"After all, once you know your secrets, you can't leave the realm of daylight, right?" Alan snorted contemptuously, his words full of bitterness, but the two didn't talk. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 "Sir Maurice, Wizard Sauron, is that what you mean?" he repeated in an accentuated tone.

"No matter how anxious you are, you must see the lord before you can leave. "It's a great honor, I can't see it!"

"Lord?" Selsi leaned forward, "Your lords of Sunlight City?"

"Why don't you see for yourselves?" said Morris, placing the cup on the table, grabbing the parchment letter and throwing it over, then slamming his fist on the table. "I said three, can you tell me who you really are now?"

"Alan Dalton, former Chancellor of the Exchequer in Nippel," Alan said as he examined the letter, "the bald man is Sercy, the former Captain of the Horned Legion's Infantry, the same white-robed Steven as your nephew..... Barely a liar. ”

"Great..... What do you mean by reluctance, my lord?" exclaimed Steven indignantly.

"yes, you're a liar. Alan put the letter on the table and said, then looked up at Morris, "Sir, the letter only said that you should send the 'distant guest' to Sunshine City, but it didn't specifically refer to the three of us. Besides, you Nikko people see that everyone is a guest from afar, so why do you have to send us to Nikko City?"

"I wasn't sure, but now I'm sure. "The Assyrians brought us silk, timber, vegetables, and metallurgy and shipbuilding, which is why we called the Assyrian merchants 'guests from afar,' but you are Nipurians....."

"Yes, we are Nipurs, truly, not guests from afar. Alan shrugged blankly.

"Lord Allen, if necessary, take a good look at that letter. Morris smiled and leaned back in his chair. Alan picked up the letter again. "The distant guest does mean the Assyrians," the middle-aged knight continued, "but the quotation marks 'distant guest' refer specifically to the three of you. Because you have concealed your identity, I have mistaken you for Assyrians. He paused, "Now, any more questions, Lord Alan Dalton?"

"Let's be honest, Sir. The person you clash with is Kenny Dalton, the former Lord of Nippur. Alan crumpled the parchment letter and tossed it aside, and told him solemnly, "We have been looking for him since the flood of Nippur, and even if your lord wants to see me on a big matter, he will have to move it back." Am I clear enough, Captain Morris?"

Morris folded his hands and stared at Allen with half-squinted eyes, the sunlight outside the tent painting the dimples in his armor a dull gold. "What if I say no?" he asked coldly, "you guys, can you make sure you get out alive?"

Eren habitually took two steps back, and the heavy wooden chair toppled over with a dull sound. Sersi on the side also got up, and the atmosphere in the tent instantly became scorching. "No, no, Lord Allen, Lord Allen, wait a minute!" Sauron stood up and walked briskly in front of Morris, "Things are still negotiable, and listen to me, for the sake of how well we get along these days!"

"Shut up!" Alan pulled out his black steel sword suddenly, the tip of the sword pointed directly at the white-robed wizard, "This ghost place is at least thousands of miles away from your capital, how can your lord know about a few of us? Morris is on an expedition due to riots in the east, and you are the only living person in the entire station!"

"I admit it!" Sauron raised his hands, his gaze intertwining between the blade and the foreign knight, "I sent your news back, it's the rules of the border station! I have an obligation to report everything! But I have no ill will!"

"Come here!" roared Allen, "Maurice, now I'll give you two paths, prepare three fast horses, or collect your nephew's body!"

"Dalton, you're a knight anyway!" Morris's voice came from behind the white robe, followed by a pair of broken gloves, "I will also give you two choices, accept my duel, if you win, I will give you three fast horses, if you lose, honestly follow me back to Sunshine City!" Or, slaughter this kid and discredit your Nippur knights!"

"I accept your invitation to a duel!" Sersi flipped over the long table with one hand, and the sand table was scattered all over the ground, only to see him draw his horned dagger from his waist and roar towards Maurice.

"No, my lord, please stop! stop!" Sauron took a step back, and the blade followed, "Lord Allen, Lord Sercy, and listen to me, just a word." He swallowed his saliva and reached out to wipe the fine beads of sweat from his forehead, "I just read it, the lord wrote about escorts, escorts, I think, you should understand what this means." He twisted his head slightly, "Uncle, the lord's letter says escort, she treats the three adults like honored guests, forgive me for taking the liberty of being so polite to the Knight of the Sun....."

"Have you figured it out, Maurice?" Alan visibly lost his patience, "You've seen this sword, you should know how sharp it is!

"I'd like to see how sharp it is!!" Morris scrambled to his feet, snarling and drawing his sword.

"That's enough!" exclaimed Sauron.

"Shut up!" roared Morris.

"As you wish!" Alan jerked up his right hand.

"Don't move!!" Sauron cried out hysterically as he was pushed to the ground by Allen, "I have a way! I have a way to make you all do what you want!" As he spoke, the two swords had collided with each other with a crisp metal clash. "Stop!" his voice was almost hoarse, "Lord Allen, just want to go to the Eastern Hunting Grounds?!Uncle, write to Kenny Dalton and allow him to enter with his army!!"

"Delusional!" Maurice shouted, and the two swords collided again.

"Uncle, the lord respects them as guests!" Sauron rose from the ground, "and Lord Dalton, since you are so eager to see Lord Kenny Dalton, I will help you write to him and tell him that you are here!"

Alan dodged a blow from Morris sideways, and Sersi knocked Morris out like a yak, who quickly got up and slashed at Alan with his sword again, but his nephew was in the way. "Get out of the way!" he growled.

"That's enough, uncle!" Sauron gasped and turned around, "Lord Allen, even if you kill us and steal a few fast horses, you won't be able to escape the clutches of the immortals!" the young man gasped, "Well, I'll write to Lord Kenny Dalton and tell him the truth about what happened here, while you go to Sunshine City under my uncle's escort." Don't be in a hurry to refuse, you can go and see the letter again, the lord she wrote is indeed an escort, she respects you as guests, it really ....."

Alan gasped as he looked at the crumpled letter on the table, not knowing how to answer.