The fire in the chamber was dim, and Kenny leaned back in his chair, his feet unrestrained on the edge of the table, his hair and beard disheveled, and his sleep sloppy, almost indistinguishable from that of a drunken reckless man in a tavern. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

After his defeat and flight to the Sumerian continent, his innate aristocratic style gradually faded in the indefinite environment and was replaced by Allen's ruffianism.

A little wind squeezed in through the window, and the campfire on the edge of the wall swayed on Kenny's face, his brow twitching, and his expression became a little pained.

In his sleep, he seemed to see his own soldier Marven. The faithful little fellow handed him a longbow and arrow, and he drew the longbow and shot at a man not far away, who fell to the ground, and was pierced through the heart by the arrow, and the scarlet blood gradually spread from the man's back until it became a pool of blood, and merged into a sea of crimson blood in the wilderness.

Everything around him vanished and became dark, and Kenny found himself standing in a sea of blood, quietly looking at the person floating on the blood mirror in the distance, there were no waves, but the corpse of the person was slowly floating towards him.

The cold body touched his silver boots, and Kenny lowered his head, feeling like something had been smacked in his heart.

Sea-blue eyes, messy brown curls, and the huge corpse at his feet was none other than his own soldier, Camille, who had killed him with his own hands.

The corpse slowly sank, and when Kenny came back to his senses and wanted to take one last look at the poor little fellow, the blood was already on his cheek, and finally, even the tip of his nose was completely gone.

He sighed, not surprised by what he saw.

Suddenly, the sea of blood under his feet suddenly rose and waves, and the sea of blood, which was as quiet as a mirror a second ago, suddenly turned into an abyssal hell ravaged by a tsunami, and the silence just now was replaced by a raging wind, and monstrous waves rolled up on all sides, frantically slapping towards Kenny standing on the water.

Kenny felt his heart tremble, he reached out to hold something, but seeing nothing around him, he started running, only to find that his feet seemed to be filled with lead water, and he tried to shout, and the sound was instantly drowned out in the wind and waves.

Immediately after, a huge wave crashed against him, and darkness turned before his eyes.

"Uh..... Save..... I ....."

Kenny shook his head, feeling a little dry in his throat, and he blinked, looked around, and found himself curled up on the bluestone floor, blood red wine spilled on the floor, soaking the silver ratskin blanket on top of his body, and the hapless oak chair toppling over, half of his own foot still hanging on it.

He sighed deeply, and just as he wanted to get up, there was a creaking sound of a heavy oak door.

"What are you doing?" said Allen.

Kenny shrugged tiredly.

Aiden hurriedly stepped forward to pick up his lord, and bent down to pick up the silver ratskin blanket and silver flask on the ground, and then put them in their rightful place.

After doing all this, he stood by the wall, like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered, and prayed silently as he peeked at the lord that Alan would not tell the lord about his stupidity, although that was unlikely.

"I'm asking you!" Alan frowned, "Why are you sleeping here?Morwinburg doesn't even have a lord's bedroom?" he saw Kenny stroking his head silently, and his tone increased again, "Don't tell me you ..... all the rooms"

"Can you be quiet for a moment?" Kenny muttered, interrupting the conversations.

"I'm afraid not!" Alan slapped the table angrily, "I don't want to disturb you, but the gate of Morwin Fort is blocked, and if it is a little later, it is estimated that there will be a river of blood outside!"

Kenny spread his hands and leaned back in his chair. "What's the matter?" he grumbled like a child, "the nobles are making trouble again? they're annoying!" he patted the arm of his chair, "Tell me, what did they come up with to remove me this time?"

"It's a hundred times worse than that!" Alan walked over to the table and sat down, pouring himself half a glass of wine, "The troublemakers are for Eugene, they ....."

"What?" Kenny interrupted, raising an eyebrow, "for Eugene's sake, don't tell me the guys blocking the door are a group of elves.....

"Damn! when is this, are you still in the mood to laugh!" Alan slammed the table with his wine glass, "The makers are all monks from the seminary, and that group of guys is sitting quietly outside the gate, there are more than a hundred people, and there are many devout believers among them, and the worst thing is that the news has spread, and there are now at least two thousand spectators in the 10,000-person square!"

"So much?" Kenny exclaimed, "They just sat still, didn't they try to rush in?" he looked back at Aiden standing by the wall, "Why didn't you wake me up when something so big happened?"

"Because ....." Aiden tugged at the corners of his clothes and lowered his head in a slurch.

"Because we didn't bother you before you went to bed, forgot?" Alan took over and glanced at Aiden, "The Guards have blocked the gate, so they can't get in, your own soldiers are doing well, he has the potential to be the captain of the Guards....."

"Really....." Kenny scratched his ear, "what about Sercy?"

"He's going to settle your Confederate forces, as well as Lynd and Shelley, and Mio is leading them in through the back door. ”

"Oh....." Kenny replied, staring at the wine glass on the table in a daze.

There was a brief silence in the side room, and Alan put his hands on the table, pushing the silver wine glass back and forth, making a few grinding sounds, as he waited for Kenny's response.

Kenny stared at the glass in front of him, as if thinking about something, and his eyelids felt a little heavy. Then, another wave of tiredness swept over me, and then I slowly closed my eyes.

"Hey!" Alan yelled angrily, slapping the table in annoyance, "What the hell are you doing?!"

Kenny opened his eyes in horror and looked at Alan to the side. "Oh, I'm sorry!" he shook his head, "I've been so tired lately, I just dreamed about ..... again"

"That's enough!" Alan interrupted him in displeasure, "man, I have to warn you! You're now the lord of Nippur, and it's not the same as Kartal City!A lot of things need to be handled by ourselves, just like Uncle Andrew did back then!" he paused, his voice lowered, "Wake up, think about what we're going to do with the monks with their heads in the water, the townsfolk are looking at you, and the old nobles waiting to see our jokes." ”

"Uh-huh....." Kenny replied, his fingers tapping on the armrest of his chair. "Release Eugene as they wish," he said after a moment's thought, "after all, that old fellow doesn't seem to be at fault other than asking us for the Mandate of Heaven, and it is indeed written in the monks' code that they are obliged to take in all persecuted creatures." ”

Alan closed his eyes and pondered for a moment. At this time, there is really no better way than to release Eugene, maybe there is, but if it drags on any longer, no one can guarantee that those monks will not do anything else.

After a moment, he opened his eyes and nodded to Kenny. (To be continued.) )