In the study, it was full of the familiar smell of chestnuts on my father's body. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Since birth, Horn feels like he's never cried. When he was a child, he learned to ride a horse, he broke his arm, when he first learned to bow and arrow, he broke his index finger, he accidentally fell into Lake Mochizuki and choked on shock, and the last southern expedition, when his father was still alive and Uncle Mike was also alive, a group of twenty-six of them, on the way home, they encountered the western lord of Nipur, and almost died.

But when he saw his father, who had once been tall, burly, and towering like a peak, lying in the cold sarcophagus, his familiar palms turned to black bones, and his resolute, serious face, which always smiled at him, was only a skull, he burst into tears, and howled louder than the autumn when he was born at Lake Mochizuki.

Everything seems to have changed. The North City lost its original color and turned gray, and the streets of Wanxiang were full of low weeping, some for children, some for husbands, and some for the great Lord Kenny. Hornburg also lost its original warmth and became lifeless, as did the Lord's Tower, so did the Bachelor's Tower, so did the Lord's Hall, all the familiar places, including his father's study. And the mother, who was strict but felt sorry for her in every way, has now changed, she no longer smiles, and she no longer speaks softly.....

On the desk was not a sheepskin medallion, but my father's black steel sword and the gray wolf-patterned cloak. Horn stared at it for a long time, his eyes glazed and motionless, from the first dawn of the morning, to the setting sun, to the long, seemingly endless lonely night. It seems that everyone is still mourning the failure of the southern crusade and, more importantly, the loss of their children, husbands, fathers, and the great and respected lord.

The wax is lit and extinguished, and it is extinguished and lit. Little John brought hot soup, cooled it and took it away, and then brought it and took it away, and so on and so forth, until the person who delivered it became Mabel, who was carrying Horn's favorite jam pie, a large plate, and the most beautiful wine in North City, and Steven's poppy milk to help him sleep.

Horn still sat there, ignoring anyone's reassurances. Mother only came once, Aunt Mira twice, Uncle Cercy and Uncle Mike three times, Mabel knelt down and kowtowed to him, Little John begged a thousand times, Old John would only cry vigorously, Sula had been with him, and so was Sonny, but no one could change anything. He just sat quietly, looking at the sword and cloak on the table, motionless, like a soulless exorcist.

When his mother came the second time, he had been sitting in a chair for three days, his eyes were blank and his eye sockets were sunken, and it was as if the god Namu had closed the door of the world to him. "Child," she said, walking around the desk and putting her hand on his shoulder, "war is never constant, the North City can't go on like this forever, it needs a new lord, and now everyone can cry, but you can't." ”

Horn wanted to cry, but the tears had long since dried. In the three days since he came back to Beicheng, he has not eaten a drop of water, and now he is like a dried corpse that has been drained of water, and he doesn't want to do this, but ..... He didn't want to inherit the lordship, and he hadn't gotten an answer yet, though it didn't seem to matter anymore. The death of his father seemed to take away all the rumors, and while the people of Beicheng were grieving, they also forgot the rumor that had become a fact. No one doubts his identity anymore, no one questions his inheritance, and people are eager for a new hero to appear, and that person is not Mother, not Sonny, not Uncle Selcy, but him. It had to be him, Horn Dalton.

"I swear to you in the name of the Eagle of the Prairie, the Dalton Wolf Stripe, your father who is far away in the Abyss, and the Namu God, Horn. The mother's voice was full of sadness. "You are Kenny's child, my husband's child, my child, you have the wolf blood of the Dalton family in your body, and you are the only remaining bloodline of the Dalton family in this world, of course, except for Sonny Kelling, but he has to inherit Assyria, and the people of Northtown will not recognize his identity. Now, only you can bring Beicheng back to life, don't do it again, Beicheng needs you. ”

What the North City needs is a father, the hero who can take them back to Karta, back to Angola, back to the wasteland. Horn thought sadly, but now that he was gone, people's good wishes, the future of the North City, were all gone.

"Ma'am. The door to the study was pushed open, and Sersi entered. "The meeting has just ended, and the coronation ceremony has been arranged. He walked over to the table, whether he was looking at Horn or Nina, and said, "Tomorrow, the people of Northcity will have a new lord." The war is over, and although the ending is not what we want to see, all the grief will pass, and the Namu God has not yet let the sky fall, and we must all take heart for it. ”

"Child, do you hear me?" said the mother softly, "tomorrow, you will inherit the lordship and become the new lord of the North City, and what your father can do, you will definitely be able to." You're the Dalton kid, and if you still think you are, one day, you're going to fulfill Kenny's last wish. Her voice gradually raised. "Mine, too, your Uncle Selcy, Uncle Camille, and Uncle Lawrence, and the entire Northern City, and the 100,000 Allies in the Southern Expedition!" she pinched her son's shoulder. "Listen, I won't let you go on like this!!"

Horn didn't say a word the whole time until the door to the study was closed. "Why didn't you tell me why my father died?" he muttered to himself, "Didn't they win the battle of Shotoku? And Aunt Mira, why did she grow old like this, Sonny was so distressed to see it, why didn't you tell me why?"

There was a knock on the door outside. One, two, three, then a continuous knock, and finally the door was gently pushed open. "Horn, can we come in?" Sulla's head poked out through the half-hidden crack in the door, and her purple eyes turned black in the candlelight.

"Go in, he's dumb. "It's Sonny's voice. Then the door was pushed open completely, and Sonny walked over to his desk and sat down, looking Horn up and down. "Man, are you better?" asked Sula softly as he closed the door.

Horn nodded.

"I'm going to pick up the jam pie for you?" said Sonny, "Mabel makes it every day, but I'm the only one who eats it, and it's delicious, so come on a little?"

Horn shook his head slightly.

"You need something to eat, Horn. Sura sat down at the table, "Otherwise, you'll never get the answer you want." ”

"It doesn't matter anymore. This time he spoke for the first time since returning to Beicheng.

"How could it not be important?" Sula couldn't help frowning, "Don't you want to know if you're Kenny-sama's child, Sonny's brother?"

The corners of Horn's brow twitched.

"Grab a bite to eat, let's go," Sulla whispered, "and we'll go to the place where all the questions can be answered." ”