The mark appears and disappears. He tracked it all the way to a store in the suburbs. The place is dark and deserted, the signboard is dusty, and I don’t know what it is selling. In a corner of the shop, the alchemist found the mark, and then used the magic potion to get into the cellar.
There must be someone in the shop, but there was no sign of anyone in the cellar. Even mice were rare. There were only broken flowers and fallen leaves and waterlogged clay pots in the darkness. If it weren't for the frost moon, this place would have become a paradise for fungi. Through the cold bricks and stones, Bonin heard the sound of insects crawling through the damp gaps, which was extremely vivid because of the silence.
…and nothing else.
One would think that the clues would end here, but Brenanin is, after all, the unknown member of the Order. In the midst of nothingness, he felt strange emotions.
Someone has left a message here, in a way that is unique to a fellow human being. Brenanin smiled silently. He is familiar with this technique and can even distinguish small personal traits. The person who left the message may also be a friend that I once knew. He couldn't help but think of the raid launched by the coalition forces - the Dew River - the raid - the Little Night Valley Self-Rescue Association! This is the message of the Little Night Vale members, and everyone in Washmouth knows it. This is the message left by the brothers.
"I'm here." He said softly, "Who is there? Eligo? Sadbo? I saw your mark."
"Elig is dead." Sad emotions came from the void. "I'm Sadbo."
"By the gods." Brenanin hoped it would be Eligo. This person is the leader of the Xiaoye Valley Self-Rescue Association and is familiar with him. But Sadbo is also good.
Sadebo is Eligo's cousin, known as the "Ground Breaker" and the leader of the self-help society. He has a keen eye for discerning people, and is able to discover his compatriots who are extraordinarily gifted. He personally introduced half of the members of the association to the association. In the end, a few geniuses stayed in Little Night Vale, and most of the unspecialized people went to Washmouth and were accepted by the Liberation Army. Everyone was happy.
The alchemist still remembers an enchanter who was invited by the Restoration Legion, but ultimately chose to stay in the Little Night Valley Self-Rescue Association. His name is Geerdi? Or Swann? The guy was arrogant and proud, but in fact he just took Sadepo's compliment seriously. Bonin put aside the memories. "I want to see you." He eagerly wanted to know the situation of Xiaoye Valley Self-Rescue Association. "After the Battle of Lushui River, Elig took you to evacuate to Danlao, and he lost contact with you."
"I don't know." Sadbo responded, "I didn't join them, I..." He was silent for a moment. "We'll talk when we meet."
"Where are you?"
"next door."
Brenanin hadn't expected them to be so close. This is impossible. Even if he doesn't use his talent, the Nameless One can't hide in front of his compatriots. Am I too slow, or has Sadbo found a new way to hide? The current way to avoid fire detection is the "contract" from Byrne, and the people of Washimuth cannot replicate it.
But for the theosophy of local churches and the astrology of detection stations, secret societies have many ways to hide themselves. Most of these are occult items, including Brenanin's alchemical potion "Universal Sephiroth" and the Washimuthian "Hermit" ritual. Although the former comes from the fire talent of the unknown person, it is a mysterious creation, not the mystery itself, so the effect is similar to a ritual. Members of the Little Night Valley Self-Rescue Association are under the protection of the Restoration Legion and will also rely on hermit rituals to hide.
On the battlefield, "hermit" means nothing. Xiao Ye Gu's self-rescue association was completely broken up by the demon hunters and eventually lost its trace. Brenanin sent people to search, but the Restoration Army itself suffered heavy casualties and was powerless. He didn't dare to listen to the bad news and expected people to hide in the corners of the world. Although you are isolated from the world, you can still live a stable life... "Only you?" he asked, "Where are the others?"
"No, there are many people." With the response, the corner of the cellar moved slowly, and a narrow entrance was born on the muddy water and rubble, full of secrets, full of vigilance, and full of unknown risks.
Such is the life of the Unknowns and Secret Societies. Brenanin stepped forward without hesitation.
…
The damp and empty room was now getting cold. The innkeeper cursed the Frost Moon as he used a shovel to remove the frost from the counter. In Eastman, the Harvest Moon seems to only stay for a brief moment before setting off again, leaving people with only the cold winter.
He's right, Xin thought, and the cold winter leaves us with more than just coldness. The notice in the town... "Excuse me, did this person go downstairs?" The mercenary described Bonin's clothing carefully. Thanks to the Western Party, Bonin completely covered his face.
