"Promise me no more witchcraft. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info," he said as he stroked the fine lines at the corners of his wife's eyes.

The white dove nodded, then took his hand. "Let's go, before the coronation begins, I want to take you to see Assyria, to see the place where I once lived, today there happened to be a caravan into the city, and the market was very lively!"

The weather was sunny and cloudless, and the sky was clear and blue.

When the breeze blows, the rich fragrance of grass and earth slips through the nose. They passed under a huge statue of Lord Namu, out of the sunlight, into the shadows, and back into the sun.

The white dove covered his silver hair with a silk scarf and peeked at Kenny's gaze as he examined the idol. After the coronation, I will be the queen of Assyria, and you? She wondered wistfully, how soon will you regain your memory? a year, a season, a week, tonight, or now? This moment will come, and by then, this will be my home, and you? Will you leave here? Will you be.....

"It's a bit like the East Bazaar in Nipur. Kenny said thoughtfully. He was dressed today in plain, coarse cloth breeches tucked into a pair of deerskin boots, black leather soft armor without a cape, and a black sheepskin coat with sewn lint.

"You..... Remember?" the white dove suddenly stopped and looked at him in a daze.

"I think of it every day," Kenny sensed the sadness on her face, "Didn't Miss Folley say that, it was only a matter of time before she recovered, so let's go." ”

"If you remember anything, you have to tell me. The white dove told him, as always, "After that....." she looked at the crowd around her, and said no more.

The western bazaar was originally a vast area, but as the ancient city of Assyria developed, new buildings were gradually added to the land by the royal family and nobles, so that the original huge trading square was transformed into a road grid surrounded by mud-brick huts, towering minarets, and lime-coated taverns.

However, it was still a commercial area, and merchants from mainland Sumer were accustomed to buying and selling goods here. Assyria's proximity to Eridu to the east, Nipur to the south, and your to the west, as well as the ununun River, as well as the enduring and stable internal affairs of the ancient city of Assyria, contributed to its unique trade advantages.

When they arrived, hundreds of merchants were busy unloading their goods and setting up their stalls. Merchants have long been accustomed to using the road west of the city as a market area, and all this is allowed on these days of the month, not only the shop owners of the bazaar are happy to see them, but the garrison of the main city is even more eagerly awaited, because the merchants from all over the city will bring countless treasures, and for the soldiers of the garrison, the merchants are cash cows full of gold coins.

However, it is more peaceful and deserted than before. The White Dove explains to Kenny that if it had been last month, they might not have been able to squeeze in here at all, perhaps because of internal affairs and the lingering worries of the merchants who heard the news, so that the market did not flourish as usual.

"It's enough of the fun!" Kenny said to her.

yes, compared to the Dragon's Blood Forest. She smiled at him and said to herself in her heart.

White doves have always loved the markets in the west of the city. At the beginning of the month, the sounds, smells, and things were so exotic that even during her years in power she used to soak here all day long, eating green olives from Elidu, green noodles with oak leaves, roasted sheep's trotters from Nippur, chestnuts fried with sugar, and her favorite Uruk kebabs, and listening to the howls of the Magicians of Sunlight City, who always opened their mouths wide and muttered something indistinctly, and then the headless crows in the stalls came back to life, flapping their wings and circling, and they were rewarded with a handful of spilled copper coins.

She also liked all kinds of people: tall, fair-skinned, bright-eyed Eridus, whose eyes were as blue as the waters of Bula and whose smiles were the same, dark complexions and solemn expressions that were often yours, who were rigid by nature, who liked to wear hats with peacock feathers, and Nipurs, who were sinister and mouse-eyed, and who could not say so in front of Kenny, but they did have a cunning countenance. The same is true of business, where the vulgar saying goes: It is no easier to earn a copper coin from a Nipur than to sleep with a queen.

Kenny stopped abruptly and took the opportunity to sniff. He smelled a spicy scent of pepper and garlic, which he was sure he had ever smelled, in Eridu, or Nipur, but when an old woman with a package passed by, the smell was immediately covered with a dizzying smell of perfume.

"I smelled a familiar smell. After the old woman left, Kenny said.

"I know what you smell!" said the white dove, taking his hand, and stepping over a stall of fine wool of dozens of colours, and turning another corner, passing a stall of stainless steel cuirasses adorned with gold and silver ornaments, and helmets in the shape of exotic animals, and next door stood a young woman standing in front of the stall, with brooches, rings, bracelets, and a prototype medallion carved by a craftsman to make a belt, and at last they stopped in front of a stall of a short woman.

He looked at the dwarfed woman in front of him, dressed in a burlap gown and with a crumpty figure. In front of her was a stove with lamb's feet soaked in minced garlic and pepper on the lid, and she looked down to smell it.

"It's a specialty of your hometown of Nippur, roasted sheep's feet. The white dove said to him, pointing to the tender roast trotters on the lid of the stove.

"My lord, do you want to taste it?" the old woman looked at him with a smile in her eyes, "This beautiful lady next to you said that you are also from Nipur, so there is no need to doubt it, I am the only one from Nipur on the whole street, if you want to taste the taste of home, come to a piece." ”

"It doesn't taste the same as I remember. After a few bites, Kenny commented.

"The sheep of Nipur eat the grass of the plains," said the old woman, "but the shepherds of Assyria were fond of driving their sheep up the hills, so the trotters were not tender enough, but they were chewy, but the heat was the same as the recipe." ”

"Oh. Kenny took another bite, "You just said you're the only Nipur on the street?"

"Yes, our hometown is in trouble, you should know. The old woman put away the copper coins given by the white dove, opened the lid of the stove, and looked at the sheep's hooves in the furnace, and her lowered eyes were filled with disappointment.

"I'm sorry. Kenny swallowed the sheep's hooves in his mouth and looked at the old woman's bony hands.

When she looked up again, the guest was gone.

"Where are you going?" asked the white pigeon.

"I'm afraid I'll have to get out of here. Kenny said anxiously.

"What's wrong?" she asked him as she navigated the shaded aisles between the stalls, "Kenny, what's wrong?" "Nameless!" she finally exclaimed.

"They need me!" he turned, looking at her in the midst of the passing crowd.

"Who?"

"Allen, Sersi, and all of Nippel!" he told her, his face as resolute as when he defeated the city of Karta.