The growing noise came from the direction of the Goat Hotel behind him, and Sovereign and his party walked through the streets and alleys as fast as they walked through the night. Not long after, at the door of what looked like a blacksmith shop, they stopped and were immediately helped by several people rushing out of the house.

Sovereign was already on the verge of losing his strength, and the wounds on his back and shoulders twitched after the fierce fight, bringing bursts of heart-piercing pain. But even so, when he saw the faces of Tandra and Old Sean under the pitch-black cloak, he still trembled and was excited.

"Uncle Tandra, Lord Sean!" said Sovereign cheerfully, "how could it be you? How did you get to Kugir Town?"

Tandra casually set aside the blood-stained greatsword and rubbed Soveran's hair kindly, his eyes a little red, as if he remembered Aiden and Cyrian, the two most important friends. "After I was killed from the Oak Palace, the entire capital was under martial law, but Lord Sean was able to escape the pursuit by dragging me back to his house. He and Shaun Sr. looked at each other and continued, "As for the rest, let Lord Sean tell you......

"From now on, don't call me 'sir', my old bones are no longer the chief of the Imperial Guard......," said old Sean in a low voice, "On the day Donis rebelled, I received a letter, no payment, no messenger, just abruptly placed on the table in the study. As he spoke, he took out a fold of square parchment from the placket of his coat and handed it to Soviland.

The letter was unfolded, and Soveran saw a line of sharp handwriting on it: "Soweran, Tandra, Kugir Town." "There's nothing else. Sovereign was a little confused, who was the messenger, how did he know about Donis's plot, and how could he have expected that he would definitely go to the town of Kugil?

Sovereign placed the parchment paper gently on the wooden table by the fireplace, his brows tightly knitted together, and he tried desperately for an answer, but found that he had no idea where to start. More and more, he found that from the beginning of the trial of order in the Forest of Songs, countless inexplicable mysteries appeared around him, trapping him deeper and deeper.

Old Sean sighed, seemingly reluctant to remember what had happened that day. "This strange letter has puzzled me for a long time, and when I set out for the Oak Palace, the whole capital was in disarray......" he continued as he sat down in his chair a little tiredly, "and I saw Tandra covered in blood in the street...... The Lord God is above...... Then I heard the cruel truth that made my soul bleed......"

Old Sean buried his face in the palm of his hand, and his voice grew hoarse, until it was squeezed out of his throat. Tandra walked over and pressed his palm to Old Sean's shoulder. "After that, we sneaked out of Oak City together and rushed to the town of Kugir as fast as we could. I don't know who sent the letter, but my gut tells me that they didn't deceive us. Tandra said, "As for Lord Sean, Your Highness, there is really nothing I can do to stop his decision to go with him......"

"Lord Sean, you don't have to ......," Sovereign could not finish his sentence when he was interrupted by old Sean.

The loyal former chief of the Imperial Guard suddenly fell to one knee, his old and emaciated cheeks filled with tears and remorse. "Your Highness...... I shouldn't have let Fasti be the Chief of the Praetorian Guard, I shouldn't have just left the Oak Palace. If it weren't for me, Lord Sirian wouldn't have died, young Beorn wouldn't have died, and His Majesty's last life wouldn't have been tampered with into a lie from the mouth of a traitor......" His silver hair was glued to his forehead, and his eyes were blankly out of focus, "I deserve the punishment I deserve in front of the Lord God, and I don't even dare to imagine how to face the instructions of His Majesty Mahes and His Majesty Aiden......"

