Horn stood on the walls of Kartasi and watched as the expedition marched to Blake. This was Kenny's job, he thought as he watched, but the guy couldn't wake up yet, and if he did, the show would be ruined. "Why hasn't the lord woken up yet? It's not right, his heart is beating normally, everything is normal, he should be awake!" Two days ago, he heard the old doctor who had served Dalton all his life complained.

With the snowflakes flying in the sky, the flags gradually drifted into the distance, countless horses raised their legs to lift the snow, and triumphal carols were sung from time to time in the procession, just as there was a trace of fear on the faces of the soldiers on the day of the march to the city of Shotoku, as if the balance of victory had been in their favor without suspense since Kane announced the march of the army.

"Look, how many flags do you know?" he asked Lindh.

The young swordsman today wears a new leather coat and cape, and has a flaming wolf's head emblem on his chest, like the heroic swordsman of the story. "Wolf Striped North, Scythe Assyria, Sun Daylight, Flame your, Oak Leaf Elidu...... Six ...... No, five. Damn, what about the people of the Ice Plains?"

Horn laughed, "You're guarding the city for us, old man." ”

The two of them watched everyone leave the northern city before descending the stone steps of the old, slippery city wall. Horn continued to work in his father's study, with a hill-high pile of parchment ledgers on his desk, a task that was nearly impossible to accomplish - squeezing a little money out of the Karta accounts after being ransacked by Ryan to rebuild the streets and houses north of the city that had been burned by dragon fire.

Linde sat on the sidelines, crossed his legs, drinking the most expensive wine in Karta, and looked like a new aristocrat. But Horn couldn't get him away, because now that Karta was in the hands of the Iceborns, his father's security was left to Aiden, and he was the only one with Linde, and if the Assassin did show up, such as a servant delivering food, or a guard who came to report, he could have slit his neck before he could draw his black steel sword.

When Mira's maid came to summon her, it was already the middle of the night. For the first time, Horn found himself looking at the girl with such joy. She was indeed not very good-looking, her face was full of freckles, her fingernails were long, and her taste in her clothes was even more intriguing, and I wonder why the queen of Assyria chose this maid, or was it just because she was reliable? He closed the ledger, blew out the oil lamp, put on his cloak, and walked through the castle to the fanged tower. It was cold outside, and as Lind had warned him, the ground was already covered with snow, and the cold air could freeze his ears. "Damn, why is this place colder than the northern city, shouldn't it be the farther south, the warmer it gets?" he rubbed his hands and complained as he crossed the drawbridge.

When they entered their father's bedroom, they found that all the servants had withdrawn, and even the guards standing guard at the door were gone, and Mira and Aiden's faces were a little ugly. "Alan, what the hell are you trying to do?" he heard his father's deep voice, which contained a complaint, but not a reproach, but enough of a deterrent.

"You should continue to fall asleep until I help you catch the ghost, and it's not too late to wake up. Horn walked over to the table, poured himself half a glass of wine, and drank it down, as if trying to swallow all the annoying accounts in his head.

"Inner ghost, inner ghost, inner ghost, you know all day to catch inner ghost, what the is inner ghost?" Kenny sat on the edge of the bed, dressed in a nightgown, his voice was not loud, he seemed to know that the wall had ears. "Look at the current situation, although Black's city defense is like an empty city, you can't leave all the Ice Plains behind, right? There are not many armies left in the northern city and Assyria, and with the 20,000 men of Kane and Dark, they can capture Blake, which is surrounded like an iron bucket? Also, Duke Darke is now sick in bed, why don't you wait two days?"

"Didn't you always want to take Black?" Horn walked over to his father with an empty glass, "Besides, I have sent 20,000 men, have you forgotten the various dukes who have sworn allegiance to you? ”

"Mira has told me all that you want to see the Iceborns rebel. Kenny tilted his head and said coldly, "Even if Aiden suspects his own brother, it is only a suspicion after all, do you have evidence that Camille is plotting against him? Is there evidence that the Iceborns want to steal all the gains?" he patted the edge of the bed fiercely, "Take a step back and say, if the Iceborns really rebel, now Karta only has a thousand guards, you risk the lives of all of us, and bet that he will spare us?"

"Do you believe Camille, or do you believe me and Aiden?" Horn smiled, then the smile froze on his face, "Or, neither?"

Kenny gripped the edge of the bed, hesitated for a moment, and finally sighed. "Alan, sometimes I really wonder if you're from the Dalton family after all. What's the difference between your suspicions, your cunning, your unscrupulousness, and your ruthlessness?"

"It doesn't make a difference, he should have changed his name to Alan Jerk. Mira giggled.

Horn didn't laugh, he handed the cup to Lind, pulled a chair and sat down. "I've been bothering me for seventeen years, and I still haven't figured it out, so I wonder if you can tell me, Kenny Dalton?"

Kenny looked at the same honey-colored eyes as himself. Suddenly, he felt that those eyes were somewhat similar to his son, but Horn's eyes were clearer than his, although they were just as stubborn, but they were not so cold and complicated. "Nothing else," he said, turning his head to look at his own soldiers, "I'm worried because this suspicion is from Aiden...... If he really rebels, will he slaughter the city?"

"No, it won't. Mira sat down and took his hand.

"Aside from the Icefield Informant, what did you not ask from the captured Assassins?" Kenny asked.

"Lord, all the assassins have committed suicide. Aiden replied truthfully.

This makes sense, and Kenny reluctantly admits that if the Assassins dared to stab them, they must have believed that they would die. "Why did the Iceman who reported his lord confess Camille and chose to believe you?"

"Because he's a close confidant of Lawrence. Horn calmly pointed out.

Kenny shook his head. "I still don't believe Camille will rebel, what are you going to do?"

"That boy is ready to sacrifice himself," Horn looked up at his father, "I mean, the Iceman named Walder, who decided to put on a bitter ploy in the palace dungeon in order to prove that he was right. That place should bring Camille back to 'good memories,' right?"

"When?"

"Tomorrow. Horn said softly.