"Just came down? No, the only person I saw was you." the shop owner replied.
There is no doubt that the alchemist's ability to escape is top-notch. Xin is already prepared for this, and I only hope that he can put this skill into full play next. The Nameless One won't die that easily, right?
"Is anyone coming upstairs?"
The shopkeeper ignored him. "I can't tell you that."
The mercenary thought he had discovered his intention and began to pick his pockets. However, the other party only gave him a cold glance: "My son-in-law is the captain of the militia here. Boy, keep your coins for yourself."
Xin raised his head: "What if I am willing to pay Abi gold coins?"
"Really? Can you afford it? But, we can't spend such a large denomination here." The shop owner smiled, "Do you want me to give you change?"
"Unfortunately, I can't afford it either." The mercenary took his hand out of his pocket and no longer thought about paying the bill. "It's okay to add some firewood to the room, right?"
The other party narrowed his eyes. "Okay. Do you want bath water?"
"No. I want to cook a pot of porridge."
At this time, the shop owner stopped. He let go, dropped the shovel on the counter, and leaned forward to look at the mercenary. "Do you think you can get away with me because you answered all the questions correctly?" At this time, his other hand finally came up from the stage - a loaded crossbow pointed at the guest, not far from Xin's face. One foot.
In the candlelight, the iron arrow flashed black light. The mercenary could feel its sharpness and smell the faint smell of the poison. "I recognize this crossbow," he told the other person.
The shopkeeper smiled at him. "I know you dodged Fite's arrow, but it's not the crossbow's problem." His fingers traced the string. "That kid is a novice. He can't even hit a beetle... I've never seen anyone able to dodge the crossbow bolts in front of him."
Hell, how many people has Spike sold his magical creations to? "The people who died in the restaurant were not nameless people."
"Fite. That's his name. He had a chance, you killed him."
Xin sighed. "I can kill you too, man. Sometimes I'll prove it before I say anything, but your approval doesn't matter to me."
"Oh, come on. I'm going to shoot you in the right eye."
This was not a threat. The mercenary tilted his head sharply, the bowstring buzzed in front of him, and the short arrow flew past his ear. He picked up the shovel at the same time and hit the crossbow in the shopkeeper's hand. This series of movements was actually faster than a flying arrow. As the poison was harmlessly injected into the texture of the wooden door, the machine that fired it was shattered into pieces, with wreckage scattered everywhere.
The store owner stared at him: "This is impossible!"
The mercenary waved his hand and threw away the shovel. "We'll talk about this later. I've got your code."
"What exactly are you...?"
"A stranger who could have directly threatened your life but took the time to prove it to you. That's for you to judge. Look, I'm not willing to dig this place all over. Where's the passage?"
"I'm not Fit, boy, I'd rather die -"
"I know." The well under the bed. The mercenary grabbed the store owner's head and slammed it against the counter. After the loud noise, the person's face adhered to the countertop and became a part of the inlay. He's still alive, and it's clearly not due to luck.
In the store's room, Xin found a secret passage sealed with a stone slab. There must be an architectural genius among the gang members. he thought.
…
He had forgotten the signboard next to the shop, he only knew it was a hotel, and the accommodation conditions were completely different from where Xin had chosen to stay. The wooden building has been weathered and has traces of patches everywhere, but it still shows its presence.
However, compared to the underground, the buildings above ground are like weeds.
Brenanin came to a square hall, where the top and bottom of his head were made of earth and stone, forming a seamless whole. The standing walls are tall and solid, not only preserving traces of people's lives, but also neatly distributing roads leading to different directions. Torches and candles illuminated the surroundings. He reached out to hold the wall, finding the craftsmanship in its construction difficult to discern. It is not an exaggeration to call this place an underground palace.
Judging from experience, the architectural level of secret societies cannot be several generations behind the outside world. This is most likely the "result" obtained by the unknown person's talent.
"This is our new home." A man walked out of a passage and emerged from the shadow of the torch.
The man was tall, thin and pale, with a pink scar at the corner of his mouth. There is nothing to say about this. What is worth mentioning is his face: his eyebrows are asymmetrical, his nose is uncoordinated, and his eyes are moist and red, always blinking. The underground space is not low, but he is as stooped as an old man. He used a crutch with his right hand, and his movements were very skillful. Under the candlelight, his face was like wrinkled linen, with more ravines than the hair on the top of his head.
