Even if Solandelle still had a conflict of ideas with Garrot, she couldn't say anything, so she could only whisper: "Okay, I'll listen to you and won't trouble you." I'll step up the paperwork so we can get back sooner. ”

Gallote nodded, took out a piece of marching ration from his bosom, and said, "Eat some of this if you're hungry." ”

"Thank you." Solandale held the dry food in her hand, and sat back in her seat to work on the paperwork as she ate.

She had just written for a while when the door "knocked" again.

"The cub dares to come back..."Garrot thought it was Ashima knocking on the door again, and the fire came up as soon as he scolded, and walked over to open the door, he just wanted to kick the other party, but stopped.

Standing outside was not Ashima, but Larsen, who held two glasses of fine wine in his hands, and said with a blank face: "I heard from the guards, you are bullying my affairs officer again?" ”

Garrot snorted coldly: "So what? You stood up for him? ”

"I really want to beat you up, but if you think about it, this is your virtue, even if I beat you down, you won't change it." Larsen shook his head helplessly, he wanted to say something, but he wanted to say it again and again, looking preoccupied.

Seeing this, Garrot asked inexplicably, "What's wrong with you?" If you have something, say it quickly. ”

Larsen pursed his dry lips and hesitated for a long time before poking the glass in his right hand forward: "I won't grind anymore, I admit that I was very unreasonable to you before, I hate Perseus, and I hate his daughter Solandelle, even now." ”

"However, you have traveled thousands of miles to send supplies so that I and the soldiers can be fed, clothed, and drunk, and I feel that I must give you a glass of toast. You're leaving soon, and I don't know when the next time we meet, so why don't we have a drink together and let the unhappiness of the previous days be written off, how about it? ”

Garrot's eyes widened wider and wider, and he crossed his waist and looked Larsen up and down with interest: "The gods are above, are you really Larsen?" ”

"What? You've got to let me pour this wine into your mouth, right? Larsen scolded with a smile, he glanced at Solandelle in the room intentionally or unintentionally, and said lightly, "I'm just thinking, I'm so old, it doesn't matter if I'm young, if I still complain all day long when I'm old, it doesn't actually have any effect at all, it just adds to my troubles, and people still have to look forward." ”

Garrot patted Larsen on the shoulder and sighed with emotion: "Old friend, I'm happier than anything else to hear you say that." ”

Solandale also said with high interest: "Seventh Uncle, if you can really let go of what happened back then, my trip was not in vain!" ”

Larsen handed the wine forward, smiled and said, "Have a drink?" ”

Solandale waved his hand and smiled apologetically: "I won't be able to, I don't know how to drink, and I have to step up the processing of documents tonight, I'm afraid I'll fall asleep after drinking this glass." ”

Larsen didn't force it, and handed the wine to Garrot with his backhand: "Then you come." ”

Garrot wanted to take it, but subconsciously glanced at Solandelle's short hair, and after a moment of hesitation, he retracted his hand and pretended to be serious: "I won't drink it anymore." According to the military order, you can't drink alcohol during the mission, although I am no longer an active soldier, but the little girl can resolutely cut off her long hair in order to correct her attitude, and I must also correct my attitude. ”

Larsen complained, "Oh~ Come on, old lion, is this necessary?" When did you become so reserved? ”

Garrot squeezed Larsen's wrist and smiled, "Next time, I got it." ”

Larsen was silent for a moment, sighed, and said with some melancholy: "It seems that I have no status in the hearts of good brothers, forget it, people don't appreciate it, why should I force it, it seems that I am the only one who drinks to the moon tonight." ”

Larsen left with two glasses of wine, his back looking a little lonely.

"Larsen." Suddenly, Garrot summoned Larsen, who touched his chin for a moment, and smiled angrily, "You kid is really going to make it hard for me... That's it, just one cup, not more. ”

Larsen laughed and walked back, hugged Garrot, and handed the wine in his right hand: "Cheers!" ”

"Cheers!" Garrot took the wine and drank it down.

...

In the middle of the night, the Frozen Fortress Lord snored like thunder in his bedroom, and there were many wine jars scattered on the floor, and Larsen lay on his back on the bed, snoring and snoring, exuding the smell of alcohol, apparently having drunk a lot tonight.

Drinking before going to bed every day, this is also Larsen's personal habit, as for the military order, go to the special military order, in this ice and snow, he is the boss, and he can do whatever he wants.

The candle on the table burned steadily, and suddenly the flame flickered, and then calmed down again.

The snoring in the room was still there, but it was no longer real snoring, but it was deliberately pretended by Larsen, who had just woken up from his sleep, and mobilized his muscles while pretending to snore.

Larsen has fought all his life, and his perception of movement around him is far beyond that of mortals, even if he is drunk and sleepy, he will turn a blind eye, he has just felt that someone has walked into his room and is walking towards him.

An assassin sent by the barbarians? Larsen thought to himself.

If so, it's not surprising, he's been assassinated no less than twenty times in his 28 years in the Frozen Fortress, and he's always kept those barbarian assassins coming and going.

Larsen snored and waited, and when the uninvited guest came to the bedside, he pulled out the dagger from the pillow like lightning, rolled over and got out of bed, put the knife on the other's neck, and said coldly, "Move, and die immediately." ”

"The gods are above!" The uninvited guest was taken aback and said in a panic, "My lord, it's me!" ”

When Larsen lifted the candle and saw that it was Assuma, he immediately rolled his eyes, put the dagger back in his pocket, and complained, ", I thought it was an assassin... What are you doing sneaking into my room in the middle of the night? ”

Ashuma hunched his waist and reported in a low voice: "My lord, someone is looking for you, I don't dare to delay, so I hurried to report." ”

Larsen patted his hangover headache and said impatiently, "No, I'm going to sleep, I'll talk about it tomorrow." ”

Assuma hurriedly added: "My lord, he is the messenger of the remnants of the Six Kings. ”

"Emissary?" Larsen became serious at this time, and his face was a little suspicious, "This group of barbarians has been acting quite abnormally recently, and they have sent envoys in the middle of the night, what are they doing here?" ”

Assuma shook his head: "The subordinates don't know either. ”

Involving the remnants of the Six Kings, Larsen didn't dare to play any tricks, and quickly took it seriously, he changed his clothes, and walked to his office under the guidance of Assuma.

There was only one messenger of the remnants, who was standing in the room at this time, and Larsen passed him, sat down in the chair behind the desk, and said coldly, "If there is a fart, let it go." ”