"I can't guarantee how good I am at what I do, but I will do my best to keep your sister alive, but you can remember that you don't have much time. The plant you are looking for is extremely rare now, and it is only distributed in our county. In the forest inside, if you can't come back... I can't watch your lovely sister turn into something terrible..."
"As long as I find that herb... can my sister be saved?"
"It's impossible to say for sure. Although this herb can react with the monster's toxins, it is not a herb, but a poison. A normal person will have a beautiful illusion after chewing one bite, and will see the most beautiful thing in his life after chewing two bites. The one you love, chew it three times...you will die in the sweetest dream!"
The memory of Istvan's annoying drunkard's smile lingered in Cesare's mind.
"But as I said, you don't have many choices. The poison of this herb is the only effective antidote, and it is the only possible way to save your sister at this stage. I hope you can cross the fields alive. , Anmen.”
Constantly thinking about what Istvan had said in his mind, Cesare's steps became more rapid. He was annoyed why such a thing happened, and even more angry why it was Crocia who was injured instead of himself. Even if it means using his own life in exchange for his sister's life, what's not worth it?
Although Stephen has emphasized countless times that there are unimagined dangers in Hunyadi's territory, Cesare now no longer cares about his own safety. He only hopes that the plants mentioned by the drunk priest can really cure the disease. Good Crocia.
It was getting late, and in the streets of Kalliu Town, only a ray of light from the setting sun illuminated the road ahead.
There was no time to change into clean clothes. The casual clothes Cesare was wearing were still stained with shabby cuts and blood stains. He could only borrow a black cloak from Istvan and put it on the outside to avoid attracting unnecessary attention to passers-by. of attention.
Every household lit oil lamps, and countless windows on both sides of the street revealed dim lights. Pedestrians on the road rushed home one after another, and only the workers who picked up dung were still wandering around the street.
Cesare sped forward on the road, walking towards the edge of the town as quickly as possible, passing through the poor old city and passing by the commercial streets where working people were working. He did not dare to slow down until the last moment when the sun was completely gone. pace.
There are fewer and fewer houses around, and the light that can clearly see the surrounding environment has become rare, but Cesare has already been prepared.
He lifted up his cloak to reveal the oil lamp on his waist, and lit the cotton wick in the lamp with the wool containing fire. It was reassuring to have light again, but Cesare still did not dare to waste a moment and quickly completed this action. Then he hurried to the inn in the town.
This is a complex of buildings with stables, dormitories and tavern facilities. Several carriages are tied side by side to the fence on the roadside, but there are no coachmen anywhere. The laughter of men and women can be heard in the tavern next to it. Without thinking too much, you can guess what the coachmen are busy with.
Do you want to go in and pick them out one by one? At this point, there was no other way. Cesare didn't want to wait until dawn before setting off. God knows how long they would drink.
Cesare gritted his teeth impatiently. Just as he was about to break into the tavern, his left ear twitched slightly. An unusual sound caught his attention. From the row of parked carriages, a man's snoring could be heard. Voice.
Cesare took a closer look and found an old man lying in the driver's seat of an ordinary carriage. The guy was lying across the front seat.
He was sleeping soundly with his boots off, and his bare feet exuded an unpleasant stench. One foot was placed on the armrest, and the other was half hanging on the edge of the chair. His hands were folded on his abdomen. His face was still covered with a hat, and there was a wave of noise coming from under the hat. There were bursts of snoring.
The anxious Cesare did not give him a chance to have a perfect dream. He walked to the side of his head, lifted his hat, and flicked his forehead twice with his fingertips.
"Hey, wake up, are you a coachman?" The man yelled, barely opening his eyes as if making a grimace. He raised his hand to scratch his beard and rubbed his big red nose.
"Huh? What's wrong...where are you going...?"
"Hunyadi's collar." Cesare replied as he opened his palm, revealing a few copper coins.
"What?" The coachman blinked his eyes hard several times, pushed up his waist while groaning, and then hit his head as if he suspected that he was not awake.
"You, you said you want to go to Hunyadi to get it? Oh, you can find someone else to go to that damn place, I can't go."
Seeing the coachman's resolute attitude, Cesare shook his head helplessly and took out something else from his cloak. When he opened his palm again, in addition to the few copper coins, there was a Crow family ring shining with unique light.
The coachman raised his head, but he squinted his eyes and secretly glanced at the price tag in Cesare's hand with his peripheral vision, especially the family ring, which played a more critical role. The coachman looked forward, leaning forward slowly, and his ten fingers seemed to be hesitantly tapping on the front of the carriage.
