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"Are you really my own soldier?" a familiar voice sounded, startling Camille in the fugue. "What's wrong?" Kenny looked at the boy's quivering eyes, "Scared you?" he smiled and pointed to the white wolves sitting around, "I'm not going to be more terrifying than them, right?"

"No, no. Camille frowned, "Lord, do you remember Lawrence?"

"Lawrence?" Kenny's eyes narrowed, as if in remembrance. "It's a familiar name, like I've heard it somewhere, where is it....." he stroked his messy beard, "I'm sorry, I seem to have forgotten." ”

"He is your best friend, Lord of the Wasteland, and together you overthrew the Marshalls. Camille said with a look of disappointment, "On that day, he was attacked by a mad white wolf, and after the wolf poison attacked, you and another friend of yours sent him to the Prophet's tribe, and I rescued him and took him to the Ramo Icefield. ”

"Ramo Icefield?" the white dove tilted his head, "that's not a good place! Legend has it that there is snow all year round, even in the hot summers, and the old maester of Assyria once said that it was a land cursed by the god Namu. She shook her head slightly, "What's even more terrifying is that the tribes there are extremely cruel, and in the coldest winters, they will even use their own children to make soup....."

"Have you drunk?" Camille's tone was a little displeased.

"Unless I'm crazy!"

"The ice fields are not as terrifying as you think, except for the fact that they are covered in snow all year round, and they are the same as Assyria. Camille chuckled, "There are forests and lakes, mountains and villages, except that the leaves of the trees are white, not the sea in front of them, and the villages are made up of round houses made of ice, and most importantly, they do not eat babies, but live by digging holes in the ice lakes and fishing." ”

"Why did you come to Assyria when you have everything there?" said the white dove, picking up the hot roast chicken from the campfire and unwrapping the young leaves outside.

"Why did you come to Assyria?" Camille repeated. Kenny looked at him, as if repeating the White Dove's question. "In order to repay the lord's grace for not killing that day. He turned his face to his lord, and fire jumped in his blue eyes.

On that day, he saw the arrow come at him, and the force of the blow sent him flying into the air, and then he fell the dusty plain. After a brief moment, the pain of the broken sternum caused him to lose consciousness, and when he opened his eyes again, he found himself in a barren area, and then his vision gradually cleared, and he found himself lying in a white snowfield, surrounded by white wolves.

"What happened between us?" Kenny muttered.

"I swore allegiance to you, but in the end I betrayed you. Camille opened her mouth and confessed her guilt. "You took me to the water prison in Karta, where I spent three days worse than death. He sighed, "You haven't come to see me for three whole days." At the time, I thought I was going to die, but who would have thought that during the execution, you would be soft-hearted. The arrow hit my silver coin pendant, and though it broke two ribs, it didn't die. ”

"Really?" Kenny smiled briefly, "So, I used to be a benevolent lord?"

"It has always been. Camille bowed slightly.

"Labor..... What about Lawrence? What kind of lord," Kenny looked up, "where is he?"

"The Ramo Icefield," said Camille, "before I set out, I gave him the whole icefield, and though it was not as prosperous as Assyria, there had to be someone in charge of it, or there would be no trouble." ”

"Give it to him?" Kenny raised an eyebrow on one side.

"Yes, I'm now the lord of the Ramo Ice Field. The young man wrote down, "After your execution, I fainted, and when I woke up again, I came to this continent, maybe it was the providence of God, it was these little guys who saved me." He turned his head to look at the prone white wolves around him, "After that, I learned from them about the brutality of the Lord of the Ramo Icefield, for which the townspeople there have caused several riots, and the guy even heeded the advice of a courtier to feed on the endangered snow wolf. Eventually, the snow wolf bit off his neck. ”

The white pigeon's chewing mouth stopped, and she always felt that something was wrong with the young man's words. "They?" she swallowed the roast chicken in her mouth, "who?

Camille smiled lightly, then looked up and said something to the sky. After a few seconds, the white dove seemed to hear something overhead tearing through the air.

In the blink of an eye, a majestic falcon snatched the remaining half of the roast chicken from her hand, circled it around the low altitude of the mountain pool, and landed on the young wizard's shoulder, two small dark eyes, staring at the white dove tightly.

"You .....," she glared at the young man in front of her with wide eyes, "Damn, you're scaring me!"

"I'm sorry, Ms. Mila Kelling. Camille said apologetically. He took the roast chicken from the falcon's talons and handed it back to the white pigeon, "I just forgot to tell you that I'm a bird linguist. ”

"It seems that I was not only a benevolent lord in the past, but also a talented man!" Kenny smiled as he looked at the falcon on the boy's shoulder.

"Lawrence, you almost became the king of the First Continent!" Camille shrugged remorsefully, "just a little, just .....a little," he lowered his head, then lifted it again, "Lord, come back to the Ramo Icefield, and we'll start over." ”

"Camille. Kenny stood up and patted the boy on the shoulder, and the falcon flapped its wings back into the night. "The past, it's gone, there's nothing to start over. He said in a deep voice, "Life, you have already returned, go back to the ice field, where you are needed." ”

"There's Lawrence there, he's a lord," Camille replied quickly, "and I'm just a bird whisperer, and I can't understand the cumbersome taxes or handle complicated human relationships." He paused, looking into Kenny's honey-colored eyes, "I understand that even if you lose your memory, you won't trust a traitor again, will you?"

"You are the one who is wary, and a traitor will not admit that he is a traitor. Kenny's breath was steaming in the cold air, and a gust of night wind blew it away. "Go back, tell my best friend, and when this is done, if I regain my memory, I'll go to the icefield to find him. ”

"What are you going to do?"

"Go to Assyria," Kenny told him truthfully, "there are people who have killed my savior, and there are people who have taken my wife's throne." ”

"Wherever you go, I'll go with you. Camille stubbornly said, "You can't get rid of me, unless you don't mind going everywhere you go, with a thousand wolves." ”

Kenny's honey-colored eyes became stern, and Camille was furious.

"Let him follow," the white pigeon stood up and clapped his hands, "and these wolf cubs, perhaps, they can help in any way." ”