"Hate?" Horn asked softly, as if eager to confirm the answer.

"If it were you, would you not hate?" Camille's voice was so small that only Horn could hear it, but it still echoed in the water prison, "but I swore that I would be loyal to Dalton for the rest of my life before the Namu God." ”

"Traitor!" Wadder suddenly shouted, "Camille, you have broken your sacred oath and colluded with Ryan, you are a traitor who has treated you in vain! Lord Allen, don't believe him, he's a-"

"Shut him up!" Horn yelled. The obese jailer immediately lifted the iron fence, single-handedly lifted Wade out of the stinking water, and kicked him in the stomach, and after Wade spat out a large mouthful of water, he was punched in the neck again, and then fainted, like a fish out of the water, and there was no movement.

"Maybe Lawrence made a mistake, I didn't think about betraying the lord at all, and the purpose of participating in the southern expedition was just to let the Iceplains have a territory of their own. It's too cold there, it's really too cold......" Camille calmed down, looking at Walder's twisted body with pity in her eyes.

"Is Aiden reliable?" Horn asked like an idiot.

"He's my own brother, what do you think?" Camille turned to look at him.

"yes, as soon as he got the news, he found me instead of telling Mila about it. Horn frowned and looked at the stinking pool, "You said that if Kenny found out about this, he threw you in this stinking pool and locked you up for three or five days-"

"No, no, no, no, no!" Camille cried out hysterically. He knew what it was like, the smelly dirty water, the spoiled steamed buns, the peeing jailer, the salted whip, the red-hot iron, the darkness of the eternal night, the scene from eighteen years ago jumped and flashed before his eyes, and the three days that were like years still made him tremble even now when he thought about it.

"Calm down, it's not that bad, at least I trust you, man. Horn jumped off the table and said in relief.

"Lord Allen, I have to go. Camille said hurriedly.

"And what about him?" Horn pointed to the icefield boy lying on the ground with his chin, "shut him up forever, or ......" The sound of the key turning came from the spiral staircase, and the iron door connecting the cellar to the water dungeon slammed shut. "Why, you notified the others?" he asked, turning to Linde.

"No, I only informed Lord Camille's own soldiers. Linde left the clammy edge of the wall and turned and walked towards the stone staircase.

"Who else did you call?" Horn asked, looking at Camille.

"How could it be, unless I'm crazy!" Camille turned to look at his own soldier, who obviously didn't know either.

"Levine, hide people, quick!" Horn waved his hand.

The fat jailer stooped down to pick up the dead fish-like Wald and looked around at the empty dungeon. "Great, my lord, where are you hiding?"

"How the fuck do I know? this is your territory, if you can't find a place, just shove me in your goddamn crotch!" Horn scolded, then stepped forward and kicked his foot at the open iron fence. The fence slammed shut, drowning out the sound of footsteps coming from the stone steps.

It wasn't until the man appeared at the mouth of the spiral stone staircase, and by the faint torch on the edge of the wall, that Horn saw that it was his father's guard. "Lord Allen, Lord Camille, Lord Lind, the lord has woken up, and he asked me to inform you and go to the Great Hall immediately. ”

Woke up? Who woke him up? It's not in the plan. Horn thought blankly. "Who told him we were here?"

"Your Excellency, my lord, only asked me to inform you to go to the Great Hall, and there are no other orders. The guard bowed and turned to step up the stone steps.

Horn watched the man's back disappear at the end of the stairs, and the heavy iron door roared again, bringing a breeze that swayed the torches of the entire water dungeon, and all the shadows swayed with it. This sudden silence is chilling.

"Let's go and see our great lord. Horn pretended to be relaxed, but as soon as he took a step, he felt his hands tug at his cloak.

"Alan, I have a bad feeling. Camille clutched her gray wolf-patterned cape tightly, her eyes full of fear, "I want to ......"

"You don't have to think about anything, you don't do anything," Horn interrupted him quickly, "and nothing will happen, you know?"

"No, no, the lord already knows we're in the dungeon, someone must have told him......" Camille gasped, feeling himself inhale all the stench in the dungeon into his lungs, "You're right, I-"

"Shut up, don't think about anything, don't do anything, it's a ......" Horn tried to tell the whole story, and he almost believed that Camille had no intention of rebelling, but he still couldn't say it. "Don't worry, he's only going to give me a cold face, it's me who is making a claim, letting Kane and Mike lead the troops to attack Blake, and the one who will be put in the water prison is me, not you. ”

The council hall of the palace was long and frugal, and the blue white marble walls now looked a little old, and there was an unapproachable chill, but the faces of the people around them were really chilling. Horn looked at his father sitting on the throne, he was dressed in silver armor today, his wolf-patterned cloak covering the armrest of the only chair in the hall, and his fingers tapped the edge of the chair, which looked particularly harsh in the quiet hall.

"The Confederates have marched on Black?" Horn asked his father as Camille stood at the foot of the steps like a errant child.

"Do what you will, man. Horn replied briskly.

Kenny nodded, and stood up from his throne, not at all like a man recovering from a serious illness. "Yes, my will," he paused, his piercing eyes turning to Camille, "what are you doing in the dungeon, is there anything there that deserves your attention?"

Camille felt that this scene was a bit familiar, he didn't know if the question was asked to him, or to Allen beside him, so he just raised his head and met the lord's sparkling eyes, and his body involuntarily trembled.

"Let's change the place and say there are too many people here. Horn looked around at the Ice Guards. Dressed in the armor of the Guards, and carrying the shields and swords of the Guards, there were more than fifty men in two columns from the stone steps of the throne to the gate.

"Seriously, of course you have to be in the council hall, do you want to go to the water dungeon?" Kenny slowly stepped down the stone steps, his silver boots touching the ground with a crisp sound, "Camille, Lord of the Icefield, let your men lay down their weapons." ”

Camille felt she had misheard. "Lord, lord, what did you say?"

"Let your men lay down their arms, immediately. Kenny repeated word for word, walking towards Camille.

"Kenny, what are you doing?" Horn turned his head to look to the side, only to see Mira bow her head and say nothing, as did Aiden.

"Didn't Eren let you go to the dungeon to meet the whistleblower?" Kenny descended the stone steps and walked in front of Camille, his tall frame making the latter look like a child, "I can't fall twice with the same head, can I?" Now, I suspect you have bad intentions, the Guards will retake the defense of Karta, you and your people, must be reviewed!"

"Kenny, are you crazy?!" Horn grabbed his father's arm, but was shaken away.

Camille stared blankly at Horn, his eyes full of remorse for being deceived.