After the little black fruit was thrown into his mouth, Alan thought that these foods were probably drugged or poisoned, in other words, he may have thought of this a long time ago, but the recklessness just now made him almost put his life into it, he didn't seem to have woken up from the frustration, but the budding of the taste buds soon made him forget everything he had just thought, because the little black fruit on the tip of the tongue was surprisingly delicious. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

He didn't show too much of an exaggeration, but tried to suppress his expression as much as possible, looking for all kinds of food on the table that he had never seen before. For example, red sausage with a blue sauce, bread with yellowish grease that looks like butter, steak that is tender to the point of blood, and red fruits with tiny pearl-like seeds when peeled off.

When the satiety came, he had only tasted a third of the food on the table, and the constant stream of attendants was still piling up food on the table, and after eating the last piece of salty, but melt-in-your-mouth mutton, he burped, leaned back in his chair in satisfaction, and vowed never to taste it again.

"You're full?"

Alan turned his head and looked away from the table full of food, but Mike didn't look at him, but kept stuffing the mountain of food on the plate in front of him into his mouth, as if trying to make up for all these days of hunger.

"I think so, I can't eat it for three days!" he said, clutching his round stomach and looking pained.

"Don't, Your Excellency!" Duck cut a small piece of meat and sent it to Allen's plate, "You must try this again, this is Elidu's most famous peacock tongue, only in early spring, this bird flies south in the winter and feeds on a shellfish, so it tastes like seafood without any sauce, but it is not fishy, and it is tender!"

"I'm sorry, I really can't eat at all!" Alan politely waved at his master.

At the end of the meal, the attendants brought in all kinds of nuts, in addition to the more common almonds, chestnuts, and hazelnuts, there were many that the three had never seen, and these nuts had already been shelled and packed in new clay plates before they were served to the table, and after a while, all that remained in the huge dining room was the click of crushing nuts.

"I'm sorry, Your Excellency. Duck raised his glass and opened his mouth to Allen, who was sitting next to him, "The knight who duel with me said that you are the leader of this team, and he does not want to reveal his name and the purpose of his visit, but I really want to know his name, although I know that it is a bit rude, but my historian ....." He stretched out his hand and pointed to a young man sitting in the third seat on his right.

"Historian?" said Alan's glass stopped in mid-air.

"Yes, he is responsible for recording my deeds. Duck smiled, "I mean, my victories and defeats. You see, if I don't even know the name of your companion, the posterity won't know who I lost to the only time in my life!"

"You like to record it all?" Alan frowned, his voice sounding a little surprised.

"Yes, because I'm the Border Commander, and every day here needs to be recorded. Duck nodded, "While this may have violated some of the edicts, there is so little that this young man can do on a daily basis, so he offered to help me keep a record of my life, and I agreed, starting at the age of twenty-seven." ”

"If it were me, I would definitely erase the experience of this failure. Alan put down his glass, mocking in his tone.

"Honor!" Duck raised his voice suddenly, "I did lose, I can't pretend it never happened!"

"Well, you look more old-fashioned than I thought!" Alan smiled, "I can't tell you our name and purpose, even though we are border crossers and have enjoyed the sumptuous dinner you have provided. ”

"You have come from the plain of Messer, which is the direction of Assyria. Duck lifted a finger and rubbed it over his beard for a moment, "Are you Assyrians?"

"Even if it's it!" Alan began to be a little impatient.

"No, it can't be, Assyria doesn't have such skilled knights, that hellish place is all forests, and you can't ride a horse at all!" Duck denied his conjecture, and then thought for a moment, "Since you came from the Messer Plains, you must have passed through the Dragon's Blood Forest, and when you passed through that ghost place, didn't you encounter something strange?"

"What's weird?" said Allen, trying to keep his expression unfazed, even though his curiosity had been piqued. He remembered the crows that had obscured the clouds, and the bread that had appeared in the camp, the footprints on the ridges, and the white shadows in the darkness.

"It's a terrible story," Duck shook his head slightly, "that forest has buried hundreds of thousands of Sumerians.....

"Oh, is it?" Alan was startled, quickly pulling his gaze away from his glass, and turning his head to look at the Border Leader.

"Looks like you're interested in that?" Duck smiled briefly and raised an eyebrow, "Tell me the knight's name, and the purpose of your visit, and I'll tell you the story, okay?"

"After you finished speaking. Alan nodded.

"You know the Dragon's Blood Forest, it is known as the last pure land of the kingdom. "The passage of time has given the forest its strange name, which was called Gorus Dunvede, which means forest of terror, like Sumer, which is still used today, and its ancient word means kingdom, and—"

"What you're talking about is it related to the Battle of Messer?" interrupted the non-verbal Sersi with a sudden voice.

"Looks like you know something. Duck nodded, "A thousand years ago, there were no lords and kings on this continent, and the city was ruled by various monasteries, because we all believed in the god Namu. Some of the monasteries even ruled over more than one city, but no one ruled over everything, as now, only the ancient Assyrian lords proclaimed themselves kings, and the others called themselves lords. This rule was maintained until the end of the Battle of Messer. ”

"That'..... Is it a big battle?" Alan put down his glass, he couldn't imagine what kind of order existed without the rule of the lord.

"Yes, it was a big battle like never before. "Someone sealed some kind of artifact in the Dragon's Blood Forest, and people spread the word that the person who got the treasure could control everything, and then the war began. The rules of the monastery were broken, and now Eridu, Assyria, your, Nikko, Uruk, several armies sprung up in one night from all over Sumer, they marched to the Dragon's Blood Forest, and then they met, and then war broke out, and every territory of Sumer, in that forest, buried the bones of ancestors, but no one really approached it. ”

"Why?" Mike frowned, tossing an almond into his mouth.

"Because every time someone approaches the forest, they come across other armies, and they clash and end up losing both. Duck smiled, "Since then, whenever someone passes through the Dragon's Blood Forest, there will always be some strange stories, but I think there is nothing there, just someone who wants to change the rules of the continent." ”

Alan frowned, staring at the sharp cat-eye on his bony cheek.

"Now, can you tell me what you're here for, and the knight's name?" Darkk asked sincerely.

"Mike Hansen," said Allen, as promised, "we are here to find a knight, and one, or two witches, who should be together. ”

"Knight, witch?" Duck frowned, as if thinking something. "If I'm not mistaken, shouldn't he have been killed by you?"

"Killed by us?!" all three spoke almost simultaneously, looking at Duck blankly.