Kenny, carrying a flask of wine and roast chicken, looked around the cramped cell, where the candle on the long, shabby table had burned for the most part, as if it was about to burn to the table, and there was nothing left in the cell other than this furnishings. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Barton was chained to the cold stone wall, staring out the door with blood-red eyes.

"You look like..... I wasn't very welcome, and it seems I shouldn't have brought you wine and roast chicken. Kenny grumbled with a frown.

"Oh-", Barton replied, "No, it's just ....." he remembered what Alan had just said, "..... It's so fragrant, just by smelling it, you know that it was made by the old cook of Morwinburg, it seems that you didn't kill everyone around me. ”

"I'm crazy to do that, and they're not wrong. Kenny said, placing it on the table.

"Am I wrong?" asked Barton, tilting his head.

"Of course. Kenny snorted, "You should try to go out without the guards and see if your head stays on your neck until you walk out of the city gates, or disguise yourself as someone else who doesn't recognize you and go around the city of Nipur and see what the citizens have to say about you." ”

"Damn!" Barton said displeased, "Don't mention that to me, I've had enough! Now that you're a lord, I really want to live a little longer and see what you can do with Nipur!"

"At least it's not worse than you! But I'm sorry, I'm afraid you won't live that time. Kenny shrugged his shoulders and walked over to Barton, "If nothing else, you'll soon be hanged from the castle tower." ”

"It doesn't sound as painful as I thought, ahem..... I don't have to thank you for your tolerance, and the wine on the table, and the roast **** said with a smile.

"That's true," Kenny lowered his voice, "you're going to see Namu anyway, I have a few questions for you, would you like to hear about it?"

"You guys have a lot of questions....." Barton complained in a barely audible voice.

"What?"

"Nothing. Barton twisted his neck, "Say it and listen to it, maybe I'm in a good mood, and I might be able to answer you." ”

"You're better along than I thought you would, hehe. Kenny smiled, "Do you have anyone under your command who can do evil sorcery, such as controlling people's minds, or taking on the form of someone else, who can't tell even the closest ones, right?"

"No, if I had, maybe I wouldn't be here right now. Barton replied without thinking.

Before that, the long-haired guy had asked him the same question.

"Really?" Kenny asked.

Of course, the inside and the outside of people are two completely different things, don't be easily deceived by appearances, and don't trust your own eyes too much, sometimes what you see and hear is not necessarily true, just like I tell the truth and you don't believe it, but some people tell a lie, but you believe it. Barton whispered.

"Who are you referring to?Selsi?" Kenny asked.

"No, I think you can guess who I'm talking about? I've seen him, not just today. Barton said in a quieter voice.

"Huh. Kenny walked closer, close enough to smell the sour stench on Barton, "Don't stir up our relationship, I forgot to tell you that I have the same blood as him." ”

"Are you brothers?" asked Barton.

"Sort of. Kenny replied.

"Then you have to be more careful, two years ago..... Ahem..... I was almost killed in the carriage by my own brother, when the blade almost slit my throat....." Barton said, raising his chin slightly, "He's smart, like your brother, or brother, they're very similar, and, judging by the way I met you that night, he may be smarter than you, and more suitable to be lord of Nipur, you ....."

"Again, you don't have to stir up trouble here!" Kenny interrupted.

"Really?" Barton sneered, "you, too, will have that day, a matter of time, and the temptation of power to testify." ”

"Maybe we should change the subject. Kenny turned and walked over to the long table, "Do you know Elder Eugene?"

"Of course, he's a celebrity. Barton nodded, "But I don't have a good relationship with that old stubborn, you want to ask about those ancient books in the seminary?"

"How do you know?" Kenny asked.

"Is there anything else worth asking about in that ghost place besides ancient books? Could it be that you are interested in those goddess servants? You don't look like you on the outside, but as I just said, people can't see their hearts through their appearances. Barton scoffed.

"You're far smarter than I thought. Kenny whispered, "I asked Elder Eugene about the book on ancient witchcraft, and I think you'd be interested in that book as well, did you have someone translate it?"

"I thought you were asking about another one. Barton shook his head, "I'm not interested in books on witchcraft, maybe you should ask Eugene." ”

"What's the matter, are there any other interesting ancient books in the seminary?"

"Of course. "Man, it's pretty much all of the history of the First Continent, and most importantly..... Ahem....."

Kenny looked at Barton, who was coughing violently, waiting for the next half of his sentence. "What's the most important thing?" he asked, rather unrelentingly.

"Want to know?" Barton said with a mysterious expression, "Let's make a deal, I'll tell you about that ancient book, and you can answer my question, how about it?"

"I'm sorry, I'm not interested in that ancient book....."

"What if it's about the secret of the dragon?" Barton interrupted suddenly.

Kenny's heart shuddered, and the words stabbed him in the heart like a cold iron object, and the story that his father used to tell him when he was a child came to mind, the story of the evil dragon.

Then, he opened his mouth, his voice lower and hoarse than before, "Tell me about it." ”

"I'm sorry, but you need to answer me a question first, my daughter Bella, is it in your hands?" asked Barton coldly.

"Tell me the secret, and I'll tell you, or .....," Kenny said in an unquestioning tone.

"You'd better be a trustworthy guy. Barton squinted, "After the overthrow of Sam's regime, I found a notebook in Morwinburg that contained scattered secrets about the dragon, but not in detail. I sent someone to investigate the matter thoroughly, and then I went to the monastery and found an ancient book, but the contents of the book were not recorded in the lingua franca, and I found someone to translate it. It is recorded in the book that the Marshall family built the North City Bridge not to expand the territory, but to find the ancient dragon's blood....."

"Dragon's blood?" Kenny couldn't help but interrupt.

"Yes. That ancient book says that a thousand years ago, the dragon burned the earth, a wizard sealed the dragon's soul on a mountain range, and brought its blood to the Sumerian continent, the Marshall family learned the way to resurrect the dragon, and can make the dragon for their use, in order to resurrect and control the dragon, completely conquer the world, the Marshall family built the North City Bridge, and, every year, will send the best soldiers to the Sumerian continent to find the dragon's blood....."

On the other side of the prison, Alan leaned on the wooden door and listened to the dragon's tales. Suddenly, the sound of a door opening in the distance is heard again, and he takes two steps back, and Kenny's hurried footsteps can be heard in the opposite cell.

Immediately afterward, the wooden door of the cell is slammed open, and Kenny looks at Alan in surprise. Alan quickly covers Kenny's mouth and makes a silencing motion. The two looked at each other and held their breath.

The footsteps got closer and closer, and the two people hiding in the cell stared at each other, while guessing in their hearts that the owner of the footsteps. (To be continued.) )