As night falls, the walls of the frozen fortress are still brightly lit.

Due to various changes in the Six Kings' remnant tribes recently, Larson ordered the city wall patrol to be strengthened, especially the number of garrison personnel at night, which was doubled to ensure the security of the country.

It is dinner time now. There are many soldiers eating in the canteen, and the queue for food has formed a long queue.

"Squeak--" The door of the dining hall was pushed open, and the cold air blew in along with the wind and snow. The soldiers near the door muttered a few complaints at first, but when they saw the people walking in, their expressions suddenly changed.

Be pleased.

The person who came in was none other than Larson. His shoulders were covered with snow, which kept shaking off as he walked. He must have just returned from inspecting the city wall. When the soldiers in line saw him, they leaned back one after another and consciously put their hands in front of them.

Give up your position.

Larson was not polite at all, he jumped directly to the front of the queue, took three large chicken legs from the chef's grill, scooped out some staple food and vegetables, and started looking for a seat.

During meal time, the dining hall was very crowded. Larson walked around and found that there was only a seat in the corner, but that seat made him very unhappy because the person sitting opposite was Solandel, and he didn't want to have sex with this little brat.

Eat face to face.

Solandel noticed Larson's thoughts, and aroused the evil intentions of some little girls, and deliberately spoke first: "It's okay, don't be shy, you can sit across from me, I don't mind."

This head start made Larson angry. If he turned around and left now, he would look very lackluster. In the end, he simply put the plate down, sat down opposite Solandel and started eating.

Solandel looked at the three large pieces of chicken drumsticks on Larson's plate and frowned: "The food in the canteen is rationed. Everyone should only be able to eat one piece of chicken drumsticks. If you take away three pieces, that means

There are two people who cannot eat meat tonight, and you took away their food."

Larson banged the table hard, causing the plate to vibrate. He asked coldly: "You don't accept it?"

Solandel said silently: "I have nothing to disapprove of. I just think that what you do is unfair to other soldiers."

"Fair?" Larson seemed to have heard some joke, and he poked the general badge on his shoulder: "I am a general, and a general is a superior person. Even if he has special treatment, he can be superior to others, so what if he takes food? It's all here.

Who among my men dares to say no?"

Solandel shook her head and said, "Do you know now why you lost power in the matter of the crown prince?"

"Damn you bastard!" Larson was stepped on the tail now, and reached out to grab Solandel's hair, preparing to press her face into the dinner plate.

"Bang." Before Larson could catch Solandel, he suddenly felt someone slap him on the back of his head. His face was pressed into the dinner plate first, and his face was covered with oil.

Garrot's voice came from behind: "Eat your food well. How old are you to have the nerve to fight with a child?"

Larson supported the table and sat up with all his strength. His eyes were as round as bells, but his face looked extremely funny because of the oil stains and food residues on his face.

Larson glared at Solandel and asked coldly: "Are you satisfied with seeing me embarrassed?"

Solandel shrugged: "You take the lead in making your own troubles, what am I dissatisfied with?"

These words made Larsen lose his temper. He ate his food in big gulps, and silently asked during the middle of the meal: "Why are you here?"

Solandel was puzzled: "Didn't I say it many times, my father sent me..."

Larson raised his hand to stop: "I know you were sent by Perseus. I just want to ask, why don't you refuse this mission?"

Solandel said without thinking: "My father has other things to be busy with, and I want to share his worries."

"Share the worries? Hahaha, haven't you ever thought that for a beloved little daughter like you, hiding safely in the palace is the only way to 'share the worries' for him. If you run out like this, no matter how many guards you have around you,

, are all adding to his troubles." When Larsen said this, his eyes became deep, and he sneered, "Admit it, you just took a fancy to this opportunity to gain credit, and you want to expand your contacts and give yourself a better future.

paving."

"You want to be the crown prince and the queen of Doguland."

The word "queen" made Solandel silent for a moment, but she quickly shook her head: "I didn't think so."

Larson: "Really not?"

Solandel was helpless when asked, so she simply drew a sun symbol on her chest: "I, Solandel Van Doguland, a citizen of the sun, swear to the gods, I have never thought about being Doguland.

Queen."

Such a formal oath left Larsen speechless. His brows slowly wrinkled, he breathed out through his nose and said disdainfully: "Then I can only say that you are a loser."

Solandel asked: "Why do you say that?"

Larson: "Because you don't have a dream."

Solandel: "I have a dream!"

Larson: "What dream?"

Solandel subconsciously looked at her right hand. Although she was wearing a thick cotton coat and couldn't see what was inside, she knew that the worn linen strip was still tied around her wrist.

From that day on, it has been tied there...

Solandel looked away. She didn't want to talk too deeply with Larsen, so she said perfunctorily: "Does it have anything to do with you?"

Larsen asked again: "So, is it difficult to realize your dream?"

Solandel looked worried and nodded silently.

Larson: "Since it is difficult to achieve it, how can you achieve it if you are not a queen? By begging? Relying on the mercy of others? When someone else comes to power in the future, will you grovel and beg others?"

Seeing Solandel lowering her eyes and lost in thought, Larsen showed a mysterious smile: "Do you want to be the queen now?"

Solandel frowned and said impatiently: "I don't want to discuss this with you."

"You should discuss it, and you must discuss it, because a living example of failure is right in front of you." The expression on Larson's face slowly became distorted. He poked his chest hard and said with a grin, "I guess you have already graduated from Canada.

Lott heard my story, do you know what I regret most in my life?"

"The thing I regret most is that I didn't kill my 'good brother' as early as possible. When I was elected as the crown prince, there were actually countless ways to kill several brothers, including Perseus."

"But I relented. I felt that we are all brothers and sisters and should not kill each other. The final result is as you can see. That despicable person took away my throne, and I was put under house arrest in this place.

In the ice and snow.”

When her father was spoken ill of, Solandel's expression turned cold: "What do you want to express?"

Larsen: "I'm giving you a lesson. I want to tell you that if you are ambitious and want to be more than ten thousand people, you should become bloody and cold-blooded and make plans as soon as possible, because when you are plotting against your two brothers, they

He’s plotting against you too.”

This provocation made Solandel very angry, and her voice became louder unconsciously: "You don't need to take care of our family's affairs. Our three brothers and sisters are very harmonious. Don't be a poisonous snake here!"

Larsen smiled evilly, and his tone became extremely vicious: "One day in the future, when they put you on the guillotine and the knife falls, you will regret why you didn't listen to Uncle Larsen. And one of them,

I will step on your blood to ascend to the throne, and then feed your body to my beloved hounds."

"That's enough!" Solandel slammed the plate hard, making a harsh noise, got up and left angrily.

After a brief silence, the surrounding soldiers resumed eating in silence, and no one said anything.

While Larsen was eating by himself, Garrott sat across from Solandelle. He crossed his arms and said helplessly: "Do you feel uncomfortable if you don't talk mean for a minute?"
Chapter completed!