He had burns on his face and hands, with scars extending into his collar. Brenanin's eyes then moved down, and finally fell on the torch next to him.
"God." Bonin recognized this face, "Are you Sadbo? You look like..."
"...It's bad? Oh, it's been a long time, and no one says that anymore."
The former "Ground Breaker" looks like the "Ground Breaker". But if you think about it from another perspective, he may be more worthy of his name. When seeing Boning, the emotions conveyed by this person's fire began to rise and fall.
The Alchemist doesn't fare any better. "You are like his shed skin," Brenanin said bluntly. "what happened?"
"It's what should have happened in theory. Okay, don't mention this again, I've had enough memories." Sadepo turned around, "Besides me, there are people who want to see you."
Brenanin had to slow down to stay with his old friend. "Who else is here? Fu Di? Maluco?"
"Just me, brother." "Groundbreaker" Sadbo burped. "Sorry, all the specialties of Sweet Pea Town are beans." He frowned, "I don't know about Maluco. He left early and went to Bres. Fudi's sister was with him. As for the kid himself... I saw with my own eyes the priest of the Council of Light killed him.”
Brenanin remembers the kid. "Fu Di is only fourteen years old."
"The forty-four-year-old is also dead. The father of the siblings - not our compatriots - rushed towards Priest Lucia with sticks, who set them on fire together. I stood beside him and could only throw myself Enter the river. I could only... I choked... Under the water, I saw golden flames spurting out of his mouth, and his whole body was as bright as the sun." The burns on Sadepo's face twitched. "For the sake of the gods, Bonin, I never thought that the sun could be everywhere. There should be only one big fireball in the world, hanging in the sky forever."
The alchemist clenched his fists. "I will avenge them." He promised.
"You can't do it. I happen to know the person who killed Fu Di and his son. People call him Your Excellency. He is the paladin captain selected by the goddess' representative. There are many people - you and my compatriots - kneeling down to him Surrender. I have long said that Lucia is not the belief that people in the association should have, but these fools refuse to abandon her."
Many people had a belief in order before they became nameless, or had relatives or friends who became nameless. Lucia, Heather, and Gaia are the mainstream. A few people also pray to the god of dawn "Elvins" and the god of war "Noctura". Bonin rarely encounters them. One-third of the compatriots from the Oath Keepers Alliance favor "Surte", the god of wisdom and fire. These people often convert after joining the association, otherwise they are likely to become extremely determined guides and spread their faith. The flames poured down on the hunter.
Brenanin sometimes lights candles for Gaia and sometimes prays to Otto for luck. After all, since the Nameless Ones can be born in a world protected by the gods, it proves that they have no prejudice against spontaneous fire. Hunters and Fulcrums of Order use the banner of gods to find excuses for their atrocities. Don’t the worshipers also claim that we are a people favored by God? The gods are not on the hunter's side.
But Lucia is an exception. The structure of the Holy Council of Radiance is different from other fulcrums of order. The agent claims that he can obtain the will of the goddess from a distant world. This statement was refuted by the Fulcrum of the same order, but they firmly believed it and slowly infected the mortals.
Brenanin had never seen a paladin captain, or even a paladin in his life. When Washimath was occupied by Burles, the Lord of Sky Realm sent by the Glorious Council to suppress the battle was Archbishop Jessera Putrid. His grandfather told him that this war in the mortal kingdom would not alarm the suzerain, because Washimath was not a vassal state of a certain fulcrum, but a neutral state.
One day, the Seven Pillars will become a vassal state of the secret society. Brenanin regained his confidence slightly as he recalled the two failed demon hunts. But he was not sure whether it was the Washimuth Restoration Army or the "Starless Night", the real leader of the Nameless Ones, who finally counterattacked the order... Oh, now the Misty Star Society has changed its name to the Byrne Empire. empire. Even the Restoration Legion only wants the former kingdom. When Brenanin was born, the court did not belong to him, and now that the court and the musicians belonged to no one, his grandfather wanted him to wear the crown.
If one day, Brenanin said to himself, if one day the Byrne Empire could conquer the world, he would be willing to devote his loyalty to the emperor who liberated all the Nameless Ones. Even if my grandfather objects, I will do it. He sincerely thanked the other party for taking off his burden.
