Kenny sat on a rock, a pool as still as a mirror of water, but his heart was churning like a stormy wave, surrounded by ancient trees that were in the same daze as he was, and the wind rustled the swaying leaves, like his heart that had nowhere to rest. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

In addition, he was almost surrounded by fierce white-haired wolves, numbering in the thousands, whose skin and mouth were constantly emitting a disgusting stench that constantly tormented his almost numb sense of smell.

"Lord, you really don't remember anything?" the young man paced to his side, bowed, and placed a piece wrapped in young leaves in front of him.

An enticing smell of roast chicken crept into Kenny's nose, sobering him up a bit. "Man, what is this?" he asked.

"What? what do you call me, man?" the boy stretched out his hand to wipe his face, looking very depressed, and he paced anxiously, and after the two of them went back and forth, he spread his hands. "I'm Camille, your own soldier Camille, lord!"

Kenny picks up the package and gently lifts the young leaves, completely unmoved. The young man sighed deeply and handed the roast chicken wrapped in another tender leaf in his hand to the lady who was walking with the lord. "The crisis has been lifted, can we talk?" he asked politely.

"Of course. The white pigeon nodded coldly, took the roast chicken handed by the young man, and placed it beside him. "Go over there, he needs to be quiet now. ”

The tender roast chicken immediately captured Kenny's taste buds, and he wondered how the young man, who kept calling his lord, could make such a tongue-scratching delicacy. The fellow was standing beside the white dove at this time, and his size was only up to her nose, but when he heard a low chirp in his ears, he remembered that the curly hair commanded more than a thousand white wolves.

Kenny never dreamed that humans could walk with the ferocious wolf clan if he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, and although his sword and cloak were covered in wolf patterns, it didn't mean that he was the owner of the wolf.

But the teenager did.

When thousands of white wolves clashed with humans, the momentum was comparable to the death charge of tens of thousands of cavalry. Just half an hour ago, he had seen the white wolves, almost out of their minds, clash with the rangers who were besieging him and the white doves. The whole three hundred people, in less than half a minute, became a pile of minced meat, and then turned into a sumptuous dinner for the group of beasts.

Victory was almost without warning, and a second before he was in prison, and in the blink of an eye the leading red nose knelt in front of him and wailed. The guy had half of his arm broken, and his delicate soft armor had been torn open by one of the wolves, and he begged them to let him go, but the boy only coughed lightly, and the white wolf, which was still chewing on his arm, swallowed the guy's head in an instant, and Kenny felt as if he was in a dream when blood splattered.

The boy chatted with the white pigeon for a long time, until the other roast chicken was already cold and coagulated with a thin layer of grease, and then the white pigeon in the distance walked towards him, but the young man did not follow.

In the firelight, the white dove's cheeks were white and gentle. "Nameless, now, it's time for us to talk. She sat down on the stone in front of him, her tone more earnest than usual, even cold. "Oh, maybe it's not time to call you nameless, Lord Kenny Dalton. ”

"You already knew. Kenny tuffled his beard and shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly, his gaze wandering around, never looking at the white dove.

"Yes," she admitted, "at first, Volley was worried that my identity would be a problem for you, and also to avoid your identity being exposed, we had different enemies, and that was the best thing to do, wasn't it?"

"Why didn't you say it before?" Kenny finally turned his gaze to her, "There shouldn't be anything between us, should we?"

"What have we encountered in Eridu?" she continued, in an almost cold tone, "a fire that almost burned us to death! And then, what did we encounter in the forest? But three hundred rangers were scattered, but what are we capable of fighting but this damn sorcery?!" she said with a wave of her hand, extinguishing the campfire beside her. The surroundings suddenly fell into darkness, and the pupils of thousands of white wolves shone as faintly as candles.

"Sorry, no..... Kenny," she snapped her fingers in the darkness, and those blue eyes reappeared in Kenny's gaze. "I just wanted to .....," she looked at him, "you'll understand, right?"

"I don't understand!" he spat out the words from the tip of his tongue, as if it was not a roast chicken but a poisonous insect that was stuffed between his teeth.

"You're married, and her name is Nina. The white dove twisted his head to one side, "Camille said, she is beautiful, you met on the prairie, you love her more than yourself, of course, you must out—"

"Shut up!" Kenny suddenly exclaimed, "You could have told all this!

The white dove looked up at Kenny as he stood up, his tall figure standing tall like a dangerous peak in the firelight, tall and tenacious, he would give her a sense of security before the scolding reached her ears, but after that, the peak seemed to collapse, collapsed in front of her, and she could no longer hold back her tears, letting them drip on the back of her hand.

An evening breeze blew, and the leaves rattled, as if the whole forest was weeping after her.

"Sorry, White Dove. After a brief silence, he said, "I'm just .....," and he turned and kicked the stone behind him, cursing fiercely, then picked up his head and sat back down on the unmoving rock.

"Do you believe me?" she asked him in a hoarse whisper, wiping away her tears.

"What?"

"You believe my concealment is only for safety, not intention..... Seduce you. She struggled to utter the word, as if to admit to the world that she was a shameless bitch.

"Of course. He looked up at her, "If I had a choice, I'd rather know that I was a thief, or a robber, or a fugitive." He sighed, "But that damn curly called me lord and named me Kenny Dalton, which I thought was more agreeable to be nameless..... But damn it, my woman is still the queen of Assyria!" he chuckled mockingly, looking up at the night sky, "Namu, how much do you want to joke with me before you give up?"

The white dove suddenly giggled, not knowing whether to rejoice in his man's loyalty or pity for his own rough fate.

"Nameless," she said back to her old title, "I want to take back Assyria, take that damned Whiter from the throne, and sacrifice the thirty lives of the convent with his blood!" she leaned over and took his hand, "I also want to find out the murderer of Fulai and hang that fellow on the wall with my own hands!" she looked at him with a grim expression, "Will you help me?"

"It is an honour, Your Majesty. Kenny wanted to kiss her on the forehead, but ended up choosing the back of his hand instead.