Thousands of Confederate soldiers were placed in the west of the city by Sersi, and the soldiers of the former Oxhorn Army warmly welcomed the remnants of the army. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

They gave up some of their tents, and brought out the freshly brewed barley wine that the lord had just given him a short time ago, and the cauldron was stewed with fresh game, as if the remnants had arrived with the day of the sacrifice.

Prior to this, Kenny had officially renamed the Horn Legion to the Alliance Army, and when Sersi announced this decision, the soldiers removed the horn crest from their belts, and the blacksmiths in the army re-engraved the crest on their blades, and everything seemed to be in order, no one objected, and they seemed to care more about the fifteen silver coins at the end of the month.

After doing all this, Sersi left the station and rode into the city.

At this time, two hours have passed since the sun has set, and the familiar streets are still bustling with people, and the vendors along the streets seem unwilling to let go of any opportunity to make money after Kenny abolishes the curfew.

A burst of chestnut incense entered Sercy's nostrils, and the mouth-watering taste suddenly made him feel hungry. He rubbed his lower abdomen and tightened the reins slightly, slowing the horse under his crotch.

Then he turned his head to the side and saw a vendor standing behind a wooden cart, stir-frying a pot of chestnuts, and next to a nearby stall, another vendor selling frozen pears, and next to him, an elderly vendor, roasting fragrant sheep's trotters.

The horses took sonorous steps past the vendors on the street, and Sersi's head slowly turned behind him with hungry eyes.

He struggled a little. Maybe Alan had solved that annoying problem by this time, there was nothing that that clever brain couldn't do, and he couldn't help himself in the past.....

The next second, the horse's hooves stopped. After dismounting, Sersi couldn't wait to run to the stall, picked up a steaming roasted sheep's trotter and put it in his mouth, and he smashed it in his mouth, he greedily chewed the fragrant delicacy, took out a few copper coins from his pocket and handed them to the old vendor.

Then, he walked to the wooden cart where the chestnuts were stir-frying, and when he looked up, he inadvertently noticed that there was an extremely familiar figure standing at the entrance of the alley in the distance.

He blinked, a pang of apprehension in his heart.

The man seemed to be talking to someone, because of the distance and the light, he couldn't see the people standing in the alley, he didn't dare to disturb them, regretting that he didn't let the guards follow, and at that moment, the figure turned and went into the alley, and the moment she lifted her long hair, Sersi confirmed what she thought.

He was all too familiar with that action.

When the chestnut seller handed out a steaming bag of chestnuts, he found that the burly knight had disappeared, and he looked down to see a roast sheep's trotter on the ground steaming hot, with only one bite to take.

The peddler scratched his head, and the horse on one side snorted.

The wind whistled in his ears, and Sersi felt that he had never run so fast, even when he was chased by a beast in the Colosseum, and everything around him turned into a phantom, and suddenly a passerby appeared in front of him, and he pushed the man away desperately, and there was an angry insult from behind him.

He burrowed into the dark alley, the slippery bluestone floor nearly knocked him down, and he helped down the moss-covered corner, and the eagle's eyes struck the back of the man in the distance.

The familiar back seems to have spotted the pursuer behind it and runs along.

Sersi felt that her heart was about to jump out of her throat, not only because of this violent running, but also because of the familiar back, the figure that had not been seen for many years. Catch her anyway, Sersi told himself, and he held back the vomiting sensation in his stomach and quickened his pace again.

The silver moonlight shone through the alleys of Nippur, and the two people who could only see the shadows could only see clearly appeared in the moonlight from time to time, and occasionally into the shadows of the houses on either side.

A flock of crows that had already settled were startled and scattered away, and only the hurried footsteps of the two could be heard in the criss-crossing alleys.

Sersi gasped and followed the man into another alley, he needed to hurry, faster, he could almost touch her long hair at that bend.

As he ran, the familiar figure suddenly turned a corner, and Sersi followed closely behind, turning into another alley.

The three-story stone house completely blocked the already rare moonlight, and when Sersi turned into this alley, the figure that was just close at hand suddenly disappeared in front of him, and even the sound of footsteps disappeared.

He stopped, his chest heaving, his whole body sweating like rain.

In the darkness, he began to try to call her name, but all he heard was an echo from the end of the alley, and when the sound dissipated, silence returned to the surroundings.

After a while, Sersi looked up and looked around, trying to find the last trace of it, but he found nothing unrelated to the night except the cold and wet walls.

He turned around in disappointment and walked the way he had come.

The moment his back disappeared into the alley, a figure emerged from the shadows. She has beautiful black hair like a waterfall, and her inky pupils are imprinted with the silver light of the moon, and she brushes away the broken hair that covers her eyes, staring at the alley where Sersi disappeared, and purses the corners of her mouth to reveal a good-looking smile.....

The tall stallion stopped at the gate of Morwinburg, and Selsey dismounted from his horse with a disappointed face, and Alan immediately greeted him.

"What did you do?" he asked in a blaming tone, "something happened to the west of the city?"

"Nope. Sersi replied with a low eye.

Eren looked Sersi up and down, then took a wary step back. "Winter!" he asked suddenly.

"Shut up!" Sersi looked up impatiently, "If I were a wizard, you'd be lying on the ground by now, man. ”

"Damn, why are you full of oil?"

"Shouldn't you tell me what the hell is going on here?" asked Sersi, pointing to the crowd on the ground not far away, "What are those guys doing? Don't tell me that Kenny allows monks and worshippers to pray in places like this!"

"You're the one to shut up, Serbald. Alan scoffed on a whim.

"What are you talking about!" Sersi stepped forward and grabbed Alan by the collar, "Say it again!"

"Selbald!" Alan glared, biting the three words more clearly.

Sersi sighed, uncharacteristically let go of his hand, and turned to walk to the door.

Alan took two quick steps and followed. "Hey!" he patted Sersi on the shoulder, "Just kidding, I just saw you were a little weird, so ....."

"Sorry, man. Sersi stopped and interrupted with a disappointed face, "I'm not in the mood to ..... right now."

Alan looked at Sersi's quivering eyes and closed his mouth tacitly.

At this time, a black carriage appeared in the square of 10,000 people, slowly heading towards Mowenburg.

The crowd moved out of a narrow lane, and the black carriage passed through the crowd, the wheels stopping at the side of the steps. (To be continued.) )