But now, Bonin hopes to add one more thing: let him kill the paladin captain of the Glorious Council with his own hands. Brenanin is not familiar with Fudi and his father, but the "Small Night Valley Self-Rescue Association" will not be scattered on the battlefield. The leader Eligg is likely to die from the magic of the paladin leader. This person is a good friend of Bonin. Now the self-rescue association he established has been completely wiped out. Only Sadepo fell into the water and escaped.
"The gods bless you," Brenanin sighed.
"That's wrong, the one who saved me was the Water Fairy, our compatriots. Hey, I didn't know they were compatriots before." The Earthbreaker shook his head, "The current took me to the fleet, and the Law Wizard set off a huge wave... The Water Fairy But he pulled me to the bottom of the water, I passed out, and when I woke up, I was lying on a river beach."
At that time, the lower reaches of the Lushui River were not the territory of order. After the demon hunt began, the secret society advanced and retreated together, and Brenanin naturally understood part of the strategy. He knew very well that before the Restoration Army landed in the Mint Land, the Glimmer Lord of Byrne arrived in advance and led the night watchmen to clean up the area outside the city, without letting the Silent School notice during the process.
This is necessary. After the war, many people went down the river and were rescued by the garrison team. There was a church struggle in the area from Mintland to Danlaw not long ago, and wizards were unwilling to patrol there.
"The locals saved me," Brenanin was not surprised when Sadebo told him. "A boy, about the same age as Fu Di. I looked a little smaller... I thought I just needed to rest for a while, but he dragged me away from the river beach and let me know that I was not unscathed." He touched himself. s face.
Brenanin sincerely hopes that Eligo and other members of the Little Night Vale Self-Rescue Society will also receive help. It's possible that they just got separated and settled down in different places without having to travel all the way to the Liberation Army for help.
"I'm not too keen on faith," Sadepo said, "but if I had to choose, I'd rather choose cold and darkness. And water. By the way, do you know Berti?"
"Broken Moon." This is a unique belief of the Eastman people. There are very few followers, and most of them are concentrated in the southernmost Ice Territory... Bonin suddenly remembered that the starting point of the Byrne Empire was in the Ice Territory.
"The moon looks good to me. And He is in charge of luck, right? Everyone lacks luck. Berti and Otto..."
The trail is very long, I don’t know how long I walked. Brenanin was unknowingly affected by the peaceful moods that continued to flow from Sadepo's fire. By the time he realized this, the entrance behind him had disappeared into the darkness.
The unfamiliar underground, the unknown road ahead, even though his compatriots were by his side, he still felt a little uneasy. "Everyone is not here...who is waiting to see me?"
"He is the leader of the new family I have joined."
Boning frowned: "New family?"
"House of Frost and Dew. A small society."
An unimpressive name. "How far do we have to go?"
"Actually, it only takes a moment...but I want to talk to you more, Bonin. Since you are anxious, let's go there now." Sadepo raised his crutch horizontally and pointed forward.
Brenanin's fire sensed a strange mysterious arrival. He saw a string of runes spit out from the tip of the staff, slender and elegant, describing time and space, interpreting the purpose and starting point, outlining a long ladder spanning a long distance and a numerical moment that served as a coordinate key. "Is this a ladder?" Boning asked him.
"A small legacy, from Jevan Steele. He was my family, my bloodless brother."
The difficulty of the magic ladder is extremely high, and it can be called the final level to test mysterious knowledge. Even at the Fulcrum of Order, there are only a handful of people who can build a ladder. Although the talent of the Nameless One is irrational, he can build rectangular ladders... Brenanin hesitated, he didn't know where Sadbo would take him. If he leaves for too long, Xin will soon notice that he is missing and start looking around.
His efforts will undoubtedly be in vain. But it's not like Boning won't go back. When the two of them meet, it will inevitably make the other party suspicious.
"This cane was left to me by Steele, originally for ridicule. Likewise, he also made a cane for Fu Di."
Presumably it was destroyed along with its owner during the war. Brenanin knew that even with the help of mysterious items, the fourteen-year-old boy with no name could not be a match for the paladin leader. These members of the Self-Rescue Society are helpers of the Restoration Legion, and "Small Night Valley" is a mysterious place in the Kingdom of Washimouth. However, during the demon hunting campaign, Brenanin allowed the Byrnes to drive everyone to the battlefield and died in the gunfire.
They are my people, he thought. Without the sacrifices of our compatriots, Washmouth would have vanished long ago. I failed them, I owe them. "Come on, show me your new home."
