"Nonsense!" Kenny spat out and slammed the table, "It's nonsense, everyone was assassinated in different places, at different times, and in different ways in Karta, didn't Linde tell you that?"

"Hide people's eyes. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info" Horn shrugged and reached out to touch the scar on his throat.

"That's enough, man. Kenny leaned forward and stretched out his index finger, "Your suspicion will split the Coalition Army, they are from different territories, and there is no marriage contract, I don't want the Southern Expeditionary Army to be a mess due to internal strife before the final war starts!"

"I'd rather die on the battlefield than at the hands of my own people, and I believe you too. Horn pointed to the scar he had just caressed and said bitterly, "I bet you there must be ghosts among us, if not more than one, believe it or not." ”

"Well, you're here to reproach me, don't hide it, Alan. Kenny crossed his fingers and cocked his chin, "I'll admit, I was a little out of shape that day, it's not what an army leader should do. But you should see the situation very clearly, the dragon is helping us, but the vanguard is beating the drums of war for retreating, at that time, if you are the commander, can you let your men retreat? There is only one chance, if we retreat, the will of the Alliance will no longer allow us to launch a second attack on Karta. ”

"They are afraid of dragons because you lied. Horn reminded him.

"It turned out that I was right, and you did, didn't you?" Kenny caught the spearhead and turned it at Horn, his eyes as if to say: I only commanded a third of this war, and the remaining two-thirds were yours, and if I was wrong, you were wrong, Karta's hero.

Horn shook his head helplessly, chuckling softly. "You're such a bastard, Kenny. Rest assured, I won't be raising the issue of guilt in the council again, but it's clear that the Assassins did it ourselves. Don't be in a hurry to deny it, although your explanation for them may sound impeccable, the truth may be far from what you think!" Rather than listening to others, you should see with your own eyes, but don't trust your own eyes too much. This phrase from old Maude came to his mind again. Didn't my father die in the Peace Army? History hasn't changed at all?

"In your eyes, I'm afraid everyone but me is an enemy, a rebel, a spy and an assassin, and there is no good seed anyway. Kenny stared at him intently, "Man, your prejudice against others has made you black and white, which is dangerous, especially at times like these. Linde should have told you that we will soon march into Black to bring the southern expedition to a successful conclusion, but you are muddying the waters here, don't you think things are messy enough?"

"In your mind, the least likely betrayal would be Mira, followed by Mike and Camille, right?" Horn didn't want to talk about it again, but his father pulled the conversation back. "Recall that Mira drove you and your allies, and the refugees of Nipur out of Assyria for the sake of Assyria. As for Mike, he is an eagle in the Angolan steppe, and there is a saying in Angola: you raise an eagle all your life, but you end up pecked out of the eye by the eagle. Camille doesn't need me to say it, he must be very kind to the palace dungeon, right?"

Kenny let go of his crossed hands, his face becoming a little displeased, but he didn't say anything to retort.

"I just want to tell you that loyalty is equal to all three in the face of duty, honor and hatred, and does not have any advantage in choice. Horn took his glass and drank it down, "Of course, this is just speculation, but it doesn't mean it will never happen, understand, Kenny Dalton?"

Kenny remained silent.

Horn picked up the flask and refilled the glass, then the second, then the third, until he began to pour the fourth, that Kenny opened his mouth, "Say, what should we do?" Oh, you remember, I was just worried that the Assassins would threaten us, and I didn't question the oath that the others had taken at the Northside Seminary. ”

I'm just worried about your safety, father. "Remove all the guards from the palace, and let the Icemen take over these thankless posts, and try not to leave the palace for the rest of the time. I mean, everyone, including you. Horn said softly.

"Why the Iceborn?" asked Kenny, unsurprisingly.

"Lawrence is far more prestigious in the Icefield than Camille, which is why he can go south with you," Horn explained, "and at this point, believe me, Lawrence is the one who will never betray you, just like me." ”

"What else?"

"Don't march into Black just yet, at least until you find out where the dragon is moving. ”

"This can't be!" Kenny quickly retorted, "I've had four strategy meetings for that. The morale of the Confederates is now rising, and it is the best time to send troops to Black, and now that Ryan's whereabouts are unknown, we may not need to attack the city at all, but only need to negotiate with the defenders under the walls, and we can swagger into Black. ”

"Good dreams, but too naïve. Horn replied with the same speed of his words, "Have you forgotten that the real ruler of the First Continent is not Ryan, but that mysterious alien?"

"I even suspect that that person doesn't exist at all. Right now, the Peace Army has suffered two defeats, 60,000 to 70,000 dead and wounded, why hasn't he come out to save the world? "What, you have news of that person?"

Horn shook his head slightly. "Man, I've been in bed for almost a week, where's the news?"

"Oh, is it?" Kenny smiled again, reaching for the mountain of letters, "I have news for you, from the little lord of a remote castle in Drummer. He fumbled for a long time, and finally with two hands, he dug through the letter in the pile of letters.

Horn saw that the beeswax of the letter had been opened, and the heraldic pattern on it appeared to be a paper clip. The father opened the envelope, pulled out two pieces of parchment letter from it and handed them to the edge of the table. Ryan exaggerated, the letter said, that the Peace Army did not have 100,000 men at all, and that there were now fewer than 25,000 men guarding Black, and most of them were mercenaries that Bill had paid for during his lifetime. Kenny smiled, "Mercenaries, you know, the fastest ones!"

"I only trust the scouts of our Alliance Army. Horn didn't bother to read the dense letter.

"It has been sent out a long time ago, and if the news is true, we will soon march into Black. Kenny put away his smile and swept away the cheerfulness in his tone, "Man, that can't change. ”

The candle flame flickered for a moment, and Horn looked at his father, his face turning into a grim statue again.