That night, Camille smelled the scent of a whole boar, roasted golden and crispy, with an apple in its mouth, and the smell filled Kenny's tent for dining, deliberation, and sleeping. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

"The blacksmith has enough men, but not enough tools," Neo said to Kenny, sitting in the carpenter's freshly made oak chair, as he watched the servants cut slices of meat and place them on his wooden plate. It didn't sound like a big deal, but it had a butterfly effect: the blacksmiths could not make axes and hammers because of the lack of tools, and the lumberjacks were idle, so that the carefully selected old boatmen had to gamble and pass the time, and the fishermen had nothing to do, because there were no boats, and the few fish they caught by the river were useless, so they joined the gamble, and gambled on some hard bread and a few slices of cheese. ”

Kenny had been on patrol for a day, aching and exhausted, and the delicious food on the table made him swallow his saliva as well. "Do you have any good ideas?" he watched as Camille on his right filled his glass, and on his left a servant cutting pork, the crunchy skin crackling under the knife, and the hot grease dripped down the blade onto the gray tablecloth. He hadn't seen such a delicious sight in a long time since the Assyrian exodus.

"We don't lack timber, we can order some coke to be made, and Queen Kelline has given us a lot of shield weapons, all of which are made of iron. "If you will," said Eugene, "tomorrow I will have all these things melted down, and the axes, hammers, and hammers will be all there." ”

"Yes. Any other questions?" Kenny took a knife and put a piece of half-fat, half-lean pork skin with golden crunchy pork skin into his mouth, and after chewing it lightly, the fragrant delicacy immediately captured his entire tongue.

"The hunters hoped that the Guards would provide them with protection, because the mountains and forests were too far from the station. Eugene watched as the attendant placed a plate of smoking roast pork in front of him, and quickly waved his hand at him, signaling to remove the evil plate.

"How many?" Kenny asked vaguely.

"Is a hundred okay?" Eugene frowned, his gaze swept back and forth between Kenny and Neo, "The number of the hunting party is already more than three hundred, and many of them are children who are not deeply involved in the world, but those little ones are very accurate in their arrows, but they have to finish playing with wild beasts." He paused, glancing at the roast boar that the servant was cutting, "The price of this big guy on the table is the price of the lives of two thirteen-year-old children.....

Camille had just put a piece of pork in his mouth at this time, and after chewing it twice, he spit it out angrily. "You should wait until I'm done eating. He said angrily, then picked up his glass and rinsed his mouth.

"Neo?" Kenny glanced at the Captain of the Guard.

"I have only nine hundred and ninety men in my hands, lord. Neo leaned forward so that his face would not be blocked by Eugene, "There are twenty thousand soldiers and townspeople involved in the work, and I am the most-"

"I'll give out ten, you give you another ninety, okay?" Kenny's tone was cold and non-deniable.

"I don't think there's any difference between nine hundred and eight hundred and ninety. Neo leaned back in his chair and continued to taste the roasted boar that had been paid for two lives, and said, "Elder, if I remember correctly, a servant of the gods can't drink alcohol, but he can eat meat, right?"

"Oh, not really. Eugene turned his head, "But I don't want to eat it, after the flood of Nipur, I swore to the god Namu that I would never eat meat again for the rest of my life, in exchange for the souls of those who died in that disaster to go to the abyss." ”

"That's kind to you. Neo forked another piece of meat and threw it into his mouth, chewing it heavily.

Suddenly, a deafening trumpet sounded outside the tent, wild and rapid, as if shouting: The enemy is coming!

Almost instantly, the surroundings became noisy, and the neighing of countless horses and the clashing of Tiego's shields followed. In a panic, Kenny slammed into the corner of the table, and the liquid in the cup spilled red tablecloth, and Neo had already rushed out of the tent, and when he walked out of the tent, he vaguely saw a group of knights on the other side of the lakeshore, who were moving at an incredible speed, rushing into the night.

"Lord, lord!" Camille took the reins from one of the attendants, "I'll borrow your horse, I'll go to the mountains to find help!"

Kenny looked at the cavalry approaching in the darkness, and a smile began to appear on his lips. "No," his tone was as usual, "let them all come back, it's me who invited foreign help." ”

"Long time no see, old friend. When the lead "knight" stopped in front of Kenny, Camille retreated to the side of the tent. "Chief, Elder," he said, tugging at the sleeve of Eugene's robe, "the lord is the true bird whisperer, and even the aliens can be invited.....

"We agreed before," Mar looked down at the human in front of her, "when spring comes, you will borrow a thousand soldiers to transplant thistles for me, but what will happen? Old man, spring has come!"

Kenny was one of the tallest in the human race, but he had to look up to barely see the broken horn on Mal's head. "Who's to say it isn't!" he patted his old friend on the stomach, "man, you seem to have gained weight." ”

"Don't mention this," Mar moved his front hooves, and a haze of dust immediately rolled up on the ground, "they were called by you, you have to take care of the accommodation, don't tell me you didn't prepare anything." ”

"I prepared crispy roasted boars," Kenny quipped, "and two thirteen-year-olds died in a foreign forest." ”

"You know my tribe doesn't eat this. Mar took two steps forward and reached out to open the tent, "Oh! damn it, you're such a small place!"

"Neo!" Kenny called out in the darkness, and the named vice-captain immediately squeezed in from the crowd. "Go and prepare enough for the Prophet at once—"

"No," interrupted Mar, turning around, "there's a forest over there, and we'll stay there, and as for your tent," he tore the cowhide curtain up with his bare hands, up to his height, "I'll help you modify it so I can get in." ”

Camille swallowed again, watching the alien named Marr enter the lord's tent.

"It's taken us five days to get here, and it's a long way off!" said Mar, lying at the long table, uninterested in the delicious food on it.

"Tell you the truth, man," Kenny sat down in his place, "some time ago, I had amnesia because someone destroyed the dam, causing the flood to pour into the main city of my territory, and countless people were killed, and then I went to Assyria to help their queen take the throne, and now ..... I want to build a new town here, so I'd like to ask for your help!"

"What about the benefits?" said Mar, touching the broken corner of his head, his eyes full of pride.

"In exchange, I will give your tribe the richest mountains in the realm," Kenny said with a smile, "I have sent someone to survey it before, and it is no worse than your valley. ”

"Hey, come on, the valley doesn't belong to anyone at all!" Mal immediately punctured the lie, "Man, I have to admit that your abacus is better than Alan, and our clan not only has to help you build houses and cut down rocks, but also have to be your protectors!" He smiled, "Hey, what about Alan? Why didn't you see him?"