As Peris Edin rushed into the thick fog, he felt that the light of the night light seemed to shrink. He subconsciously turned his head and glanced behind him, wanting to confirm whether there was something wrong with the knights' magic.
As a result, the heavy rain suddenly hit his face, and Perez saw nothing. He turned around quickly, annoyed at his own stupidity. "Team 3!" With his back to the rain, he felt that the sound was only carried forward. "Havlin, Orebe!" These are the two cruising knights closest to him.
Orebe didn't respond. He always had poor hearing. Havering's voice responded immediately: "What's the matter, captain?" He even whipped his mount and kept pace with Peris. A large splash of water splashed up, and the dust hit Peris's cloak and turned into mud.
"Get away from me!" he yelled hastily. "Give me your light."
The knight was a little unhappy. "The fog is very thick around here, Captain." At this time, the team had just passed through a dead alley. Even with the heavy rain pouring down at this moment, the thick fog gushes out like steam on the surface of boiling water in winter and gathers together.
This guy thinks a lot. "Stop talking nonsense." The galloping mount was unstoppable. Peris stretched out his arm and took away his lantern. Havering honestly did not raise any objection to the order of the city lord's son. Peris controlled the reins while observing the magic lamp, but found nothing unusual in its light. Well, it was probably raining too much, and I happened to be dazzled. "Go away and go back to your position." He handed his long night light to his subordinate.
It's no surprise that the streets in the urban area are deserted. Since the red wall blockade, those who dare to walk on the streets are either groups of mercenaries or refugees with nowhere to hide. Or simply rebels - although these people fight against oppression, they may not necessarily uphold justice for civilians. Both men and women avoid them. The market is closed and will be reopened before anyone dies of starvation. The depression of the city at this moment was a situation satisfactory to both warring parties. Peris often went outside the wall to collect taxes, but there were only a handful of opportunities to encounter such cold reception. As he approached his destination, he let his mount break into a trot and looked at the neat blue roofs in the rain and mist with interest.
The street lights didn't work at all and the power supply had long been cut off. San Carlos still retains some customs on the ground, and the alchemy items from Sky Island have not become popular here. Perez noticed that the base of the light pole was also blue. Soon the fog will clear, and I must clear out the trash before then.
When he first became a knight, his father Anhal Edin asked Perez to become a constable, but he refused. He didn't like the way the Tower Affairs Department worked, but was more willing to get together with the locals. Later, he became the captain of the traveling knights and was allowed to wear the symbol of the demon hunter - this was the last thing his father wanted to see, and he himself did not expect to be recognized by the priest. To be honest, when Havering bluntly said that Peris's qualifications were obtained only after the city lord had smoothed the relationship, he didn't believe a word of it.
"This is a good job," said my father. "You have more power than other squad captains. And I don't think you can climb to the level of a legion commander. You might as well stay in the position you cherish. Anyway, it's okay. It’s impossible to encounter any real devil.”
A true devil. He was referring to those who were members of the association. If we were to confirm the news that it was a secret society, there would probably be no Peris Edin in the hunter team. Who could have imagined that I would be here today?
There seemed to be no obvious traces left at the location where the explosion occurred, so Peris waved his hand and ordered the knights to work in pairs to search residential buildings. He had never been so far into a civilian area before, let alone in such bad weather. The long night light is not designed to light up in the dark, it will only light up in the fog. Peris observed it for a while and thought it was because the fog was not so thick on rainy days. Why do I have to keep looking for excuses? The knight captain knew in his heart that maybe it was because the previous reason failed to convince him.
The ground in the civilian area is also different from that inside the red wall. The black sand absorbs rain and sound, almost making people feel quiet in the torrential rain. Perez took shelter from the rain under a large piece of tarpaulin on horseback, surrounded by a glow of magic. He was fully armed and had a sword in its scabbard, but he still felt horrified. He didn't understand what he was afraid of.
Soon the team regrouped, and the knights flew back from all directions like birds returning to their nest. Perez absently counted people, sifting through their reports for useful information. The target of the demon hunters is of course demons, but these guys hide very deep, and the patrolling knights are not as good as the church's crusaders. "Deaf" Orebe said that he saw a black shadow in the fog, maybe it was a puppet of the rebels. His teammate "Oats" Tello had a pockmarked face and would contradict anyone who spoke, and now he does the same. "It was just a dog," he told everyone.
"Can dogs run on two legs?" Orebe was no longer deaf at this time.
