Biwen, who returned to his residence under the moonlight, was in a daze. All he could think about at the moment was the golden sunset, the throne on the top of the castle, and the people on the throne. He couldn't even remember what Dane said to him when he knelt under the throne just now, and what he answered.
Back at the residence, Redis saw him with a very bad face, and hurried up, opened his mouth to ask something, but was stopped by Biwen.
"I'm so tired now, I'll talk about it later when I have something to do."
Seeing that Biwen looked haggard as if he had been raped, as if he was perfunctory, Redis could only hold back his thoughts and did not bother him.
Biwen, who was lying on the bed, was obviously dizzy, but he couldn't fall asleep anyway. He was still thinking about the short time he met Dane at the top of the castle.
A cool early spring wind mixed with the unique smell of yellow sand on the wasteland, blowing in through the window. Biwen who was lying on the bed shuddered, and his mind suddenly recovered.
He began to gradually remember what happened under the throne, but it was precisely because of this sobriety that he felt even more awe of Dane in his heart.
Now he can clearly recall the immense pressure that rose from the bottom of his heart when he faced Dane who had never let him see his face clearly under the sunset in the wasteland. He even had a feeling of being deeply impressed when he met Governor Oze for the first time.
Biwen felt a little funny about the thought that arose in his heart.
Lying on the bed, he said with his mouth slightly open: "It's really interesting, who is Governor Oze? Can he be compared to Dane?"
This sentence is more like a kind of self-comfort and deception, but the effect is not good. Under talking to himself, not only failed to comfort himself, but felt that the shadow left in his heart became bigger.
Under such a state of mind, Biwen, who has the title of 'Condor', stayed up all night.
…
When Biven was lying on the bed and couldn't sleep all night, in Dane's private living room, Chapple was talking incoherently with excitement.
"...It's really amazing, Dane, you didn't see that guy named Biwen with a distraught look on his face when he went back. It's really funny, he was so arrogant before, and after seeing you once, he was like a frightened person Like a quail. Hey, I'm really curious, what did you tell him when you were on the top floor of the castle?"
Dane shrugged his shoulders and said, "I didn't say anything to him. I just greeted Governor Oze and asked him to hand over the body of General Morneau to us."
Chapple stared wide-eyed and asked, "Did he agree?"
"Of course I agreed."
"This..." Chapple looked incredible, and he was really shocked.
Looking at Bivin's appearance, he knew that the reason why he brought Morno's body and Redis who snatched Morno's body back to White Wolf Castle was not for the purpose of catching up with the dead man and the living man. Is the influence of White Wolf Fort causing trouble? That being the case, if you don't come up with something practical, how can it be possible for people to give up these two most important things so easily
He asked the question out of his mouth, but this time, Dane didn't answer what he meant.
Atmosphere, scene, psychological shaping, although Dane doesn't have a perfect theory to support him to do these things, it doesn't prevent him from being able to use them proficiently in actual scenes. When Dane met Biven on the top of the castle, he first used the method of forcing the other party to walk up the stairs to wear down his will, and then from the timing of the selection, as well as the grasp of the scene, even the loud bell, and The cries that forced Biwen to kneel down were all planned long ago.
As a result, Dane was quite satisfied. At that time, Biwen really couldn't bear the psychological pressure, and when he knelt down, Dane knew that all his demands would be met.
Dane changed the subject and said: "Tomorrow morning, you take someone to the hotel where that guy lives, and bring me the body of General Morneau. We are going to have a decent funeral. You deserve the respect you deserve. However, I don’t want to see those two guys at the funeral, and I don’t need to teach you other public opinions.”
He patted Chapple on the shoulder and said, "I'll leave this matter to you. I believe you can handle it well."
"Okay, no problem." Chapple nodded and took over the task. Morno's funeral must be well organized. On the one hand, both he and Dane also have this thought. Needless to say, he has been with Morno for so long. For Dane, Morneau can be regarded as a friend. It is thanks to the wind of Morneau's Eastern Expedition that he can have today. Giving him a decent and grand funeral is not a big deal.
As for, on the other hand, there are some practical interest considerations.
In the past few days when Dane was away, Biwen and Redis had a bigger problem in Biaowolf Castle. There must always be a way to end those rumors that have been spread. Wouldn't it be a good way to use a respectful funeral to announce the end of the era of Morneau and the beginning of the era belonging to Dane
"By the way." Chapple asked again suddenly, "What should we do with Bivin and Redis?"
Dane sneered and said: "Let them stay in the hotel obediently, and they are not allowed to step out of the hotel at any time except the day they leave White Wolf Castle!"
"Are they forcing their way in?"
"Just the two of them, how much trouble can they cause in White Wolf Fort? As long as they don't kill people, they can do whatever they want."
"Okay, I will send someone to watch day and night."
Dane waved his hand, signaling Chapple to leave. It's enough to leave these chores to him, and Dane doesn't bother to spend any more time on this aspect.
After Chapple left, he sank his mind into the imperial tower of the "Dynasty Heart" system, opened the game interface, looked at the sequence of buildings that were already full, and then looked at the full-staffed training buildings of each unit. The training quota, and looking at the gold coins that seemed to be stretched gradually because of this big development plan, he sighed inwardly.
"It seems that the pace of expansion should be accelerated..."
He poured himself a glass of wine, stood at the window with the glass in his hand, and stared towards the direction of Shawan Harbor to the west. (To be continued.)