"Don't worry." Sadepo comforted, "The ladder is very stable. It only takes a moment...here, just hold on to it." He pointed the end of the spitting rune at Bonin.
The magic text penetrated the palm. Although it was not felt, it looked very strange. Brenanin confirmed that the arrangement of these words came from some kind of alchemical formula... Neither the Little Night Vale Self-Help Society nor Steele himself could have learned it.
Knowledge is different from swords, people cannot teach themselves. I don’t know what happened to the magic given to Jevan Steele by the nameless one’s fire. Anyway, the enchanters of the association can create mysterious items according to their wishes, and the procedure has nothing to do with alchemy. The nameless boy found by the mercenary also has similar abilities and can create things out of thin air. Small nails. It seems that the child is also an enchanter and has not joined any association.
Bring him back to the Legion of Liberation and the armament officials will be happy. Bonin thought. That's what I'll do when I get the Bible from Uriel.
…
"Stand there and don't move!" The tunnel spread the echo far away. "Who are you?"
"The owner came from afar." The mercenary swung his lantern to illuminate the road ahead and behind him. "Have you seen my luggage? He's wearing a cloak."
Obviously, the other party didn't listen to the explanation at all. "Get him!" A woman's voice said, "My daughter is missing." Her cry was very penetrating. In the narrow passage, the mercenary and her companions were shocked to the point where their eardrums hurt.
"Shut up, Puneeth!"
"Shamir, where are you?"
"Stop bumping!"
It was as if swarms of bees were awakened by this cry, and the world underground fell into a small chaos. Judging from the noise coming from everywhere, I'm afraid there are more people living inside than there are tourists on the ground, and the underground space is larger than that of an inn.
Also, the people who live here are more aggressive than the Cougainvillea travelers. Someone was cursing and approaching from behind, not as fast as a mortal. Xin quickened his pace and placed the lantern on the masonry path.
But when people arrived, there was no one around the lantern. "Did a stranger come over, or was someone joking?" one person asked.
"It must be the nightingale!" said the woman. She softened her voice slightly, but her tone remained firm.
"Your daughter fell into the frame under the clothes drying rack, but she didn't lose it."
"I heard someone claim to be the owner of the cloak. What kind of cloak are they looking for?"
"Nonsense! Who would steal? It's not like we are unfamiliar with each other. Even if he does steal, he won't be able to escape. There are brothers guarding the well."
"Whose lamp is this?"
No one answered. At this moment, fire came from deep in the road, and gradually expanded with the sound of footsteps, driving away the darkness. The dim light of the lantern was swallowed up by the greater light in the blink of an eye. People were forming a circle around it, blinking and turning their heads at this moment. "It's so bright," someone shouted, "I can't see."
"Lord French."
The person who came was holding a torch. "I climbed to the ground." He ignored his companion's complaints. "Ham was attacked, and the belongings are still there. I suspect the hunter found the shaft."
French's words set off an uneasy commotion. The man clenched his fists and the woman hugged the child. In the firelight, everyone looked gloomy and unpredictable. "Where is Sadepo?" Someone asked, "What happened to his plan? Has the leader agreed to it?"
"An outsider found Xiaodui." French said, "Well, I will convince his father as soon as possible and take the child to avoid the limelight. The caravan will leave soon, and we can't win more people. As for that Another companion of the Outlander, Sadbo knew him well and promised to keep him out of trouble.”
"How can you guarantee it?" Punisi didn't believe it.
"He told the chief that the man was one of our compatriots. But there was no trace of the ritual in the hotel, and I felt no trace of his fire."
"Can't you feel it? That doesn't matter." The woman breathed a sigh of relief. "Won't attract hunters."
"The focus is on another person. I saw him kill Feit with my own eyes and block the crossbow bolt with his hand. This is not something ordinary people can do. Who would be with our compatriots? Besides, compatriots without fire sensing..."
"You said he was caught by a hunter? The other guy -"
French shook his head. "With the 'Cold Plague' around, hunters don't dare to enter the town easily. They may not be everyone's enemies, but they may be mortals bribed by the hunters and come into the town under the pretext of seeing a doctor. In short, I can't guarantee it." He glanced at the lantern on the ground. . "Hamm was attacked just now, and there was no time to raise the alarm. This person has probably sneaked underground. Now, no one is allowed to act alone and must stay together. Jannally?"
