"Why are you telling me this? I said we are just classmates. Although I feel sorry for your cat, I actually don't care that much about it."
Cesare said coldly, thinking that his obvious attitude would make the other party understand that he was just asking for trouble.
"I'm sorry...someone would always criticize me in the past, saying that I speak in a vague way and make others nervous easily. Look, I almost forgot the point of what I wanted to say." The leader of the group, Claudius, narrowed his eyes. A crack, staring at Cesare as if he was laughing.
"Actually, I just want to ask, did you two... enter my car last night?"
Claudius's question made Cesare couldn't help being surprised. Cold sweat broke out secretly behind his back, but he tried his best to suppress any changes in his expression.
"No, I think you must be overly worried, sir." After saying that, Cesare and the leader Claudius looked at each other.
In order to prevent the lie from being exposed, he tried his best not to let his eyes drift away, but the other party's eyes were staring at him like a raptor, and his eyes were as sharp as a knife, as if he had dug out the flesh of Cesare's body and dug out his heart. Abdomen, any secrets will have no place to escape in those golden eyes.
Time passed minute by minute, Claudius made no sound or made any movement, just stared at Cesare. Time seemed to condense into heavy shackles at this moment, locking Cesare's breathing throat. It wasn't until Cesare couldn't bear the pressure and swallowed that the leader Claudius's eyes softened instantly.
"It's nothing. I'm just worried that Polonius' guy is always mentally ill. It would be bad if he suddenly bites you."
Polonius is the name of the stickman hidden behind the portrait. Thinking of the body without limbs in a sack, it is difficult for anyone to keep an expressionless face.
But once he showed a suspicious look, the leader in front of him would know whether Cesare had ever entered the carriage. Cesare thought about this and knew that this was another temptation, so he thought about it in an instant, adjusted his mentality, and showed a confused expression as naturally as possible.
"I don't know what you're talking about. Can we continue on our way now?"
"Ah..." Captain Claudius looked up at the sky. The sun slowly rose from the woods in the east, and the weak light now gradually became brighter. "The rest time passes so quickly. It's really time for us to set off. Call your friends to get in the car with you, young master."
Finally ending this suffocating conversation, Cesare stopped dawdling, packed up his things, and boarded the roof of the first carriage again with Anya. Although several child laborers died yesterday, the carriage behind them There is some space on the car's floor, but compared to being squeezed together with people, the space on the roof is more spacious and cooler.
Before setting off, the group leader also distributed today's breakfast to each member, including dried meat, dried fish, and dried fruits. Although these are foods that are easy to store, they are a thousand times more delicious than the black bread in Anya's bag.
Since he saw human specimens with his own eyes last night, Cesare still had lingering fears about dried meat, so he only ate some dried fish to fill his stomach. The pickled fish had a unique salty aroma, and at the same time there was a strong taste in the mouth. The feeling of thirst came over me, as if my whole throat was crying out for the moisture of water.
The leader of the group, Claudius, seemed to have thought of this, so he handed over a kettle made of otter skin. After everyone was taken care of, Claudius sat down firmly.
They picked up the reins and made the first carriage they were in move, followed by the wagon driven by the dwarf, and the remaining two-carriage convoy headed westward along the road again.
Recalling the forest map they had seen last night, their current location was getting closer and closer to Hunyadi's family castle. In front of them was the Fog Village, and beyond the Fog Village was the field where Cesare and Anya should get off the car. , the family castle is just beyond the fields.
The last journey was particularly quiet compared to the previous one. There was no infestation by strange creatures or robbers chasing and blocking them. It must be that they were getting closer and closer to the count's location, and these things that could not survive on the surface were all gone.
The sun slowly rose to the top of the sky. It was supposed to be bright and sunny, but instead of dissipating, the fog that filled the forest continued to gather.
"Follow me closely! Slow down, be careful of fog!" Captain Claudius shouted to the carriage behind him.
The convoy is getting closer and closer to the fog village, and a quiet atmosphere envelopes the entire environment. The trees have dense branches and leaves, and the mud paths are winding. The nearby trees seem to be wearing a layer of gauze, and the fog rises from the surface. At the highest point, the heads of everyone were submerged and eventually the entire convoy was swallowed up.
As time went by, the fog became thicker and thicker, and the outlines of the trees gradually blurred, leaving only a hazy scene. The breeze and the chirping of birds confirmed that they still existed in the world of the living, but the water drops in the fog flickered again. With the faint light, everything seems so unreal, like in a dream.
It was a strange thing that the midday sun couldn't penetrate the fog. It was so gloomy everywhere that not only could nothing be seen clearly, but it was also extremely cold, but Cesare's body felt warm at this moment.
