Dawn of the Grey Tower

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The feeling of headache always makes people feel at a loss. It is not as clear and targeted as the pain of other limbs. The headache is always mixed with dizziness, dazzling and indescribable confusion. The brain serves as the processing center of the human body, and any problems in it will directly affect the human body's ability to think. This is more frustrating than injury to a person who has to work even in sickness.

"Wow!" Marcus swept his arm and slammed the bottle full of ink off the table. The waitress in the tent hurried forward, trying to save the situation in front of the carpet on the ground further contaminated by ink. However, his actions obviously made the restless King's hand uncomfortable, and Marcus shouted without looking up, "Give me out!"

The waitress was still hesitating, and the fat jazz had stood up from his seat. He picked up the scepter at his feet and was about to hit the waiter. Of course, Marcus is not so brutal, he just wants to use this method to let the other party leave the tent as soon as possible. But the fact proved that the stick knocked on the head was indeed better than any command. The waitress ran out of the tent with a crawl, and she begged for mercy, as if Marcus was not holding a scepter. Same as a steel knife.

"Pretend bastards, obscene and meticulous." After driving away the maid, Marcus scolded and returned to his seat. But in these short steps, the vertigo caused by his headache made him fall uncontrollably towards his right hand, but fortunately there was that scepter in his hand. It is covered with gold and silver, and the scepter of a white lion is carved on the top. In Cangshi, the power is second only to the king, but now, this thing that countless people think about can only become Marcus and not let him fall. Crutches.

Damn headache. The hand of the king rubbed his brow hard, hoping to ease the dizziness caused by the headache. This unreasonable torture approached him a few days ago, and the incessant intrusion day and night brought Marcus to the edge of patience. He could have used the waitress. He knew that the other party was a spy placed by other nobles beside him, and as long as she gave her some insignificant information, he could make the spy become his **** at a critical moment. But Marcus's head hurts so much that he no longer has the mood to layout, and then to think about the struggle of the nobles who are intriguing. Now he is like a sick lion, he can only roar and wave Paw to protect your dignity.

The bloated lion lurched back behind his desk. He looked at the silver lion at the top of the scepter in his hand, and showed an ironic smile. "The king's hand? Without the king, where is the king's hand?" Said Then, he raised the cane and wanted to throw it away, but after thinking about it, he retracted his arm and placed it at his feet.

After doing all this, Marcus felt more energized. He wanted to continue to correct the documents on the table, only to find that the ink bottle spilled a little when he fell, and completely covered several pieces of text. Damn it. He thought of it again. It was at this time that the outside of the tent became noisy and the hand of the king frowned. He wanted to use yelling to calm down the outsiders, but he could not lift so much power.

Fortunately, the commotion soon subsided. At the same time, the curtain of the tent was also opened. "I told you to go out." Marcus put his face in the arms on the table, his voice a little dull.

"Really? Why didn't I hear you say that?" Some old but persevering voices came. The king's hand immediately raised his head, and he saw that the person who was heading down into the tent was not the waitress, but a knight in armor, and his chest was tied with a badge that symbolized the status of the head of the group. To fix the robe outside the armor.

"Sir Atticus, how could you ..." Marcus wanted to stand up, but his violent movement made his brain dizzy, and his feet fell back softly.

After seeing this scene, the Iron Knight was silent for a while, and then approached, "I thought that being sick is just an excuse for not wanting to be overdone and entertaining. Now it seems that you'd better go to the pharmacist to see that your face looks better than The dead are bad. "

"I want to give my head a hammer now. This **** headache has kept me away from my eyes for days. Can I go to a pharmacist? I'm afraid they will treat me as a fat mouse!" Marcus exaggerated In fact, it was clear that the cheese had informed him of the information about the Rat Plague and the Pharmacists Association. Even if the mage did not do so, combined with the sudden outbreak of rodent outbreaks in many cities, the Pharmacists Association could not get rid of it.

Attic nodded, and honestly he was not sure whether the worms in the Pharmacists Association had been cleaned up. "Well, if you don't recommend some new treatments, some of the people I brought should be able to help you."

"I refuse dwarf therapy, I heard that they will use the mud on their shoes as a prescription!" The king's hand said, showing a frightened look, letting him drink that kind of thing, might as well let him die.

"Not a dwarf ~ www.ltnovel.com ~ Grand Duke Hammer didn't walk with me. He and the survivors of Molten Iron City are doing something, and maybe he will come when he is done." The Iron Knight shook his head, showing a trace wry smile. He set his eyes on the map of Cang behind Marcus, focusing on the location of Molten Iron City. There is no doubt that Andre is a qualified lord, and the ruler of the Hammer is the most dynamic territory in the kingdom. But the only reason this dwarf stayed in Cangshi was that only Sigt was his friend. Now that the king is dead, no matter who died in his hands, the dwarves seem to have no meaning to stay in this human kingdom. If Grand Duke Hammer really left, I am afraid that Cang Lion's current situation is even more unfavorable.

Marcus noticed the knight ’s gaze, and he sighed, “If the hammer hammer loses its lord, it ’s not just the kingdom ’s loss. The guys outside the tent will frantically fight for the land he left behind and Wealth, especially those sturdy castles, is an irresistible temptation for any family. Without the restriction of the king, no one can stop them. Even to the worst step, if we can not promptly recommend one to all A recognized king, the whole kingdom is likely to be divided. "

He said, playing with the wooden marker on the table, it was a chess piece carved into the shape of a squirrel, "The common hatred of the squirrel is the only lifeblood that sustains the kingdom now. At least for now, any major Anyone who wants to eat cake before Qiu Debao will be killed by other people. But after that? The collar of Salon, not far from us. "