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"The god Namu has never given animals the gift of lying like humans," Camille smiled at Kenny with a happy face, "Lord, can you stop staring at me with that suspicion?"

"What if I say I can't?" Kenny narrowed his eyes wider, "You're going to turn around and leave?"

"Are you still doubting my loyalty?" the boy shrugged, "Although I betrayed you, it doesn't mean that the same thing will happen twice, after all, dogs sometimes eat other things, right?"

"If you want to stay a little longer, come in. The white dove shifted his gaze from the newly emerging sun to the boy, "Although the bacon bread on the overnight doesn't taste very good, if you don't mind, I can fry you another egg." ”

"Thank you. Camille smiled lazily again, "Hey, old man, wait for me here." He leaned over and touched the white wolf's ear, lifted his foot up the three-step wooden staircase, and then turned around by the door until Kenny entered the house before entering.

The beeswax on the table had long since burned out as the thin wooden door was hidden, and only the faint glow of the fireplace was still flickering.

The squat was cramped even smaller than expected, and Camille never dreamed that the former queen of Assyria would find such a room. It was built almost next to the castle, and the pulsatilla, who had heard the news, told him that in the past few days Mira Kelling, together with the lord, had met with half of the Assyrian ministers in this room, and some of them, even turning a corner in front of the castle gates, had come straight to the house to see their former queen.

"Boy, how long are you going to sell it?" Kenny tapped his chin in one hand and tapped the table with the other.

"Five thousand of them are your people. Camille got straight to the point," the message was absolutely accurate, but the birds told me that they didn't seem to be equipped with weapons and horses, and even their armor had been stripped off. ”

"My people?" Kenny frowned slightly as he removed his hands from the table.

"O Confederates!" said Camille, "it says it saw two flags, one of which was the cross. He scratched his messy curls, as if remembering something, "Lord, you can't even remember this, do you?"

He wanted to remember. The white dove went to the table and handed them two plates, each containing two small pieces of bread and a slice of fried burnt bacon, and Camille's plate had an extra fried egg.

Kenny took a bite of the bacon and made a crunchy sound, and he chewed thoughtfully for a moment. "I don't really remember," he said, "but the cross flag .....," he thought again, swallowing the bacon before speaking, "I seem to have a little impression.....

"Namu, you are cruel!" cried Camille, swallowing a whole fried egg.

"If you say so, there are Kenny's troops in the north, and the most likely scenario is that they have been captured, right?" White Dove picked up the clay pot on the table and poured himself a glass of honey water.

"It's true that it's the Confederates, but whether they've been captured or not, I'm afraid only the god Namu knows," said Camille, "and the birds only say that the men are unarmed, and that one by one they seem to have lost their souls." He took a few more bites of bread, "However, I think it's good news," he put down the bread and raised an eyebrow, "You think, White has been in power for three years, whether it is the government or the opposition or the army, there must be party henchmen, and these five thousand people may be a powerful weapon for us to take over the Tielin Army!"

"Does it have to be the Confederate who wields the Cross Flag?" Kenny laughed, "The blacksmith in the city still has a cross tattoo on his pants, so he's a member of the Confederate Army?"

"Lord, you've changed ....." Camille frowned suddenly.

"yes, I actually hate traitors more than the imps who sell the gates. Kenny said softly, and then his honey-colored eyes narrowed into two slits as he stared coldly at the boy sitting at the table.

Camille looked at him too. The former lord, who had been scarred on his face by the years, had three thin lines deeply engraved on the corners of his squinted eyes, which he had never noticed before.

"I'm sorry, lord. Camille stood up from the table, "I think it's time for you and Lady Mira to be alone." He took a few steps back, bowed, pushed the door open, and left the cabin.

"Nameless, why do you keep targeting him?" asked the white dove, looking at the slowly closed wooden door. A wolf howl came from outside the house, just like the howl of the previous night.

"It's a matter between us, and there's no need to put an outsider at risk. Kenny shoved the last loaf of bread on his plate into his mouth and looked at the white pigeon as he chewed his mouth, "What's more, whether he's loyal or not, he's saved at least one of our lives." ”

"Yes," said the white dove smiling bitterly at him, "there are so many people involved in this matter, and I am really worried about what will happen to those who have sworn allegiance if the plan fails." She stroked her forehead, her voice narrowing, "Kenny, I don't dare think about it....."

Kenny pushed the table away, got up and hugged her, patting her on the back gently. "Don't worry, my dear," he whispered softly, "we won't fail, never." ”

"Thank you. The white dove murmured, and stood on tiptoe to kiss his bearded jaw.

"Tell me how we're going to get into the castle later. Kenny let go of his hand, pulled a chair and sat down, then pulled the white dove into his arms.

"Today, the Marquis of Quanti is the most trusted assistant of the ruling king. The white dove turned his head and said softly, "Earlier, he promised White that he would sacrifice four of the most beautiful girls on his birthday, and today is White's birthday. ”

"Shall we do it at his birthday party?" Kenny frowned slightly.

At luncheon, Quanti regretted that he had fulfilled his promise to offer four young and beautiful girls. The white pigeon smiled, "I will mix in with the four and expose his hypocrisy in public!"

"What about me?" his voice fell into her silver hair.

"Of course you are Marquis Quanti's personal bodyguard," she put her hands on his head and leaned back, her blue eyes looking down on him condescendingly, and the messy but charming beard on his chin, "Nameless, promise me that no matter what happens today, even if the enemy has already put a knife to my neck, don't act rashly." ”

"Why?"

"I'll be fine," she pulled away a hand and put her arm around his neck, "I told Quanti just now that if something happens, he will protect you with his life." ”

"I should have said these things to you, but—"

The white dove suddenly put his fingers to his lips and gagged Kenny's words, and the love in those eyes continued to flow like a trickle of water, gradually submerging Kenny.

As his shirt faded, she looked at the fine sweat on his forehead, and there was a coarse gasp in her ears. "Last night I had a dream," she told him, "and in the dream I saw our child, a boy. ”

"Really?" Kenny kissed her earlobe, "What would you call him if we did have a baby?"

"I don't know. She suddenly became shy.

"It's called Sonny," he said, "and we met at the Mulberry Cabin, and hopefully one day, we will drop everything and go back there with the children, back to the place where we met." ”

She closed her eyes and didn't say anything more.