As the autumn rain dripped down from the tent, Kenny looked up at the rainy sky, and the crows were flying north, and the blackbirds had bad news tied to their feet, about to bring to the people in the far north. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

"That guy was late. Mike said as he sat in his chair and looked at the red wine in his glass.

Kenny turned back to the long folding table made of pine and sat down in a chair, the curtain behind him lowered by the guards standing guards, as if to keep all the rain out. He picked up his glass, then put it down again, and did this twice, until finally he folded his hands and leaned back in his chair. "I wasn't thinking about it. He closed his eyes and sighed, "Who do you say, who does Horn look like?"

"He killed the son of an earl. Mike picked up his glass and commented, "That kid is a traitor, a deserter who retreats, and Horn is right, not at all." He put down his glass and leaned forward, "Honestly, old man, he's better suited to be the lord of the North City than you are. ”

"Just because you're ruthless?" Kenny opened his eyes, "No, he should learn how to love his men, that's the shortcut to loyalty, killing will only make everything worse, and in the end, he may be alone." ”

"A lord is the loneliest profession in the world, unless you want him to be a bard or a carpenter. Mike said, "What if it were you, what would you do if I flinched?"

"You?" Kenny raised an eyebrow and chuckled softly, "It's different, that kid is still a child after all, his father is a count, he has been pampered since he was a child, he hasn't experienced any ups and downs, and the biggest frustration is watching his father cut off the heads of a few prisoners, but so what? It's just a few nightmares, after all, it's still a child, after all, it's only fourteen years old, what a good age." ”

"What I'm asking is, if. Mike repeated.

Kenny's fingers tapped lightly on the countertop, and he thought for a moment. "I'd think you've been spelled by a dark magic wizard or kicked in the head by a donkey, but it doesn't happen to you, never. ”

Mike frowned. "You're such a stubborn guy, it's really boring to talk to you. ”

The curtain was lifted, and the sound of rain poured in, and Kane bowed his head into the tent. He was still wearing the silver armor that he had worn all year round, and the cloak behind him was as bright red as a flame, and the brooch used to hold the cloak was a delicate orange flame emblem made of soft gold. "Then let's talk to someone else," he said as he walked, "and I promise you, Mike, that it won't be boring to talk to me. He pulled out a chair and sat down across from Mike. "When the southern crusade is over, if you feel tired of staying in the northern city, and the lord is a boring fellow, you can come to your, we desperately need people like you. ”

"I can't ask for it," Mike laughs, "and if you stay with this guy for a long time, your head will become like Sercy's, monolithic, and uninteresting." ”

"Sersi's fun is that you have three sons, but you don't even have a woman. Kenny retorts, but the smile stops abruptly.

There was silence in the tent for a while.

"I wonder how Winnie will cry when she sees that letter. Mike swallowed a large gulp of wine and said gloomily, "Ulf is a good fellow, and he is the most upright of the three brothers, and he is the most like Sercy. I still remember that the first time he walked into the training ground, I asked him to choose a weapon to take advantage of, and his helpless and curious eyes were really ..... Shit, damn it!"

The curtain was lifted again, and Camille, dressed in a white robe, walked in. "Sorry, I'm late. He walked quickly over to Kenny, pulled out his chair and sat down, "Lord, what are you talking about?" he looked around, "Oh, I'm not the only one who is late. ”

"I'm talking about an ice man. Kane scrambled in front of Kenny and spoke, "He's dignified, charismatic, well-bathed, and smells of aromatherapy all over his body, mixed with a little wolf, aha!"

"Xun Li is cleaner than you, and there is no smell of, Lord Kane. Camille raised his hand and sniffed, "You've been wearing this armor since the first time I saw you." He opened a cup and poured himself a drink, "How poor is your, so that their noble lords have been wearing a suit of armor for more than ten years, and all of them are not gilded. ”

"As you said, the lords are so poor that they only have one piece of armor. Kane had long been accustomed to such mockery, and only he knew the bitterness he had endured for the past seventeen years. The entire continent of Sumeria knew that your was a poor place, but since Kane came to power, your economy has finally improved a little, but he himself has been called the 'Beggar Lord'.

"I'm sorry, guys, the meeting hasn't started yet, has it?" said Duke Dark, from Elidu. He was dressed today in fine sterling silver armor, without a helmet, with a white cloak over his shoulders, and his half-length brown hair mixed with silver silk neatly combed back his head, and although he was in his early fifties, he walked like a young man of twenty. "What's so urgent?" Mike asked Kenny as he poured him a drink.

"We will welcome an important guest who is crucial to the success or failure of the southern expedition. Kenny replied.

"You've seen it, old man. Mike put down the flask and added.

"Oh, I remember. Duck smiled and took a big sip from his glass.

Mira Kelling was the last to arrive, followed by the Duke of Dondelien. The old man was dressed in a green robe trimmed with gold thread, with the Assyrian sickle coat of arms rusted on his chest, and his height had not shrunk at all, his shoulders were broad, his waist was thin, and his muscles were so muscular that he could not tell at all that he had worked for Assyria for nearly fifty years.

Today, Mira's silver hair hangs down her shoulders and she wears a jeweled ring tied to it, but she does not wear a sickle crown. "I should have come later so I wouldn't have to watch you drink. As she spoke, she had a fresh mint scent in her mouth.

"By the way, when are our VIPs going to arrive?" Kane had drunk five glasses of wine in a row since he entered the door. "If he doesn't show up, I'll probably be carried back to the tent by the attendants!"

"You don't have to drink so much, when the southern expedition is over, I will have someone send you more good wine. Camille quipped.

"Remember what you said today, Iceborn, don't be a fool of yourself!" Kane yawned and poured himself another full glass.

"Lord, you can't remember the day wrong, can you?" Mike said bluntly, "it's a full hour late. ”

"That guy has always been late. Kenny shrugged helplessly.

The curtain was lifted again, and a soaking wet man in a black cloak walked in, taking off his hood and revealing his long chestnut hair, while smiling at his friends he hadn't seen in years.