"Maybe it only has two legs. You know, poor people are so hungry that they eat anything." Orebe was not a descendant of a noble family, and the whole team of knights knew this. Peris didn't want people to comment on the patrol leader's lack of grace behind his back, but Orebe's armor seemed to have never been cleaned and maintained, and even "Oats" was not willing to go with him.
"Let the rebel hounds escape." Peris was too lazy to listen to their argument. "We are only looking for demons. Who is the next group? Nathan?" This child has just grown up, and Peris does not expect him to make any new discoveries.
"Nathan's group hasn't come back yet," someone said.
"He's lost." "Oats" commented, "Orebe should be paired with him. Havering always doesn't know the way."
Orebe didn't hear his sarcasm. "They went east."
Havering is paired with Nathan. The team had just come from the east, and the fog was dispersed by the lights on the mounts. Peris didn't remember that he asked the knights to send people to investigate even the whereabouts. Why are these two people walking back?
He held the long night lamp in his hand tightly - it was only the size of a palm, not a lantern. The top was hung by a string of strong chains on the buckle of the arm armor. The grease of the mysterious creature slowly burned in the glass, blooming with brilliant flames. "Are all your night lights on?" His voice was so serious and solemn.
"It can still shine for a long time, captain." "Oats" was the first to answer.
Orebe's lights were a little dim, but it would be fine for a few more hours. Everyone else's lanterns were on, and even the dimmest ones would not be extinguished until an hour later. The knights didn't quite understand what the captain meant. "Shall we wait here for Nathan and Havering, Captain? Or shall we go find them?"
Perez wanted to turn around and go back behind the red wall. He was surprised by his incredible idea. Could it be that I fear this fog rather than the rebels and demons hiding in it? The tower messenger has arrived, the legendary Skylord, who is both the foreign minister and Chloe's demon hunter. The rebels and demonic associations in San Carlos combined are not enough for him to deal with with one hand. Knight squad leader Peris didn't know what he had to worry about.
"They may have gained something." So he announced to his subordinates, "Wait here, the devil will not come to the door by itself. Let's go find them. Do you need to ask?"
He was going back anyway, which was exactly what he wanted. Peris rushed out of the shelter of the eaves and was immediately hit by the rain. His knights were all in disarray, and their lights flickered on and off. He became even more uneasy. Horse hooves trampled on the black gravel path, and the blue roofs that rose and fell passed by. He didn't know if there was someone inside peeking out through the window, so he didn't dare to take a closer look.
The knights never came back.
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The Knight of the Cross crossed his spear to stop the visitor from entering the confessional. "Do not disturb the baptism," he warned. Even the city lord cannot blaspheme the gods.
"My son is missing." Anhar tried his best to speak clearly. "Where is our envoy? What is going on?" His anger swelled in his chest. "Agatha Poirot! Where do you think you can hide?"
"I didn't hide." The detective lady's voice passed through the thin door panel. She felt a little uncomfortable when she got off the carriage, so she asked the priest to provide her with some high-purity holy water. Her request being fulfilled, she lay down by the fire, avoiding the baptismal font. It wasn't until Anhar came to the door in a panic and yelled that Agatha quickly got into the confession room. At this moment, the only perfunctory attitude in her voice sounded sincere. "I'm injured, Lord City Lord. I'm still in your mansion. The patrol knights can't even deal with the rebels hiding in the fog. No wonder they let the assassins sneak into the red wall."
"You know what those are!"
"Devils. They always seize every opportunity to stir up chaos. Is it possible that your fire at the stake can't burn a few unknown people to death?"
"If the church's magic doesn't work, you won't seek asylum here. Miss Agatha, I hope you can contact the White Envoy."
Then ask the patrol envoys from the high tower to give up their mission of counterinsurgency and search for your missing son throughout the city? Agatha couldn't figure out the thinking circuit of the Lord of San Carlos. "Don't worry, the messenger will definitely destroy the rebels and the demons of the association, and your family will be safe. Just like before, when the long night light disperses the fog in the city, the rats hiding in the fog will have nowhere to go. It is enough for you to wait for the celebration at the table as usual, Mr. Anhal." She made up her mind not to show up until the messenger returned.
"You damn bitch!" These words made the other party furious. Agatha was not afraid. If he dared to break into the confession room, he would not scream outside the door.
After Anhal left helplessly, the detective lady opened the wooden board of the confession room. The Cross Knight guarding the gate saluted her. Her ties to the church were established from previous cases, and the clergy expected her to remain silent about Dunbar Fielding's crimes. There are two different things between some clerics selling young children and clergy protecting the church's reputation. She has no reason to reject the church's goodwill.
Agatha was happy to pay the detective a fair reward for solving the case.
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