When the setting sun gives way to the night, bonfires light up along the winding promenade of Mowenburg, and the flickering light of the fire illuminates the way to the castle restaurant. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

A group of armored men were walking there, no one could tell that they were going to the feast, they looked more like knights about to go to battle, three of them were splattered with dried blood, and one of them had a prominent white bandage in his torn shirt.

They walked through the delicate pavilions and pavilions of polished and shiny bluestone bricks, and an old servant led the way before them.

The expressions of several people looked a little solemn, their hands on the swords at their waists, even if they were followed by a group of nearly twenty guards, their hurried steps and the eyes that kept looking around made them feel as if they were in a rainstorm with hidden dangers.

Passing through the corridor that connected to the Great Hall, servants with plates could be seen entering and exiting the dining room, and the old servant led them into a cloister, where Kenny suddenly saw glittering iron.

He sidestepped away, feeling a cold object scrape against his right arm. A few seconds ago, the dagger had been targeted at the location of his heart.

The old servant staggered out half a step with the dagger in his hand, and just as he wanted to turn around and cut the man's throat, the hand holding the dagger was already controlled by some great force, and then his own neck, his feet left the ground, and the dagger fell to the ground, and a suffocating feeling of death hit his whole body.

Kenny saw the old servant's face, it was Barton's old butler, the old guy who had brought him and Alan from prison to Morwinburg, except that he was now dressed in a servant's plain suit, his face was pale, his legs were swinging in the air, his mouth was whimpering, and Sersi was holding him by the neck and carrying him in mid-air.

"Let him go. Kenny said.

Sersi let go of his hand, and the old butler fell to the hard bluestone brick with a muffled sound, but he did not give up the assassination, and immediately groped for the dagger on the ground after landing, but Sersi did not give him any chance.

"Uhhh

The old butler let out a terrible scream, and he took the wrinkled old hand into his arms, curled up and rolled on the ground, his lips chattering. Just a few seconds ago, Sersi stomped off his hand, and everyone heard the sound of bones shattering.

"What a loyal old dog. Alan said as he looked at the old butler on the ground.

"Go to prison. Kenny picked up the dagger on the ground and ordered the guards behind him.

The two guards stepped forward and rudely erected the old butler on the ground, and the fellow let out another scream, a heart-rending cry that drew the attention of the servants in the distance, and he held up the deformed old hand and glared at Kenny fiercely.

"Don't be too hard for him, loyalty is not a bad thing. A soft-hearted Kenny added, then turned and walked towards the restaurant.

In the distance, there is a smell of lamb with minced garlic and rosemary, which Kenny had smelled before, and at Taylor's Mask Ball, it was a roast trotter characteristic of the city of Nippur. It's a pity that he didn't taste that delicacy.

"You're going to suffer a lot sooner or later. Alan followed Kenny's footsteps.

"Now you should say something useful, and if I'm not mistaken, Barton should have received the message. Kenny analyzed as he walked.

"What I'm talking about now is the most useful, you can't be soft-hearted like this anymore, it's going to kill a lot of people, not just us, but a lot of innocent people will be implicated. Alan said as he looked down at Kenny's ripped sleeve of his dress.

"If there is another attacker, you will cut off his head. Kenny whispered, then looked at the restaurant in the distance, "Have you figured out what to do with the old aristocrats?"

"That's your business, it's none of my business. Alan replied angrily.

Kenny shook his head and walked straight to the lavish restaurant that was once considered heaven.

The squire at the door opened the old and heavy oak door, and the group entered. It was already completely dark, and even though the bonfire in the dining room was lit, it still looked a little dark inside.

Kenny stood in front of the doorway, scanning the long table that was large enough for thirty people to eat at once, and there were already a dozen men in fine costumes, all of whom looked at him, almost all of them on the sleeves of his freshly torn gown.

Kenny didn't get confused by this, he gave him a piercing look, straightened his clothes, and walked to the farthest spot with his head held high, as if he had thought of himself as the master of the place, and the guys who visited were nothing more than guests he had invited. And so it is, he is the master here.

The campfire crackled in the fireplace, and on the stove was still a comical portrait of Patton on horseback, and the over-decorated walls were painted with light gray mud powder and rows of paintings of weapons and war, and from time to time servants came in from outside, carrying elaborate silver plates and placing fragrant dishes on the table.

Kenny sat at the top of the table, an intricately carved armchair with two three-dimensional horns carved into the handle of expensive nanmu, and it was evident that Barton must have liked it. Kenny's hands are on the armrests, almost as if he is caressing some woman's delicate skin. His eyes jumped from the beeswax candle on the table to the nobles sitting on either side, staring at them uncomfortably.

Alan and Sersi sat down below Kenny, their eyes sweeping over the nobles. Aiden stood behind Kenny, holding his quiver in his right hand, as if he were facing a great enemy.

"You may not know me yet, but introduce myself, my name is Kenny Dalton, and I'm from the First Continent, Kartal City. Kenny broke the silence in the room, "A guy named Gilmer told me today that if you want to replace Barton, you need to get your consent, so that's why we have today's dinner." ”

Kenny's gentle voice echoed through the dining room, and the nobles responded with silence.

"To tell you the truth, I don't like any powerful social activities, and I'm not good at dealing with you guys, you are well-dressed and enjoy the honor of your ancestors, but in my eyes, it's just a dry pile of that will be swept out of the Nipur sooner or later!" Kenny said in a soft voice.

"The opening line should have been left after Lord Gilmer arrived. An older man took over, "Also, you'd better take back what you just said, or you'll ....."

“..... Otherwise what?" Alan stood up, interrupting what the man was about to say.

"Kenny Dalton, please retract that sentence, our ancestors have bought Nipur with blood, and have nothing to do with you, a latecomer!" a young man with narrow cheeks stood up and said angrily, "If you insist on slandering our honor, I demand a duel with you!" he said, drawing his slender sword.