Perhaps they had completely let down their guard against each other. Cesare couldn't tell when he started to overlap with Anya's hands. When Cesare realized it, Anya's body was already close to each other, naturally. leaning on his shoulders.
The relationship between the two became intimate unknowingly, like two down-and-out little wild cats relying on each other, feeling the warmth of each other's bodies and the warmth of this moment.
With more and more experiences together, Cesare is no longer as disgusted with Anya's inexplicable behavior as before. Perhaps Claudius, the leader of this circus, is right. In today's world, he can always maintain Baffling is also a rare quality.
What's more, Anya is not always crazy. Although it is rare, when she is quiet, she is as graceful, delicate and cute as a sweet princess.
You can see the count getting the herbal medicine soon. After all these bad things are over, you can let Crocia get to know Anya. I just don’t know if Crocia can accept Anya’s character. And Sang Dino, maybe he and Anya will get along well... Sandino?
Cesare secretly hissed. He suddenly realized that he was only focusing on his sister's injury, and seemed to have forgotten some other important things.
. It seems that Sandino has not been seen since the attack on Caerliu, but as the saying goes, stupid people are lucky, and nothing will happen to that person if he is lucky, I hope so...
When the fog stopped showing any change, and although the sun could not be seen, the fence wall in the distance could be vaguely seen. The mud on the road finally came to an end, and the wheels pressed onto the stronger and flatter stone road.
The heavy fog made it difficult for everyone to distinguish the dividing line between the town and the forest. It was not until the outlines of the trees on both sides disappeared one by one and man-made houses and buildings appeared in the field of vision that Cesare was sure that they had entered the fog village. Here It's the last place before reaching the family castle.
Because the entire town was immersed in haze, it was impossible to see the specific scale and the location of the landmarks. Only a bell tower-like building farther away was wrapped in fog and blurred, like a silent giant standing here. Monitor the movements of these outsiders.
The convoy cautiously advanced along the avenue. Although the place was not deserted, the figures of passers-by were looming hidden in the fog. Only fragmentary footsteps and murmurs continued to be heard. The fog was filled with ghosts and ghosts, and the town The residents above seemed like a group of ghosts running for their livelihood.
It was obviously noon, but oil lamps were needed to illuminate both sides of the road in this damn place.
An old man was busy changing the wick of an oil lamp. He stood very close to the carriage, and his linen clothes were as tattered as tatters.
Hearing the carriage pass by, he turned his head and smiled at Cesare. Hidden under the dirty mud was a face that seemed to have been rotted for a long time or even cracked. He waved his hand and waved with only a layer of old skin left. The arm holding the bone stick greeted the incoming motorcade.
I thought this was just an example, but after careful observation, the appearance of every passerby in the town was pretty much the same. People had shrunken bellies and sallow faces, and the children playing were short and thin due to malnutrition. They didn't look that big. Several abused child laborers are strong.
Children ran happily past the motorcade, singing strange nursery rhymes.
"Mary, Mary,
So willful,
Ask you if you have climbed all over the garden,
The silver bells move with the wind, and the shells ring softly,
Lovely old friends lined up..."
Singing, the children disappeared into the fog, leaving only waves of laughter echoing. Although he had only been in this place for less than an hour, Cesare had already felt discomfort all over his body. It was no wonder that this place was named Fog Village. It really lived up to its name, and it was no exaggeration.
When the convoy drove to a relatively spacious square, the leader Claudius pulled the reins and slowly stopped the carriage, shouting "stop" to prevent the trucks behind from being uncleared in the fog from hitting them directly.
He slowly stepped down from the driver's seat, straightened his collar and looked around. Cesare and Anya sat on the edge of the roof of the car to watch what he was going to do.
The population of the town should not be large, and there are very few people passing by. However, everyone who passes by here seems to be very curious about this foreign convoy, and they will subconsciously stop and observe it for a few times before leaving.
Claudius, the leader of the group, picked and picked from these onlookers, and finally selected an elderly man wearing linen clothes. He cleared his throat, walked over quickly and asked.
"Old sir, please stay. If we rush west through the forest... which way do you think we should go to be closer?"
"I think?" The old man who was being questioned also looked lifeless. Not only was his body dirty, but his mouth was filled with the smell of rot. He hadn't taken a bath in an unknown amount of time. And his expression was fierce.
He stared at the leader Claudius looking up and down for a while and then looked at the colorful flags flying on the two carriages parked next to him.
"The theater troupe... it's rare enough. If you want to know how to get out of the forest, you'd better ask someone else. I've never even been out of a town in my life, so how can I possibly know this." The old man turned around and was about to leave, but seemed to have thought of something else. He added another mouthful.
"But I would like to remind you that if you want to leave, it is safer to wait until the fog clears. Otherwise, let alone heading west, as long as you leave this town, you will not even be able to find a way back."
