The northern part of the city is desolate, with nothing but mud, ash and charred bones, homeless people have set up tents in the shadow of the city walls, and people sell black bread in buckets and carts.

Horn rode through the crowd and felt a myriad of eyes fall on him: anger, coldness, even disgust and hatred. It's not the worship that Linde calls anyway. No one opened his mouth to curse, and no one dared to stand in his way—thanks to the twenty Ice Plains guards who followed behind him, as well as Linde, the "Flame Excalibur".

"Miserable, miserable, miserable," Linde hummed softly on his horse, "the people of the north of the city are miserable, miserable, miserable, their kennel is burned, burned, miserable, miserable......"

"Fuck you!" Horn said angrily, looking back.

"Can't you see their eyes, my lord?" said Lind, stopping his humming and hurried over to the side of Horn, "The people of the west, east, and south of the city all have great respect for you, except for Lord Kenny, you are the second wolf king in their minds. He stretched out his hand to the refugees on both sides of the road who were sticking their heads out of their tents or simply leaning against the walls, "What is their attitude? Have you ever been to Karta? Do you know how the Peace Army bullied women and children, looted food, and raped girls before we came?" he sat down in the saddle and straightened up, "I know, therefore, we are the saviors, these people should not treat us coldly, they should bow to the prime minister." ”

"If your house burned down and your wife and son died," Horn said, "you wouldn't sing a terrible song here!"

"Hmph, with your temper back then, you should kill them all!" Lind pouted disapprovingly, "What's going on now, how are you becoming more and more like Lord Kenny?" he yawned and covered his mouth with his hand, "Kindness is not a good thing, especially for this group of people. I bet if I and the guards turn around and go back, you'll be pulled off your horse and torn apart by them, believe me?"

Am I becoming more and more like my father?, Horn's gaze swept over the ragged, but fierce-eyed refugees. Ten days ago, the Alliance army attacked Karta, and it was through the northern gate that the dragon flames devoured the city walls, and also affected the houses in the city, these are the refugees who have been implicated in the war, and they certainly will not welcome the return of the wolf king with joy like the other city citizens. "As you mean, we should be like the Peace Army, reduce our losses, and seal all these mouths with knives, right?" he asked, turning his head.

Lind shook his head and raised his index finger at the same time. "At least let them distinguish between the good and the bad, how can there be no blood in war, we are already very gentle, if we have to pursue responsibility, the dragon should also be responsible!" he smiled, "I mean, the guy who resurrected the dragon." ”

"Go, bring me back that fellow's head, and you will be a Duke by then, and swear to you as Dalton's first heir, Earl Linde. Horn snorted coldly.

"We've got to turn left, sir. Lind turned a deaf ear to the taunt, and raised his hand to the confusion in the distance, "It's a makeshift porridge shack, built by Queen Mira's order, and all the expenses are paid for by Assyria." There were twenty such sheds, scattered all over the northern part of the city, and the roads were made to be like a labyrinth, and the patrols had to go around them. ”

No wonder Kane used to say, "If you are Assyrians, you are born happy." Horn led his horse to the south, and a group of unclothed children followed him and called out for a few rewards. "In any case, we still have to rebuild this hellish place, now Karta is our territory, and the First Continent will soon be, no matter what the idiots in the council think, the war is not over after all. He took out a handful of copper coins from his pocket and sprinkled it behind him, "That's all for today's inspection, and tomorrow all the unions in Karta will be summoned and the best masters will come together to discuss the reconstruction plan." ”

This work should have been carried out by his father, who was determined, reliable, tireless, kind-hearted and loved his people, but unfortunately he fainted yesterday and has not woken up yet. At present, Uncle Mike is stationed in the barracks to stabilize the morale of the army, Queen Mira maintains the image of the Virgin and visits the people of the stricken city; Kane stays in the Bachelor's Tower all day long, eats and lives with the crows, and remotely controls your while reading and writing letters, trying to lead the people out of poverty; Duke Dacque's old wounds have recurred, the wounds are festering, and he is bedridden, although he has no worries about his life, but it is difficult to recover for the time being; as for Camille...... Damn, whether this guy is a traitor or not, in fact, Horn himself doesn't quite know.

The cost of reconstruction is appalling, but it cannot be done, because Karta is the first continent, the second city after Blake, and the Side Mountains are rich in forest resources, almost equivalent to Sumerian Assyria, and the north of the city must be rebuilt as soon as possible and trade routes must be opened, otherwise the return of the wolf king will no longer be good news, but bad news. If the news does get out, then Robin City, Deraman City, Wasteland, and even Angola, which are now empty of troops, will have reason to refuse to swear allegiance to Dalton. The captain of the Ice Guards cleared the way for him, and Sonny sat in the saddle and thought quietly.

The children who had won the bounty had run away, and had bought two loaves of bread with the brass plates they had earned from the bloody blood, but the children who had not snatched the money were still following the horses, shuttling among the guards, shouting Dalton's name from time to time, and from time to time climbing the flagpoles along the road, and swaying on them like monkeys. "My grandmother said she had never heard of Alan Dalton before, but you're still a big hero!" exclaimed one of the children, "a few brass plates, big hero!"

"Greetings to your grandmother for me!" Horn pulled out a silver coin, but didn't throw it out. He gazed at the silver coin in his hand and saw that it was a lucky coin from his archery teacher Aiden, which he had kept close to him on his sixteenth birthday name. On the obverse is King Martin, and on the reverse is the three-leaf coat of arms of the Marshall family.

"My lord, do you need to notify everyone to participate in tomorrow's council?" asked Lind as he rode up.

"No, we probably don't need to open it at all, maybe Kenny will wake up tomorrow, and then it's up to him to decide. They climbed a gentle slope, and the kid who called Horn the Great Hero climbed to a flagpole in advance to learn the monkeys, which made Lind laugh.

"This stupid boy had to fall off and break his neck. Horn smiled, pulled a regular silver coin out of his pocket again, threw it into the air, and was caught by the little kid, before shouting "thank you".

"What about the hell, how was your conversation with her last night?" asked Linde in a low voice.

"I've been tempted, she's not supposed to be a ghost. Horn cleared his throat and watched as the kid slid down the flagpole with his head down.