In the snowy city of Nippur, a child with a poetry piano kneels on the side of the road, gently plucks chords, and sings a familiar carol. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

The crowd on the main street was so hurried that no one had time to stop and listen to the beautiful singing, and the stone bowl in front of her was covered with a thin layer of snow, and there were only a few scattered copper coins in it.

A group of men on horses occupied the wide road, the knights put their spears on their shoulders, and as the horses jolted under their crotches, the spears kept rubbing against their armor, the dull sound of metal drowned out the girls' songs, and the pedestrians on the side of the street made way for them, and the heads of the people gradually gathered on both sides of the street, whispering about the knights on horseback.

Kenny rode at the front of the line on a jet-black stallion, listening to the noise along the road, but never being able to hear what they were saying.

He began to analyze the faces with different expressions in his mind, and came to the conclusion that he was not approved by the townspeople, and that it was more important for him to come up with some new policies than the nobles who played the game of intrigues, and he did not want people to mistake him for the slaves of power such as Barton Sam, and he needed to be loved and supported very much, and like his father, as he had been in the city of Kartha, the honor of the family dictated, and he must not become a lord who was criticized for his mediocrity.

It wasn't until the hymn in praise of Namu reached his ears that it seemed to be snapped off the ear by a beautiful woman's hand, and then the procession of hundreds of people stopped.

Kenny dismounts from his horse and stands in front of the girl, his tall body like a towering mountain, firmly blocking everything in front of the girl.

The song didn't stop because of the stranger's obstruction, and Kenny crouched down and looked at the misty girl, who was as weak as a finch that had lost its mother, and a layer of white snow had fallen on her shoulder.

'Ding'

With a crisp sound accompanied by a long tail note, the silver coin rolled around in the stone bowl and came to a well-behaved stop.

Then, the singing stopped.

"Thank you, sir. The girl whispered, plucked the strings again, and sang the beautiful ode, with a soft and soothing voice, not soaked in the mundane dust.

Alan walked over at some point, crouched down and reached out to shake his hand in front of the dark blue pupils.

The girl was unmoved, still looking into the distance with her eyes foggy, like an elf who had no quarrel with the world. Or, an elf who has lost the right to see the sun and snow.

'Ding'

Another crunch. Alan threw down a silver coin, and the singing stopped again, and instead of waiting for the thanks, he turned and walked towards his horse.

Kenny sighed softly, spun on his horse, and just shook the reins when an elderly woman knelt down on the side of the road. She looked at him with the most sincere eyes, her bony hands leading her body forward until her whole body was thrown into the cold snow.

Another person knelt down, and the chatter on the street suddenly died away, and almost everyone knelt in the snow, bowing down in what they thought was the most complicated, but also the sincerest, in return for Kenny's good deed.

There was not a single superfluous sound, even the horses stopped snorting, and only the rubbing of their bodies against the snow and the beautiful song of the elf could be heard.

Kenny tightened his reins and dismounted from his horse, looking at the citizens on both sides of Main Street, not knowing what to say for a moment.

"Get up!" he thought for a long time, but no one answered.

"Get up!" he raised his voice slightly, "dear Nippurian, I am a stranger, but what was said yesterday in the Square of 10,000 people was not a joke, nor was it a clumsy lie against conscience for the sake of settling the hearts of the people. Those words come from my heart and blood, and the Namu gods and Dalton wolf stripes testify that I will give me three years, and I will make this the most prosperous territory in Sumer. ”

Kenny's voice disappears into the snow, no one answers, and no one gets up.

Sersi coughed lightly and threw a look at Kenny. Kenny looked at the silent citizens kneeling on the ground, reluctantly got on his horse, and the cavalry of hundreds of people slowly walked towards the east gate.

"Why are those people just prostrating and silent?" asked Kenny, who was on his horse, to Sersi.

"Lord....." Sersi looked embarrassed, as if he wanted to avoid the question.

"What's wrong?" Kenny tilted his head to look at Sercy.

"You may not know it, but .....," Sersi touched his bald head, "Barton said the same thing, and he was loved like this, and even a stonemason made a statue for him, but then the stone statue was smashed and turned into a pile .....of gravel!

"It sounds like they really hate Barton. Kenny turned back to the crowd.

"Yes, hate!" Sersi affirmed.

"I may need to spend more time with them to make them feel that I am genuine. Kenny said with some disappointment.

"No!" Sersi looked at Kenny solemnly, "Lord, you can't. ”

"Why?" Kenny frowned.

"Because this is the city of demons. Sersi explained, "Until the citizens of the city fully accept you, I suggest you don't just do what you just did. Just as you threw the silver coin at the girl, someone in the crowd had already flashed their daggers, and if it weren't for the fact that Alan had just dismounted and glared at the guy, maybe you would have ..... by now."

Selsey's words sent a chill down Kenny's spine, and he turned to look at Eren.

"It's not your fault. "It's just that the people here hate any nobles who play with power, and that's the case for two hundred years, and it's just by nature, maybe only your actions and time will make them accept you." ”

"Why didn't you catch the assassin?" Kenny asked, looking at Allen, nervous.

"Are you crazy?" Alan scowled at the pedestrians who gave way, "in front of them?" he shook his head, "that's going to cost you everything, man." ”

"Are you sure that the assassin is just a citizen?" Kenny said, glancing at the people on the street, and it suddenly occurred to him that anyone here could stab him with a sword.

"Yes or no, you can't do it here. Alan muttered, "Maybe you should go back to War Leader, your father taught you how to win hearts." ”

Kenny turned his head to look at Allen, and began to re-examine the seemingly unruly guy in his mind.

As he spoke, the procession had reached the East Gate.

Kenny looked up at the flags on the walls, which had turned into the original bullhorn banners. The towering gates were open, and from time to time traders walked through the gates into the city, and some people walked out of the city.