Sovereign had already rushed over and helped the old man, who was deeply in self-reproach, to his feet. "It's not your fault," Sovereign said, shaking his head, tears welling up in his eyes, and said in a firm tone, "no one wants such a thing to happen, and at no time will anyone question your noble soul, you have given all your allegiance to the kingdom, and believe me, you have done enough." ”

"Veran is right," said Tandra, "you've done enough, and there is hope that one day, we will take back the tarnished justice with our own hands." ”

Several other people standing in the room quietly wiped tears from the corners of their eyes, and Paislin, who had not spoken for a long time, stood in the corner, his head bowed. Tandra found him. "Everyone has their own choice, don't put the sins of others on yourself, Peslin. He said, "Without you, Veran would have died in the Oak Palace." ”

"You're not usually such a silent person...... Sovereign said, helping old Sean to his chair and changing the subject.

Paislin looked up with a wry smile. "What more do you want me to say, whether I hate it or not, he's my father, and on the other side is my brother......"

Sovereign interrupted him. "That's enough, isn't it, we're brothers!"

Paislin sat in the corner and shook his head, not speaking again.

"Uncle Tandra, how did you find this place to stay, and who are they?" said Sovereign, looking at the other three men standing in the room, a look of unnatural pain on his face.

"Hell, how did I forget about your injury...... Tandra said, pressing Essaouiran into his chair. Then, a lame middle-aged man came over with a medicine box, sat down next to Soveland, and began to examine his wounds.

"He's Mirza, my old subordinate......" Tandra's words were interrupted by a middle-aged man before he could finish his words.

"My lord, you better take a rest, I'll tell Your Highness. Mirza said, quickly cutting through Soveran's blood-soaked clothes, "I was a centurion under Lord Tandra, and I lost a leg in that war ten years ago. But thanks to God, I survived. He applied a milky ointment to Soveran's wound, "After leaving the garrison, I returned to the town of Kugil to open a blacksmith shop, and I didn't expect to meet Master Tandra here again." ”

Sovereign turned his gaze to the other two young men, who didn't look much older than him, who stood a little crampedly side by side, looking very nervous. Mirza looked up and said, "They are ......"

"My name is Thomas!" "My name is Kull!" The two young men straightened up instantly, stomped their heels heavily on the floor, and shouted, "In the name of the Guards, at your service!"

The two of them made everyone in the room laugh at their funny performances. "My lord, if your guards are all little ones like that, you might as well call me!haha!" said Mirza, laughing.

"Master Mirza, you can't say that," Thomas, with short blond hair, protested by pushing his glasses, "our combat strength is still okay!"

"Yes, Lord Mirza, this is the first time we've met His Highness, so we have to be formal, right?" said Kuhl with a look of course, and raised his head even higher.

Tandra smiled wryly and shook her head. "Your Highness, as you know, my guards are all orphans...... he said, looking at the two young men, "On the day of the incident, I had already asked Betma to inform the others that the guards had been disbanded before leaving the capital, but I didn't expect these two little guys to insist on coming with me. ”

"Betma is here too?" said Soveran, who was familiar with Tandra's chief of guard.

"Well, as we made our way to the Goat Inn, he went to the sheriff's house in the town of Kugir, where he would cause some trouble and hold back the town guards if something happened to him. Tandra explained, "The first person who found you at the Goat Hotel was Betma, and it was a letter from him who came back. ”

"Old goat Riley...... "Sovereign whispered, remembering the round figure, and his heart was filled with gratitude.

"If you are looking for a hotel in Kugir, you will definitely be recommended to go to the Goat Lodge. Mirza added, "Riley, that's a nice guy, just a little crazy, haha." ”

At this moment, the wooden door of the blacksmith shop was pushed open, and everyone's expressions tightened, and Tandra even picked up the giant sword again. But when everyone saw the comer, they were relieved.

A man dressed as a troubadour walked into the room, probably in his thirties, with a pair of bright and clever eyes hidden under a hazel peaked hat. He was visibly stunned when he saw Sovereign sitting in his chair, but immediately smiled brightly. "My Highness, why did you make such a mess of yourself?"

"Betma, are you Betma?" Sovereign looked at the other in surprise, unable to overlap the image in his impression of Betma with the image in front of him.

