"Lord Alan Dalton, don't look around like that when you enter the castle later. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info" Morris folded his hands, completely lost the heroic spirit of the border station, and sat in the saddle with a lazy attitude.

Alan didn't say anything, but looked up at the morning mist of the Sun Castle. The outer wall of the majestic shore is a hundred feet high, and there is neither a secret door nor a secret door arrow hole on it, and the boulders are inlaid exquisitely, and everywhere is integrated, no angles are seamless, and the curve is smooth. He suddenly remembered that Morris had said that the castle was forty feet thick at its narrowest point, and nearly a hundred feet wide on the seaside side, and that the two layers of boulders on the inside and outside of the wall were sandwiched between the gravel and sand in the middle. "Even if the god Namu comes, he can't push it down!" the middle-aged knight told him proudly.

A short walk on, you could already faintly hear the sound of the waves crashing against the reef, and the waves even drowned out the cries of the endless stream of people, the hawkers, and the hangover of the people in the taverns. Alan suddenly felt as if he had seen this castle somewhere.

"Sir Maurice!" shouted a man with a cashmere-trimmed cloak over his shoulders. Two horsemen appeared at the gate of the castle, and they drove their horses slowly, and the man in fine clothes looked anxious. "That's Moran, a famous scholar in Sunlight City, and a teacher to the lord's unborn child. Morris told the trio.

Alan looked at the man. He rode on a dark brown horse, and was dressed very plainly, except for a cashmere cape: a cotton blouse, a pair of coldly worn old boots, and the weaver's rough white breeches. It was only when he got closer that Alan saw that he had garnets and topazes on his belt, and that he was wearing a red gold necklace around his neck, on which a boxy sapphire had fallen.

"It's a long way, hard work, Sir Maurice!" said the middle-aged man who called Moran, smiling, and then turned to the three strangers, "Lord Alan Dalton, Lord Sercy, and ..... Hello. ”

"My name is Steven," the red-haired imp told him with a displeased face, "Lord Alan Dalton's attendant, and his and Serci's halberd-bearer attendants, and Lord Kenny Dalton's personal soldier who will have time to take the oath in the future!"

"Oh, sorry, hello Steven. Moran was still as cordial as ever, "A few distinguished guests, it must have been hard to come all the way from the border station, right?"

"Polite words can be dispensed with. Alan told the middle-aged man unceremoniously.

Moran's narrow chin tightened under his well-groomed beard, but it quickly stretched out again. "Yes, sir. He continued to put on a courteous smile, "The lord has been waiting for the three of you for a long time, she has been talking about you every day, she must be in the dining room at this time, waiting for you to enjoy the most delicious breakfast in Sunshine City!

"Lead the way. "It's clear that Alan is not a nice, personable guest.

Within the walls of the majestic shore, its area is even more than the imagination of three newcomers. In addition to the fortified main fort, there are nearly five huge towers, which are built on the sea, surround the main fort, and contain almost the entire castle's barns, barracks, banquet halls, and aristocratic residences.

Connected to them were wide stone paths, paved with solid bluestone and lined with flowers and plants planted by gardeners, and as Moran led them through them, the patrolling guards and servants bowed to their knees with great respect.

"The main hall is in the main castle, of course, and the dining room is further back, but the lord has told me to take you to her small dining room, where she is waiting for you. To be honest, it's not an honor for everyone, even I've only been there once. And, just to send her an important letter. When Moran said this, Morris followed the four, with a look of resentment.

But when Moran led them off their horses, stepped up the wide stone steps, entered the magnificent main castle, passed through the winding stone paths and pavilions, and entered the arched corridor guarded by two rows of guards, the restaurant in the gate at the end was not too small at all.

Alan stood in front of the dark brown oak door, and needed to look up to see the door beam above. Moran whispered a few words to the guards at the door, and the guards slowly opened the door, and Moran bowed down and made a gesture of invitation. "Three, the lords are waiting for you inside. The middle-aged bachelor said earnestly.

Alan frowned and walked in first.

The small hall was indeed small, but it also set up a long table large enough for thirty people to eat, and the table was covered with a tender yellow cloth, on which steaming dishes were listed. The warm fire crackled and the smell of roasted meat and freshly baked bread wafted through the air.

"Long time no see, Alan. A cheerful voice came from the end of the long table.

Allen's gaze then turned to a woman sitting in a chair. She was dressed in a bright yellow velvet blouse, a golden crown of the sun, a topaz on her forehead, and purple eyes below. A pair of eyes that Alan is all too familiar with.

"Oh, damn it!" Alan cursed, and walked quickly over to the woman.

She stood up, opened her arms, and greeted a long-lost hug. "It's good that Morris has good swordsmanship, otherwise ....." Alan let go of his hand before he finished speaking. He looked down at the woman's belly, and the surprise on his face turned to surprise.

"He's the successor to Sunshine City....." she whispered to Allen.

"Oh..... Really?" Alan took two steps back and pulled out a chair and sat down.

"Shelley?" Sercy sat down next to Allen, looking at the woman in a fancy dress with surprise written on her face.

"Captain Sersi, long time no see. The woman smiled and said, "I have ordered the wine of Nipur to be prepared, and you will like it!" and she took the silver flask, and as she poured wine for the two of them, she said, "I heard that the city of Nipur is ......"

"The torrent poured out Nippel," Alan interrupted, holding his glass, "and a lot has happened since you left....."

Shelley sat back in his chair and listened to him quietly. In the meantime, Sercy and Steven have long since lost their patience and feasted. The two feasted on roasted bison legs with leeks, venison pie stuffed with carrots, bacon and mushrooms, lamb chops coated with honey and cloves, spiced duck, peppered wild boar, roast swans, yakitori and pigeon skewers with peppers, barley beef stew, and of course, the city's most famous white truffle.

"Now, Lord Kenny has a whereabouts, huh?" After Allen finished speaking, Shelley cut a piece of black pepper beef and put it on his plate.

Alan nodded. "If Sir Maurice is not lying," he said, "Kenny should now establish a new station on the border between Assyria and your Sunshine City, for I do not know what is going on." ”

"Then you are going to ....."

"Shelley," Sersi looked up, "I have something to ask of you, is that okay?"

"Captain Sersi, we don't have to see each other like this. ”

"Alan and I are out of your, but Mike is still in that damn dungeon. Sersi wiped the eggplant juice from the corners of her mouth with a cloth and took a sip of wine, "And Winnie, and maybe Mio and Linde, and even Lord Kenny's wife." He paused, "If possible, I would like to borrow troops from you, we are afraid that we will not be able to wait for the lords, because your may kill them at any time....."