"Does he know about it?" asked Nina, casually stirring the salad. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

"I've long said that Big John's son isn't a good breed, and he always likes to tell Horn all that nonsense, and it's the stupidest thing you've ever done to let him serve and continue Horn!" Winnie turned her head to glare at Sercy, "Now, what did you tell him?"

"What else can I say, tell the truth. Sersi replied depressedly.

"How are the citizens of the city feeling now, or are they talking?" Nina put down her spoon and looked at Sersi.

"Perhaps, the spies sent out have different opinions. Sersi swallowed a large sip of wine and looked up with a tired look in his eyes, "They said, some of them reacted fiercely, others indifferently, in short, as if all the people of the North City knew about it overnight. ”

"What are your arrangements after the council is over?" asked Nina, listening intently.

"Inspect the street construction in the east of the city, where a new road has been built to connect to the North City Avenue. Selci poured his wine and replied, "Don't worry, I've sent more guards and placed some men in the crowd, so there shouldn't be a problem." ”

"Should it?" Nina muttered, "Can the trip be cancelled?"

"Cancellation?" Sersi frowned, "No. ”

"Why not?" asked Winnie, dismayed.

"We will be joined by the envoys of your, who are very interested in the planning of the northern city. Selsey touched his bare head, "You know, in this southern expedition, they sent out 20,000 black armor troops, which is not a small amount." ”

"Kane's kid going to do a loss-making business?" Winnie snorted disdainfully, "He's just trying to expand his territory and establish new colonies, and besides, we'll pay for all the 20,000 Black Armor Army." , we are the ones who spend the money, but it has become us who owe others?"

That being said, it is true. Sersi shrugged helplessly.

"No matter what, Horn's safety must be guaranteed. Nina sighed.

The narrow streets were lined with guards who formed a human wall and used their spears to block the crowd. The new Captain of the Guard, Sir Batwart, was a burly man with a bearded beard, riding on a grey stallion and holding the Union Cross Banner, and beside him was the Deputy Captain of the Guard, Jeslin, with a clean face and the wolf-patterned banner of the Dalton family in his hand.

Horn followed on his black warhorse, his chestnut curls neatly combed. Sersi rode a brown warhorse, dressed in new silver armor, walking beside him, his uninjured eye scanning the crowd repeatedly. Two equally tall guards flanked them, their hands pressed to the hilt of their swords for fear of a mistake.

Behind them were three envoys from your, each on three tall horses, protected by four guardsmen, then six important ministers from the northern city, and then twenty guardsmen, stepping on the bluestone slabs with a deafening sound.

Behind those two rows of spears, the townsfolk gazed at the people on horseback with strange eyes. Although Horn had expected this, he was still a little unhappy in his heart, since taking over the position of lord, he had been embraced every time he traveled, but today he was mostly treated with contempt and curiosity. Although Uncle Sersi had added men and the team looked more imposing, he felt more like a prisoner, being spurned on his way to the execution ground.

The team crossed the North Town Square, turned into a more crowded lane, and then turned onto the narrow and curving Fishermen's Alley and began to climb the high hills of the East Side. As the young acting lords passed by, some chanted "Long live Dalton!" Usually this sound gradually becomes a deafening shout, but today 99 percent of people remain silent.

Horn traverses the sea of people in depression, then turns to another look of curiosity and disdain. Suddenly, a skinny guy squeezed between the two Guards, rushed into the middle of the street, and Pothon knelt on the ground, holding a yellowed piece of parchment high above his head, blocking the way of the group. "The council's time has passed, and besides, this is not a hall. Celsele stopped his horse and said aloud, "Get out of the way, there are envoys from your behind me, don't let us lose face in the northern city." ”

"My lord, I've been kneeling outside the castle for three days, and the guards say this kind of incident is not admissible!" the skinny guy shouted.

"Get out of the way, tomorrow you come to Fort Horn, and I'll greet you myself outside the gate!" said Horn patiently.

"But Lord Lord, the whole Beicheng people already know about this matter, how long do you want to hide it?!" the thin guy still shouted on his knees, and there was a little commotion in the crowd.

"Someone, drag this guy out of the way!" Exclaimed Sersi as he turned around.

Perhaps it was this sentence that taught the skinny creature to lose what little sanity he had, and he stood up suddenly, his otherwise dull face contorted with disgust. "Son of a bitch!" he screamed, "Patton's dog, but he killed his master!" he pointed to Sersi on his horse, "traitor!

Horn's attention was all on the thin fellow, and he didn't see who threw the egg, only to hear a famous envoy behind him gasp, and a chill came from his neck. "Who threw it?!" he turned his horse's head around in anger and looked around the crowd, only to receive another blow to his face. He reached out and touched it, and a pungent breath penetrated his nose. It's the smell of.

"Who the threw it?!" Horn roared. He wiped the filth off his face, his face full of rage. "All the Guards obey orders!" he cried, "whoever will bring this man out for me, and reward me with the title of baron, plus ten gold coins!!"

"Your damn bitch mother threw it!" someone in the crowd shouted.

Horn jerked out his sword and looked for prestige, surveying the rooftops and balconies above. There was a commotion in the crowd, people pointed at each other, shoved, cursed, screamed, and chaos hit like a trend.

"Horn! don't give random orders!" Exalci shouted.

Horn seems to have lost his mind. "Guards, do you hear me?!" he pointed at the crowd and roared wildly, "I want you to get that man out for me!

The horses could not make their way through the crowd, and Baivat had to turn and dismount, but he found himself unable to cut through the walls of flesh and blood, let alone find the perpetrator in the chaos of the crowd. The wall of the Guards in front of him was gradually being broken away, and the unarmed citizens were pushing each other, trying to leave this place of right and wrong, but the people in the distance wanted to squeeze in to watch the excitement.

Selsey sniffed the smell of disaster. "Bywatt, get out of here! Lao Tzu is your commander!"