Linde was silent thoughtfully for a moment. "My lord, to tell you the truth, it's a stupid idea, almost like what we're doing now, maybe someone in the crowd is aiming an arrow at you. ”

"The stupidest thing is often the smartest, Lord Earl. Horn looked ahead. The muddy road was crowded with people, but the refugees north of the city gave way to the team as they were driven by the captain of the guards. Children with sunken eye sockets live in groups, some silently watching, some begging loudly. Linde took a large handful of copper plates from his pocket and threw them, and the children immediately began to fight, shouting and pushing each other. The lucky one of them will probably get a piece of hard bread tonight.

The market square has never been more crowded, and although Kenny had brought in countless supplies from Shotoku City before that, the price of food was still ridiculously high due to the war. Two copper plates can now only buy half a pumpkin, one silver coin for half a sack of corn, and the tenderloin and piglets, which can usually be bought for three silver coins, now cost thirty, a full tenfold increase. Despite this, there is still a steady stream of buyers. Men and women who are described as haggard and withered fill every carriage and every stall, while those who are miserable and helpless stand at the mouth of the alley, watching gloomily.

"Does Mike have any contact with the current Angolan lord?" Horn asked, looking at the crowded streets. At his horse's hoof, a man in ragged clothes with a baby in his arms knelt in front of a stall and begged the owner to reward him with half a loaf of bread. The child in the man's arms was as skinny as wood, and in the late autumn and early winter, it was only wrapped in a tattered and light cotton mattress, and was shivering in swaddling clothes.

Lind raised his whip and scared away a girl who was galloping with her horse and begging for money. "Yes," he said, putting down his whip, "but the reply said that since Mike took away the Angolan Cavalry, the steppe herders have been oppressed by the halfling tribe for many years, and the number of cattle, horses, and livestock is much lower than before, and they can only ensure the survival of their tribesmen, and they are really unable to support Karta." ”

"Damn, do you want us to come all the way from Sumer to bring the grain?" Hornler stopped his horse and scratched his hair irritably, "What does the Chancellor of the Exchequer of Karta do, if you don't come here today, you really don't know that the north of the city has become such a virtue, Bill deserves to die, and Ryan deserves to die...... Hey, we seem to be damned too. ”

The team turned one corner, then another, and slowly rode past a group of women. Lindh led him through the winding alleys of the city for a long distance, past broken arches, through the ruins of dozens of charred houses, and led his horses up a shallow stone staircase. The buildings here are low and cramped, and when Linde stops at the mouth of a small alley, the road ahead is no longer suitable for two people to ride together. "My lord, will you go first?"

Horn looked at the alley in front of him, and the houses on both sides showed signs of dragon flames, but they didn't collapse. "No, take the big road. ”

"Okay. Linde shrugged. So they drove their horses down the avenue, and the captain of the guard continued to drive the townspeople away, while Lind led the way, and from time to time Horn looked around at the towering heads, trying to find something unusual in them: a merchant driving a carriage, an old woman pouring a pot by the window, a few children beating with sticks, a group of guards escorting the captives to the execution ground...... They all looked innocent, but he wasn't at ease. The word Assassin was not written on his face.

"My lord, turn two corners ahead and the guy is waiting for you in the cellar of the last house. When he came to an alley guarded by guards, Linde turned back and said.

"No one is allowed to enter or leave until I return. Horn rolled over and dismounted. He walked down the narrow alley, turning a corner, then another, to a dilapidated tavern, where the guards at the door nodded and opened the tattered door for him.

The tavern was small, dark and damp, with saltpeter walls and low ceilings, forcing him to keep his head down. At this point, there was only a glazed-eyed woman sitting behind the rough wooden bar in the front hall, and she handed him a glass of sour wine and said, "He's in the back." ”

The room at the back was darker, except for a flickering candle on the low table, and beside it was a pot of wine, a few inverted horn cups, a longbow, and a bag of feather arrows, and the man at the table was drinking against the wall, and even though he heard footsteps, he did not look back.

Horn sat down across from him, surveying the dim surroundings. "Sure enough, you're a native of Karta, so you really know how to choose a place. ”

The other nodded. He was short, about Camille's height, with blond hair and a buckled buckle buckle that barely covered his growing belly. He turned slowly, placed his glass on the table, and looked at Horn by the faint flame of the candle. "My lord, how is the investigation?"

Horn flipped over a wine glass, picked up the flask and poured himself half a glass of wine, and took a big sip before speaking: "Anyway, Mira is not an inner ghost, if nothing else, neither are Duck and Kane, they have no reason to collaborate with the enemy." He looked at his father's own soldiers, "Aiden, tell me honestly, why should you doubt your own brother?"

"He hates the lord, you know," Aiden leaned forward, his cheek sharpened by the flames, "the lord had bypassed him, but before that he had been tortured in the water prison of Karta, and he still holds a grudge to this day. Now that we're back, victory is just around the corner, he can take revenge, and after removing those obstacles, he will be the king of the First Continent. ”

"He's not a careerist. Horn quickly denied.

"Time changes everything, including human nature, he is my own brother, I know him better than you do. Aiden smiled wryly, "I know that in this world, you are the only one who will not betray my lord, followed by Mike Mike, and then Queen Mira, but only you are the most trustworthy." That's why I'm telling you all this, hoping that you can help the lord. ”

"What a loyal servant, even his own brother was betrayed. Horn leaned back in his chair and looked at him with his hands folded.

"Betrayal?" Aiden shook his head, "I swore before God that I would always be loyal to Lord Kenny, and he swore an oath much earlier than me, but what happened?Lord Allen, although I don't understand why you let the Iceborns replace the Guard, but you must have your reasons for doing this, I don't ask, and I don't doubt it, but time is really running out, and the next assassin doesn't know how it will appear, I'm really worried about the Lord of Him...... What the hell are you going to do, my lord?"

Horn rubbed the scar on his neck and said slowly, "I hope your judgment will not be wrong, because I have called Mike and Mira to sing a play with me, a play that can make Camille show his fox tail......"