"It's not fair, Beckoner is a traitor!" Horn sat in the saddle and complained to Zira, but that didn't change anything. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info Father's decision is like the sun will rise in the east, just like the toes will grow blisters after a long journey, just like the thighs will be worn out by the saddle after riding a horse for too long, no one can change it, and it will never change.

He thought that he had tasted fear for a long time, and when he accidentally fell into Lake Mochizuki when he was young, he encountered a black bear while hunting in the forest of Beicheng, and when he was discovered by his mother for the first time stealing alcohol, he already knew it. But this confidence was completely overturned on their triumphant return half a month ago. Those guys had taken almost everything from him: friends, faith, hope, courage, and qualifications to go south.

After returning from the mission, he lay in bed for half a month, and then he set out in the starry night to catch up with the southern expeditionary army. Their squad consisted of fifty Alliance knights, as well as hundreds of knights who had been wounded in the Nipur Bandit Suppression Mission, in fact, Horn could have gotten out of bed and walked around, but Uncle Mike ordered them to act collectively, so he had to lie bored for half a month before catching up with those old knights.

After crossing the North City Bridge, he found that there was nothing special in the south, there were oak trees, there were villages, and even the night breeze in autumn was just as cold to the bone.

That day, he found his father, who was praying in front of a tattered tombstone, outside a huge oak grove. When he was in the northern city, he rarely saw his father go to the temple to pray, and his father may not have been a devout Namu priest, he was different from his mother, but he seemed extremely religious that day. "Horn, buried here is the most loyal warrior of my father's life, Marvin Fergelin. Father laid down a bag of mare's milk wine in front of the tombstone, turned his head and told him.

And after that, just two days later, he received a depressing message. The messenger was his father's own soldier, Aiden, and the archery teacher hurriedly opened the curtain that day, and told him with a sad face: The lord has prepared your horses and food, and you will return to the northern city with Zira, the son of Lord Sercy, along with thirty of the best knights of the Alliance.

Returning to the North Side?

"Damn it! I just killed the son of an earl, and I was a traitor! Didn't you tell my father, Mike-sama? He surrendered to the 'Lord of the West of Nippur' and didn't even have his fucking pants left! He's my subordinate, he's betrayed me, betrayed the Confederates, betrayed our honor that is more important than life, doesn't he deserve to die?!" As the procession reached the Assyrian border, Horn complained to Zira again.

"Boss, my ears are calloused!" said Zira, sitting in the saddle, helplessly.

"Damn him!'Lords of the West of Nippur' damn it!Damn the people who decided it!They're all damned!'" Horn roared angrily, startling a forest of birds.

He misses his mother, and he misses Beicheng, he loves every tile and brick, every flower and tree there, and even the rats in Beicheng are extremely cute..... But not now. Now he wants to follow his father and Uncle Mike on the southern expedition, which has nothing to do with wine, the kind of joy of galloping across the field under the sun, moon and stars, and fighting bloody battles with the enemy makes him yearn for it, and the kind of victory and triumph, even if there is a sacrifice, it is worth the bloody battlefield that makes him yearn for it. "If they let me follow, I'll be a duke when the southern crusade is over!" he announced to Zira.

"You are the young lord of the northern city," Zira pouted, "Your father was a duke in the First Continent, your grandfather is also a duke, and so is your grandfather's grandfather, so you shouldn't be interested in the position of a duke." ”

"I'm just using the analogy that I can make an outstanding contribution to the North City on the battlefield. Horn put it another way.

"Boss, what's wrong with going back to Beicheng?" Zira lowered her head and dodged a branch, "I've always wanted to go back to Beicheng since my brother was killed. He reached out and scratched his shoulder, the piercing wound itching from the scab, "I'm not afraid of death, you know, but if I do, mother..... She's lost her brother, and I think you can get the idea. ”

Horn's mind immediately conjured up the image of his mother in tears. "Yes, I understand," he said at last, "I'm sorry, Zira. Then he muttered in a smaller, inaudible voice from Zira, "I'm sorry, Ulf, I miss you, my brother." ”

Every night, Horn dreams of his comrades who lost their lives in that war: Ulf who was stabbed in the head with a sword from the leader, Bulak the cow whose head was flattened by a sledgehammer, Sack-faced Conn who was pierced through the stomach by a spear, Sausagemouth Pine who was shot through the head by a dark arrow, Little-Knuckle Med, who was stabbed to death by four or five people raising their swords at the same time, and Straw Boss Teda shouted "Long live the Confederates" before he died..... He misses these companions, they are braver than anyone else.

And so, the eulogy taught by Elder Eugene finally came into use, and every night he would whisper a prayer, sometimes waking up Zira, and then the two of them would pray together, occasionally cursing the belliger.

Day after day, along the Ghost Forest, you will travel by day and pray by night until the trees are thinning and the familiar lake appears before your eyes, and finally the sun-drenched fields, winding streams and rolling hills.

"When I get home, I'm going to have a good meal!" Zila sat in the saddle that day, looked at Beicheng, who had gradually appeared in the field of vision, and said, "What about you, boss?"

But they walked all day that day, and the next day for most of the day, before they finally returned to Beicheng.

His mother was waiting for him at the South Gate, as was Uncle Sercy, and Aunt Winnie. Of course the crows would have arrived before them, otherwise her eyes wouldn't have been so red. "Kids, you've lost weight. The mother smiled with a familiar smile, tears sliding down the corners of her eyes, "It's good to be back, it's good to be back." ”

The dinner that day was cooked by his mother, and every dish was extremely exquisite, and more importantly, Uncle Selsey made him sit in his father's place, and little John kept pouring him wine, and his mother, who was sitting next to him, did not stop him, he drank at least six or seven glasses of fine wine, until the wine bottle was at the bottom, and his mother did not say a word.

After the meal, Uncle Selsey suddenly left his seat and knelt down in front of him: "Horn Dalton, from now on, you are the Lord of the North City, and I am ordered to hand over the North City to you until your father returns. You must do your best in everything, because this is your father's life's work, and it is also the life's work of our people in Beicheng. ”

Horn was a little overwhelmed.

"Don't let us down, kid. "Mother never seemed so serious.

Horn nodded, and got up to pick up Uncle Sercy.