This is the first time the son has poured him wine. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The little guy inherited Nina's chestnut curls and the honey-colored eyes of the Dalton family, and when he lowered his head and poured wine, he really looked like himself when he was younger, but his personality was more like his uncle Alan, the guy who had a bad stomach but could always solve problems at critical moments.

"Father?" said his son, who had only come to his senses. "It's so late, you haven't gone back to rest, mother she ....."

"As a lord, you learn to protect your faithful servants. Kenny raised his glass, "If I tell old John these words, the little guy will have to lie in the monastery for half a month, understand?"

"I'm sorry, Father. Horn lowered his head.

Kenny waved his son to sit down while looking at the dimly lit room. The smell of potions and food was everywhere, as well as a hint of cloves that were difficult for ordinary people to spot, but he was very familiar with. It was the petals that his wife loved to sprinkle when she bathed, and she smelled of cloves everywhere she went. "Can you ride a horse?" he wanted to say this sentence with fatherly love, and even deliberately turned his gaze away, but a hint of strictness quietly blended in.

"No problem. Horn said loudly. He tried not to sound like a man who was recovering from a serious illness, especially in front of his father, and he had to always remember that the person drinking at the table with him was the Lord of North.

"Hmm. Kenny hastily responded, then raised his glass and motioned for his son to drink with him.

Horn took only a small sip. "I'm sorry, Father, because of my injury, my mother has been secretly crying lately, I heard little John say, you have a fight, I don't know if I should say this to you, but ....."

"Oh, yes, we did fight. Kenny sighed, "She thinks you're injured and shouldn't be on the battlefield because you're a kid." But Horn, you're no longer a child, you're seventeen years old, you've been anointed with holy oil in the seminary, and you're a true knight. Besides, you are among the best in swordsmanship and riding among your peers, and you are only short of being experienced on the battlefield. ”

This was the first time that his father had praised him personally. "I look forward to joining you on the battlefield to fight for the Dalton family to retake the city of Kartala and for the people of the North to return home. Horn turned his head to look at his father, "I'm even dreaming." ”

"Do you even want to dream?" Kenny smiled, "That must be a horrible nightmare, right?"

"No, a dream I've never had!" Horn decided to make the most brilliant surprise of his life, "I dreamed that we crossed the North City Bridge together and led an army of 100,000 to attack the city of Saints, then Karta, then the wasteland, then the Angolan steppe that my mother and Uncle Mike dreamed of, and the cities of Black, Robin, and Delaman, and everywhere I went, the cross flags of our alliance army were planted! I also saw you standing on the king's hall, wearing silver armor and holding a black steel sword, and all the citizens of the First Continent were cheering for you!"

"But your eyes tell me you're lying. Kenny laughed even louder, "Little one, you're a lot like your uncle, and he's a liar. ”

Horn used the same loud laughter to hide the embarrassment of the lie being exposed, and at the same time dared to raise his glass and motioned for his father to drink with him.

Kenny gladly accepted. "Horn, it's normal to be scared. He swallowed the wine in his mouth and told his son, "It's in our human nature that even the oldest soldiers in the Union Army are afraid." Of course, being scared doesn't mean we're not brave, it's because we're scared and we still fight for our territory and our families that we're true knights. ”

"Father, are you afraid?"

"I'm afraid, of course I'm afraid. Kenny took another sip of wine, "Unlike you, who were born in the North City and enjoyed peace, I grew up watching my father, your grandfather Andrew, fight on the battlefield, and so do your uncles. Whenever the black crow sent a message, I would kneel in front of the idol and pray that it would not bring bad news, but it backfired every time. I have experienced a painful defeat and been thrown out of my hometown like a reservoir dog, and you should be more fearless than me, because the pain of losing my father, my brother, my people, and my territory is something that I would never have experienced in my life. ”

"If war is so brutal, why do you-"

"Indeed, even you, Aunt Mira, think I'm in it for the right. Kenny interrupted his son, "Horn, imagine if one day I am gone, and you take over the position of Lord of Northcity, but Eridu, Assyria, your, Nikko, Uruk, and Icefield, their six territories drive you out of Northcity and Sumer, what will you do?"

"Kick me out of the Northtown?" Horn rolled his eyes, "it can't be. He put down his cup and told his father earnestly, "Uncle Camille is also a foreigner, but since he and Uncle Lawrence took over the icefield, no one has been hungry there." As for Assyria, Sonny and I are like you and Uncle Selsi, or Uncle Mike, who will never send troops against me. It's even more impossible in Sunshine City, Sula she..... And Aunt Shelley, anyway....."

"What if all this happens?"

Horn looked at Kenny and was silent for a moment. "I see, Father. ”

Kenny nodded quietly and took a long sip of his drink. "Let's talk about something else. He placed the empty cup on the table. Horn picked up the bottle with a big look. "How many people know about what happened in the forest last time?"

"Me, Sula and Sonny. Horn poured his father's wine and replied, "Oh, yes, and Mr. Aiden." The first person to find out was Sula, then me, then Mr. Aiden, and Sonny was the last. When the glass was full, he glanced at his father's eyes and poured the rest of the bottle into his own.

"Do you know what that is?" Kenny leaned to the right and asked his son in a low voice.

"I don't know. But after you asked this question, I thought, I know. ”

"What if Aunt Winnie, or Aunt Mira, or your mother came and asked you that?"

"I don't know. Horn replied crisply.

"Has anyone asked you that?" Kenny picked up his glass and touched the rim of his son's glass.

"Not so far, but I chose to trust Sonny until I confirmed it, so it's likely that Aunt Mila already knew. Horn took a small sip, "I'm sorry, Father. ”

"No, you've done a good job. Kenny leaned back in his chair, his voice still low, "If you had led the Confederate forces back then, maybe there would be no North City today." He turned his head to look at his son, "Horn, now, are you afraid?"

"I'm afraid, but I'm more excited, and I can't wait to go south with you tomorrow. Horn drank the wine from his glass and wiped the corners of his mouth with his sleeve, "I want to fight for you and my mother, for the people of the North City, for the freedom of your mouth, Namu God testifies." ”

"The wine is good, it's just a little less. Kenny looked down and smiled, then slowly stood up and looked at his son's face illuminated by the candlelight, "Hopefully, this isn't the last time we father and son will drink." ”

Horn stood up, smiling and nodding.