"If you want to know your background, please come to the North City Forest tonight, and I will be waiting for you under the largest nan tree. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info"

No matter how many times I read it, the letter is still the same as when I first read it. Old John's wine had grown cold, and Horn found the parchment in the piles of parchments, but he didn't know where the letter came from, and it was mixed up in countless pieces of parchment, and no one else could find it unless he read them one by one. There was no signature on the letter, there was no wax seal from the minister, and the handwriting was very unfamiliar. "It's interesting that Uncle Selsey is sick at home today. He looked at the spread of the letter on the table and whispered to himself.

It's another conspiracy, and I should burn it.

But when the sharp corners of the letter approached the candle flame, Horn stopped again. What does this mean? He wondered, should I show this letter to my mother and Uncle Selcy? Now that Northtown is no longer the Northtown of my father's time, I have become almost a mongrel and a monster in the mouths of the townsfolk since the rumors appeared. No one trusted me, and even the servants in Hornburg began to treat me differently, am I really not my father's son?

"If you want to know your background, please come to the North City Forest tonight, and I will be waiting for you under the largest nan tree. ”

He read the letter again, and it was just such a simple sentence that he had forgotten how many times he had read it. For as long as I can remember, everybody said I looked like Alan Dalton, but what kind of guy was he? In the mouths of adults, that guy seemed to be omnipotent, and even my father relied on his advice to get to where he is today. But why didn't he say goodbye? Could it be that I was his son, and not his father's?

"If you want to know your background, please come to the North City Forest tonight, and I will be waiting for you under the largest nan tree. ”

He read it again, this time quietly. What if it's a conspiracy? Uncle Sersi and I have already been ambushed, which has completely disgraced me, and more importantly, it has caused three of your envoys to be found because their bodies have been trampled into mud.

If this is another conspiracy, it means that the enemy is indeed as Big Ear says, and those who hide in the shadows, like the instigators of this afternoon's revolt, must be the parents of the sons of the nobles who died in the southern expedition. They hated me, they hated me for coming back, and what they saw was the cold corpse of their son. They must have expected that I would not dare to tell my mother about this, so I had to go alone, and what was waiting for me in the forest of the North City was most likely a sword hidden in the shadows, or an arrow.

Should I go and throw myself into the net, or should I burn the letter so that my mother wouldn't see it?

"If you want to know your background, please come to the North City Forest tonight, and I will be waiting for you under the largest nan tree. ”

For the past 17 years, my father would always show me the way. He was so tall and indestructible, and everyone respected him, even Uncle Mike, but now he was in the First Continent, thousands of miles away from me, and no matter how fast and high the crow flew, he couldn't let him answer the question.

He could not answer that question. That's right, if this letter is seen by his father, he will be furious, he loves his mother, he loves her like that, compared to the illegitimate children of other lords, he is the only one, even his mother and the god Namu choose to forgive him, because he has amnesia, he does not know that he has married his mother, he has not done anything wrong in his life, except for the defeat of Karta.

"If you want to know your background, please come to the North City Forest tonight, I will be in the biggest ....."

The door opened, and he frantically stuffed the letter into his chair and sat on it. The person who came in was the mother, who had shaggy hair, wore only a loose dressing gown, and had exhaustion in her eyes. "You haven't rested so late?" Horn tried to show a relaxed look.

"Trying to hide the wine and fail?" the mother smiled and sat down at the table, "As the Lord of the North City, you should always be awake..... But it doesn't matter. ”

Horn smiled and nodded. "I thought you were rested. ”

"Selsey is not here, can you handle so many pieces alone?"

"No problem. Horn shrugged his shoulders in embarrassment.

A smile of satisfaction and pride appeared in the corners of the mother's eyes. "Rest early. ”

Horn watched with suspicion as his mother departed. Did she find the letter? Unlikely, if she did, she would have asked me to hand it over, and she cared more about rumors than anyone else. He thought as he pulled out the letter, then got up and walked to the fireplace, threw it into the flames, and watched the parchment curl and blacken. "If you want to know your background, please come to the North City Forest tonight, and I will be waiting for you under the largest nan tree. He muttered to himself.

The night is extraordinarily sultry. Horn stood in front of the window, and saw the guards standing below, their armor pale from the moonlight. Do I really want to go to the North Forest alone?" he looked at the knights and thought, this is too risky. If it had been his father's choice, he would not have gone alone and imprisoned himself.

After making this decision, he sat back down at his father's desk and took a sip of the cold wine, the icy liquid sliding down his throat and immediately sobering him up. Is that guy still waiting in the Northside Forest? He picked up the first parchment and thought, how long will it be to wait, damn it, why don't you sign it and don't tell me why, it's so cruel.

All sorts of thoughts kept looping through his mind. It would be nice if someone could tell me what to do. He suddenly missed his half-brother Sonny, although that guy's head was not enough, but at least it wouldn't harm him, if Sonny was there, he wouldn't have thought about it for so long, he knew that Sonny would definitely protect him behind his back, even if there were ten swords hidden in the shadows, he wouldn't have a trace of timidity.

Damn, this isn't Horn Dalton. He cursed in his heart, then threw away the piece in his hand, got up from his chair, and walked to the door. "Your Excellency. The guards at the door bowed and saluted.

"Go, get my horse ready. He looked up at the man and commanded.

As the wind whistled in his ears, he still pondered the man's identity. The mystery will soon be revealed. He leaned down and thought, I want to see who is playing such a joke on me. It was the hunting ground of our Dalton family, and I knew it better than anyone else, and no one could hurt me there, no matter who it was.