Betma was stunned for a moment, and immediately took off his hat, it turned out that there was a circle of dark yellow wigs stuck to the brim, and only after removing it would the original dark brown short hair be revealed. "Of course it's me, or who else?" he said with a smile as he grabbed a few handfuls of them on top of his head.

"Lord God, if you walk past me as you are, I promise you that you will never recognize me. Sovereign said with emotion, pointing to the two delicate mustaches on Betma's lips, "By the way, I remember you didn't have a beard?"

"Oh! that's what you're talking about?haha......" Betma carefully tore his beard from his lips and raised it in his hand, "It's also fake!"

"Well, I've got it, but you're there. Sovereign said, spreading his hands.

"By the way, Betma how is it out there?" asked Tandra, leaning against the wall.

"The whole town of Kugir is in chaos, and at least a hundred town guards have rushed to the Goat Hotel, and I have heard that the fire at the hotel is very strong, and I am even afraid that something will happen to you there. Betma took the glass of water that Thomas handed him and drank it down, "What's going on over there, how did it get like this?"

"Assassins, swarming Assassins...... said Old Shaun with a breath, "and it's not just us who have our eyes on Sovereign, but it's not clear where the tail came from. ”

Thomas and Kuhl looked at each other, clearly not expecting things to be so thrilling. "If I had known that this was the case, it would have been better for the two of us to go along. Kuhl said.

"It's useless, there are too many enemies, and if it weren't for the old goat Riley entering the battle, I'm afraid we might have died there tonight. What's more, we don't even know who our opponents are and what hole cards they have......" Tandra shook his head and asked Mirza, "How is Soveran's injury?

Mirza wrapped the bandage around Sovereign and tied a dead knot at the end. "It's so serious that it's not serious, but if you want to move immediately, I'm afraid that with Your Highness's current state, it will be difficult to run on a war horse for a long time. He pointed to Soveland's pale face, "There is too much blood, it is a miracle that he can hold on and walk back, and the most urgent need now is rest." ”

Sovereign shook his head firmly. "Don't worry about me, you have to get out of Kugir as soon as possible, and any more time here will be more dangerous. ”

"But your body ?......," said old Sean worriedly.

"Your Highness, I also agree with Mirza's suggestion," said Betma, looking at Essaouiran, "and it would be better to rest a little before leaving, and even if we wanted to leave tomorrow, it would be an extremely difficult task." The sheriff of Kugir has gone mad, and if nothing else, the town gates will be crowded with guards tomorrow. ”

Sovereign hesitated, believing it too risky. Soon, Tandra made a final decision. "Let's get some rest, and Donis' royal decree is probably already in Kugir Town, and we need to plan how to get out of the city. He nodded to Betma, "Tomorrow I'll let Betma go out and check out the situation outside, and then talk." ”

"Yes, sir. Betma replied immediately.

With the most important things decided, the atmosphere in the room finally stopped being so solemn. Mirza brought out a large jug of mead that he had brewed, and poured a full glass to everyone, except for the more seriously injured Sovelan. As Betma plays and sings in style, Thomas and Kuhl tell interesting stories about the road. Speaking of funny places, the blacksmith immediately erupted in a burst of happy laughter.

Tandra was wiping his greatsword, interjecting from time to time. Even old Sean was a little relieved, looking at the group of young lads and taking a sip of mead. Paislin walked over to Sawylan and sat down, clinking glasses with him.

Sovereign sighed silently, he wanted to lower his head and hide his reddened eyes in the shadow of his hair. But he wanted to remember their faces even more, his eyes were slowly moving, and he saw that among those faces, some were spiritually strong, some were resolute and majestic, some were sensitive, and some were even childish.

A warm current surged through his chest, and after fleeing from Oak City, Essaouiran had never felt so warm in his heart. Yes, the deceased is gone, and life has to go on, even if the unknown road ahead is full of thorns, but after all, there is a fire of hope that illuminates the darkness ahead.