercy, you've finished eating and left?"

"I'm going to the west of the city. Alan scratched his head.

"Really?" Kenny sat down in his place, picked up a slice of bread smeared with blueberry jam and rolled his eyes, "Didn't the old doctor tell him to get some rest?

"We had a little bit of trouble. Alan shrugged, and then pouted out the door, "That chamber of nobles and merchants came to Morwin Castle in droves early in the morning to ask for people, but those guys are dead!"

"What?!" Kenny raised his voice suddenly, causing the servant who was pouring wine to knock over the flask and fall to his knees with a pop. "Damn! Who's going to get the head?"

"A little fellow named Sade, Orlando's own nephew, who had no heirs under his knees, and the title of Casmon naturally fell to the little fellow. Alan shook his head regretfully, "He just arrived in Nipur City last night, and he gathered the members of the Chamber of Commerce in the name of the president of the Chamber of Commerce early this morning, and now he is fighting with the Guards!"

"Sabre-rattling?" Kenny gritted his teeth, frowning, "He declared war on us with his knights?"

"It's not that bad," Alan waved his index finger as he cupped his glass, "and the group just asked us for an explanation." ”

"A bunch of unexplained madmen, what does Orlando's death have to do with us?" Kenny patted the shivering servant on the side, a puzzled look.

"Oh! We don't seem to be talking about the same thing. Alan turned his head to look at Aiden. "Didn't the Golden Retriever tell you?" he looked at Kenny, "Two prisoners committed suicide in the cell last night, the same three knights we captured on the execution ground yesterday, one of them had a blackbeard and bit off his tongue, and the other had a hooked nose, and he broke the clay bowl and cut his throat with the shards. ”

"Aren't they hired knights? ..... this to the Chamber of Commerce" Kenny suddenly thought of something, "Are they Chamber of Commerce knights?" he slammed the table, "Damn! I should have thought of it!"

"It doesn't matter who they are at all, what matters is that now the Chamber of Commerce is counting this account on our heads. Alan shook his head helplessly.

Kenny rubbed his weedy beard with his other hand as he held the glass, his hand trembling slightly, his heart pounding like a war drum, violent, noisy, and angry.

"Are we being calculated?" he asked, opening his tightly closed lips and asking a seemingly obvious question.

"Yes, if there is no one behind that little fellow, how dare he be so arrogant?" Alan smiled contemptuously, "It's a pity that he's too young, even if it's Wilson?

"Don't underestimate anyone, man. Kenny's voice was surprisingly serious, "Often, we lose at the hands of the most inconspicuous little person, and don't forget the classic teaching of War Leader, 'Pride is the greatest enemy of success.'" He put down his glass and said softly, "You witnessed what happened to me, didn't you?"

"That's right, so I sent Sersi to the west of the city. ”

At noon, Sersi crossed his hands on his hips and looked at the noisy crowd in front of the Mowenburg with a worried face.

"Blinded citizens! Let me repeat, no lord would have done such a filthy thing! Not even the vicious Patton!

A small, unscrupulous man stood on the edge of the steps, shouting at the crowd in the square.

He wore leather armor and cotton breeches sewn with gold thread, a pair of high boots, and his thin body was wrapped in a brown velvet cape, and his chest occasionally shimmered with the movement of his arms.

Sersi saw the glowing thing, it was the Crest of the Casmon family.

"Just last night, our beloved Lord Kenny forced two strong men to swallow the Red Whip Herb and let them humiliate the two chamber knights with their thick nakedness!" At this, the young man pretended to choke up, "but he didn't get his wish! The two knights who upheld honor did not give in to their death! They were not afraid of power! They were not afraid of humiliation! They were not afraid of death! In the end, they chose to commit suicide! They are heroes! They are the pride of our Nipurs!"

"Marquis Sade Casmon, we support you, let Lord Kenny give us a reasonable explanation!" shouted a young man in the crowd.

"That's right, if this gets out, the whole continent of Sumeria will laugh at us!" another man roared.

"I'm a silk merchant!I don't want to be unlooked up in Assyria!!," shouted a man dressed as a merchant traveler.

"You're right!" shouted Sade, pointing to the merchant in the front row with a folding hat, "for years! the knights of the Chamber of Commerce have given you almost free protection, they are the patron saints of the horse traders!

Countless roars erupted in the crowd at once, startling a flock of winter birds perched on the towers, and tens of thousands of heart-rending cries surged and intertwined in an instant, like a monstrous tsunami hitting Morwinburg. (To be continued.) )