He was still asleep a second ago, and in his dream was his father's cold bones, and suddenly, he woke up. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Shelley snuggled up to his side, one hand resting at his side, ** pressed against his back, breathing evenly and softly. The bedding that covered them was disheveled, and they were surrounded by the smell of their joy. It was late at night, and the bedroom was pitch black and silent, as if falling into the legendary abyss.

What's wrong? What was the sound just now? Could it be that there is someone outside?

The night breeze sighed softly over the narrow window. From a very distant place, somewhere, he heard the barking of cats and wild dogs. Other than that, nothing. Sleep, Alan Dalton, oh no, Horn Dalton, he told himself. Outside the door of my bedroom and Shelley's room, outside the gate of the Mother of Light, in the vestibule, in the atrium, in the city wall, at the castle gate, there were people on duty everywhere.

Maybe he dreamed of his father, but he had been dreaming of that cold corpse for seventeen years. Ever since he was guided by Sula to find the legendary secret realm, and Shenhuo brought him to his father, everything has been like a dream, and this has been the case for seventeen years, as well as the woman lying on the bed. Now, he plays Alan Dalton, who wants to take his father out of trouble again and again, but the wheel of fortune keeps running over the ruts of time, and he finally understands why everyone says he is like that uncle.

Horn pulled her arm away, and as she got out of bed, Shelley let out a few sleepy murmurs. A few embers burned in the fireplace, exuding the only residual warmth. The guards outside the house were chatting about what seemed to be about his father's plans to go south. Fate is coming, and he will finally know the answer, and he has been waiting for this moment for a full seventeen years.

It's a good feeling. He walked to the window and opened the narrow windows on the high side one by one. The cold fingers stretched out at night gave him goosebumps. He leaned close to the stone windowsill and looked out at the dark towers, the empty square, the dark sky, and the endless stars that could not be counted to a hundred years old. The half-moon climbs up from behind the bell tower, and the canopy of the rose garden reflects its light. No one came, no one knocked on the window, not even a footstep or two could be heard, and the night was as quiet as a pool of stagnant water.

Seventeen years ago, he took the city of Nipur with his father, and later became his right-hand man, and he accompanied his father through many hardships and dangers, and even nearly lost his life several times. He didn't know what would happen if he died in this world that didn't belong to him, whether he would really die and go to the abyss, or go back to the original world and be Horn Dalton, although it was good, but he wanted to know the answer. He wondered why his father had died, and he wondered if he was a Dalton after all. Over the years, he had to remind himself from time to time and remember his name, and over time, it became a habit every night before going to bed.

He knew that his father would inevitably die after all, and no one could change history, but he had to follow his father on his southern expedition. Of course, the name and identity of Alan Dalton, not Horn Dalton, will be his father's right-hand man, as he was seventeen years ago, and although he doesn't know what the outcome will be, that day is coming.

"Are you awake?" whispered Shelley.

Horn turned and looked at the woman on the bed. He didn't know why he had made this decision, but the hand of fate always seemed to be pulling him in, and perhaps after coming into this world, he would really become Alan Dalton, not Horn. He loved her, so he chose to leave Beicheng, although he knew that they had only been together for seventeen years, but it was enough for him. Perhaps, one day he will go back, or perhaps, he will die in battle with his father, but in front of her, none of this matters.

"What's wrong?" she asked.

"Honey, I'm afraid I'll have to go. He walked over to the edge of the bed and sat down, holding her hand, his honey-colored eyes full of warmth.

"Where?" she asked again.

"North, fate beckons to me. He pretended to be mysterious.

"You always say it as if you know your fate. Shelley looked down and smiled, "By the way, why did you refuse to go to the North City with Mullen alone? Kenny would be glad to see you, as well as Mike, Sercy, Lawrence, and Nina..... We've been hiding it for seventeen years, and it's time to tell them that we've been secretly staying together for seventeen years!"

"No, it's our secret, and no one should tell it. He leaned forward and kissed her deeply on the forehead before leaving. "Honey, if one day I'm gone, you'll—"

She put her hand against the man's lips. "Why aren't you here, you always say, and you don't come back when you go north?" she smiled, "Listen, Alan Dalton, I won't let you be absent, and I won't let you not come back, remember, this will always be your home." ”

But I'll be back to Horn Dalton, he reminded himself. "Alright, go back to sleep, the night is still long. He reached out to brush away the shredded hair from her forehead, "I've been gone for seventeen years, and I have to do something for the Dalton family." Now that the southern conquest is imminent, every Sumerian lord is on the move, and no one does not want to expand their territory, and Kenny will definitely have everyone's support. ”

"I know, I know," Shelley grasped his hand, "are you going to leave now? tonight?"

"It was because I heard something that I woke up, but that guy ....." Horn shook his head, "that damn birdman, why hasn't he come yet, I sent him a letter half a month ago, even if it's on horseback." ”

"Brother, how can a seven-eared man ride a horse?"

Horn jerked around and looked at the windowsill. Mio crouched on the edge of the window, his brown wings were folding, and he flicked the seven silver earrings on his earlobes with his hands, making the crisp crashing sound characteristic of silver ornaments, and his face still had the same look of death as if he were underbeaten. "When did you come?" he said, angry.

"Anyway, I didn't hear anything. The winged man jumped into the bedroom and yawned lazily, "Brother, do you have any wine here?"

"Yes, yes, but we don't have time. Horn turned to Shelley, "Honey, I'm leaving." Remember, don't tell anyone our secrets, no one, hear me?"

Shelley nodded.

Horn quickly kissed her on the cheek, then grabbed the wolf-patterned cloak and his father's black steel sword, and jumped onto Mio's back. He took one last look at Shelley and smiled at her. The brown wings spread, the wind began to whistle in the ears, and the light of the tower became dim and dim, until the Sun Castle was covered with fingernails.

They flew in the moonlight, towards the north, the place that would tell him the answer.