After saying this, even if Solandel still had some conflict of ideas with Garrot, she still found it difficult to talk about it. She could only say softly: "Okay, I will listen to you and won't cause you any trouble. I will deal with it as soon as possible."

File so that we can return early."

Garrott nodded, took out a piece of marching rations from his arms, and said, "If you are hungry, eat some of this."

"Thank you." Solandel held the dry food and sat back down to eat while processing documents.

Not long after she wrote, the door banged again.

"You damn bastard, you dare to come back." Garrot thought it was Asuma knocking on the door again, and he immediately became angry. He cursed and walked over to open the door. He was about to kick him, but stopped.

The person standing outside was not Asuma, but Larson. He was holding two glasses filled with fine wine in his hands, and said expressionlessly: "I heard from the guard that you bullied my clerk again?"

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

"I really want to beat you up, but if you think about it carefully, you have this kind of character. Even if I beat you down, you won't change." Larsen shook his head helplessly. He wanted to say something, but he couldn't.

He stopped again, looking worried.

Seeing this, Garrot asked inexplicably: "What's wrong with you? If you have anything to say, please tell me."

Larsen pursed his dry lips, hesitated for a long time, and then probed the wine glass in his right hand forward: "I won't be too impatient anymore. I admit that I was very unreasonable to you before. I hate Perseus and I hate him."

Daughter Solandelle, even now."

"However, you have traveled thousands of miles to deliver supplies so that I and the soldiers can have food, clothing, and fine wine. I feel that I have to toast you no matter what. You are leaving soon, and I don't know the next time we meet.

When is the time, how about we have a drink together to wipe away the unhappiness of the past few days?"

Garrot's eyes opened wider and wider. He put his hands on his hips and looked Larsen up and down with great interest: "By God, are you really Larsen?"

"What? You have to let me pour this glass of wine into your mouth to feel comfortable, right?" Larson cursed with a smile. He glanced at Solandel in the room intentionally or unintentionally, and said lightly, "I was just thinking, I

At such an old age, it doesn’t matter if you were full of energy when you were young. If you continue to blame others all day long when you are old, it will actually have no effect at all. It will only increase worries. People still have to look forward."

Gallot patted Larson on the shoulder and sighed with emotion: "Old friend, I am happier than anything else to hear you say that."

Solandel also said with high spirits: "Uncle Qi, if you can really let go of what happened back then, my trip will not be in vain!"

Larson passed the drink forward and said with a smile: "Have a drink?"

Solandel waved her hands and said with an apologetic smile: "I won't. I'm not very good at drinking. I have to work on documents tonight. I'm afraid I'll fall asleep after drinking this drink."

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

Garrot wanted to pick it up, but subconsciously glanced at Solandel's short hair. After a moment of hesitation, he retracted his hand and pretended to be serious: "I won't drink anymore. According to military orders, you can't drink during the mission. Although I have

I'm not an active soldier, but a little girl can cut off her long hair to correct her attitude, so I have to correct my attitude too."

Larson complained: "Oh, come on, old lion, is this necessary? When did you become so reserved?"

Garrot pressed Larson's wrist lightly and said with a smile: "Next time, I understand."

Larson 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, they don't appreciate it, so why should I force it? It seems that tonight I will be the only one drinking in front of the moon."

Already."

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

Gu Jing/span> "Larsen." Suddenly, Garrot called Larsen, he touched his chin from time to time, and said with an annoyed smile, "You kid is really going to embarrass me, okay?

, just one cup, no more."

Larsen walked back with a big smile, gave Garrott a bear hug, and handed the wine in his right hand: "Cheers!"

"Cheers!" Garrot took the wine and drank it in one gulp.

Late at night, the Lord of the Frozen Fortress was snoring loudly in his bedroom. There were many wine cans scattered on the floor. Larson was lying on the bed, sleeping soundly. His whole body smelled of alcohol. He had obviously drank a lot tonight.

Drinking before going to bed every day is Larson's personal habit. As for the military orders, go ahead and get the military orders. In this ice and snow, he is the boss and can do whatever he wants.

The candle on the table was burning steadily. Suddenly, the candle flame swayed and then returned to calm.

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

Larson has been fighting all his life, and his awareness of the surrounding movements is far beyond ordinary people. Even if he is drunk and falls into a coma, he will turn a blind eye. He has just felt that someone has entered his room and is walking towards him.

Assassins sent by barbarians? Larson thought to himself.

If so, it would not be surprising. In the 28 years he served in the Frozen Fortress, he had been assassinated no less than twenty times, and every time he would make it impossible for those barbarian assassins to come back.

Larson snored while waiting. When the uninvited guest came to the bedside, he quickly pulled out the dagger from the pillow, rolled out of bed, put the knife on the other person's neck, and said coldly: "Move, and you will die immediately."

."

"My God!" The uninvited guest was startled and said in a panic, "Sir, it's me!"

Larsen lifted the candle and saw that it was Asuma. He immediately rolled his eyes, put the dagger back in his pocket, and complained: "Damn it, I thought it was an assassin. Why did you sneak into my room in the middle of the night?"

Ashuma bowed his waist and reported in a low voice: "Sir, someone is looking for you. I didn't dare to delay, so I came to report quickly."

Larson patted his head, which was hungover and had a headache, and said impatiently: "No, I have to go to bed. We'll talk about it tomorrow."

Asuma quickly added: "Your Excellency, you are the envoy of the remnants of the Six Kings."

"Messenger?" Larsen then became serious and looked a little suspicious, "These barbarians have been acting quite unusually recently, and they sent an envoy in the middle of the night. What are they doing?"

Asuma shook his head: "My subordinates don't know either."

Larsen didn't dare to show off his temper when it came to matters involving the remnants of the Six Kings. He quickly took it seriously. He changed his clothes and walked to his office under the guidance of Asuma.
Chapter completed!