"Let me tell you first, I can't send it to the innermost part."
"No need." Cesare kept the ring and gave the rest of the fare to the coachman. These were also kindly provided by Istvan. Thinking of this, Cesare even began to no longer hate the drunken face.
Then Cesare reached out and opened the small door of the rear compartment, quickly got into the compartment, and tapped the front fender a few times to indicate that he was ready.
The coachman's expression was still a little hesitant. There had just been such a big commotion in the city today. Even if the church blocked the news, it would inevitably make people suspicious. Even Karl Liu was not at peace. He had to go to Hunyadi to pick up something that was completely controversial so late at night. I really can’t think of a place to drill.
But weighing the money in his hand, the driver smiled bitterly. "It's hard to make money, but it's hard to eat shit." After muttering under his breath, he got out of the carriage, untied the rope that tied the carriage, gently stroked the horse, and when he came back, he held the reins and drove the carriage slowly onto the road.
There was plenty of space in the carriage's cabin to accommodate multiple people or a large amount of luggage. There are two rows of benches fixed to the floor at the front and rear sides of the carriage for passengers to sit.
The cushions on the stools are worn and worn, but some hand-sewn patterns can still be seen. There is a small window on the top of the carriage, through which you can see the light outside and the stars in the sky.
Cesare took off the oil lamp he carried from his waist and hung it in the carriage to provide suitable light. The rich and nobles in the city usually travel in luxurious power locomotives. Compared to this, this horse-drawn carriage has nothing to do with comfort.
But for Cesare, this space isolated from the outside world allowed him to calm down quickly, and there was nothing to prepare before arriving at his destination.
After calming down, Cesare was a little tired. His eyes, which had been busy all day, began to close involuntarily, and he felt that his eyelids were trembling.
It shouldn't matter if you get a little sleep, Cesare comforted himself. It was all his fault that the alcoholic priest Istvan had poured some bad wine into his mouth for no apparent reason. As a result, his head was still a little dizzy. He fell into a very uncomfortable sleep in his little dark room.
Inadvertently, Cesare recalled his childhood experience in Hunyadi, but after thinking about it, he only remembered the castle where he grew up. It seemed that he had rarely seen the outside world.
It seems that he feels very unfamiliar with the place where he grew up, so much so that when he needs to return to Hunyadi, Cesare has some doubts about whether he can really solve the antidote on his own...
Sure enough, we still need to return to the castle, and it would be safest to ask the earl.
As he was thinking about it, Cesare's consciousness began to blur. He leaned against the baffle of the carriage and barely struggled with his eyes twice. Finally, he slowly fell asleep amidst the sound of horse hooves. His energy had reached its limit.
"Who is he! He doesn't want his life!"
After barely sleeping for a while, Cesare was awakened by the coachman's exclamation. The horse pulling the carriage also neighed harshly under the tight reins. The carriage was forced to stop halfway by something.
The monster is coming again? This terrible thought flashed through Cesare's mind. He had knocked off the arm of the thing in the morning, and now it was back with revenge...
Cesare pushed open the car door, leaned out half of his body and squinted his eyes to look carefully at the front of the road. He knew that the monster was very flexible and could hide anywhere. However, the guy who blocked the carriage didn't seem to be difficult to find. The man was standing in the middle of the dirt road. In the darkness, the kerosene lamp on the girl was dazzlingly bright.
The girl's slender figure is revealed under the light, her bright red hair is tied into a ponytail shape behind her head, she is dressed in a black and red mixed outfit, her joints are wrapped in leather designs, and she carries a silver sword at her waist.
The light of the oil lamp illuminated the rose pattern on the scabbard. She looked like a seasoned explorer, but also like a madman who dared to block in front of a carriage traveling at full speed.
She slowly raised her head amidst the constant roar of the coachman, her delicate face showed confidence, determination, and resolute eyes, and her bright smile showed no intention of apologizing at all.
The moment he saw Anya, Cesare's facial features almost wrinkled together. The corners of Cesare's twitching mouth formed a certain contrast with the corners of Anya's raised mouth. Looking at the heroic lunatic blocking the road, Cesare could never imagine why she was here?
I really don’t know which is worse, meeting this madman or meeting a monster?
Anya first waved her arms to both sides in front of the stunned Cesare, performing a ladylike manner, and then shouted to the coachman in front of her without any scruples.
"Sir, please take me to Hunyadi to get it."