"I'm with Puneis." A woman dressed as a woman responded. This person and Frankie are husband and wife. She lifted the lamp on the ground, held Puneis in one hand, and led the mother and daughter to inform them of the situation door to door.
At the same time, French also led the residents to gradually gather and search everywhere. This is bad. The mercenary thought. Members of the society can feel each other's presence, and once they act collectively, outsiders will have nowhere to hide in Cougainvillea. In particular, these people are not ordinary people. The talents of the unknown people are not determined by their profession, and they are impossible to guard against.
He knew very well that Jennally's magic could make people lighter, and Punisi could create strong winds. As a team of two, they were both excellent guardians and had enough mobility. They brought the lantern to each of their compatriots, allowing all the Nameless Ones to participate in the search for clues.
In the small town, there are only three members of the association who can get clues from the lanterns. Two of them use the smell of the items to find their owners, and one relies on "intuition." Xin found the lantern from under the bed in the store, so for him, the last one pointed the most accurately and was the greatest threat.
If the mercenary is really a hunter, it will not be difficult to deal with him. Even Jennally and Punisi holding lanterns are no more difficult to deal with than Little Spike.
"Someone is not here." Frankie received a reply from his companion, "But I'm not sure if he left alone. We have searched everywhere, and the people left behind are all here."
"The fortune teller isn't here either? He never goes out."
"Then he is missing. We searched his residence, but no one was there, and no one sensed his fire."
"Let's go find Sadbo, my lord." Puneis suggested. After struggling for a while, the lantern in her hand was almost extinguished. "Don't forget, he's also a problem."
"Sadepo took him away," French told them.
Jennally frowned at her husband: "Leave?"
"Go outside the town." Franky pointed to the top of his head, "Hunter."
The women looked at each other and closed their mouths. The unknown people following Franky did not leave either. Everyone gathered around the underground well, waiting for a result. The unconscious shopkeeper was placed among the crowd, and his nephew volunteered to take his place guarding the hotel counter.
"We will notice if there is any danger." French asked, "Run quickly."
"Of course," said Hamm's nephew, "I'll take care of myself, don't worry."
"The gods will take care of us." Shamir, Punisi's daughter, looked up at everyone, "We are their people, right?"
"Yes. Gaia is kind, Heather is generous, Lucia is just." Her mother hugged her without changing her face, "And the Frost Moon will protect us. It's snowing heavily now, my dear." "
…
A cold wind blew up on a snowy night, and the forest was dark. Brenanin shuddered and tried to find his companions in the heavy snow: "Sadepo? Where is this?"
"Someone's grave, Munro."
In an instant, thousands of stories about souls and the dead flashed through my mind. Bonin forced himself to calm down: "I'm referring to the geographical location." This was a bit weak, but it was better than being harsh on the inside. At this moment, the pretense will be seen through. "We're outside the town?"
"That's it. I need your help." Groundbreaker stood under a cedar tree, his face like a grimace from the burns. He casually lifted the cane and wiped the other end on the tree trunk until it was stained with marks.
"I do not understand."
"After the Battle of Lushui River, my companions from the Self-Rescue Society and I were separated. We went down the river and were rescued by water fairies." Obviously, bringing up the past made Sadepo very painful. "I escaped from the fire, and Fu Di and the others burned in front of my eyes. I didn't dare to touch him! God, I watched them helplessly...companions, comrades, brothers...I lost them and everything. The Seven Pillars of Order launched a war against the Misty Star Society, but we were the ones who died."
"Demon hunting is a war against the nameless, and we must resist."
"I've seen the Nameless One die of old age, Munro. If the fairy tale is true, the Mysterious Realm has been hunting us for a thousand years, and the Society still exists. What does this mean, huh? The Nameless One was killed because we were born And different? No, it's not. Compatriots died because they didn't hide it well." Sadbo's scar twisted. "So don't tell me you must! Resist? I never agreed, no one asked me!"
Bonin grasped the "universal quality". "Are you blaming me, Sadbo? Do you think I'm willing to send you to your death?"
"Maybe you don't want to, just like me. Could it be that I don't want to save Fu Di? I personally took him to the self-rescue group! He and his sister, the little cubs who relied on their father to collect firewood, ended up being burned like firewood... ...You just watched helplessly! Let me ask you, is this considered innocent?"
Brenanin was speechless. He has seen compatriots being burned at the stake, and has heard the miserable screams and dying gasps of strangers, but when he thought of the people he spent time with day and night suddenly burning in front of his eyes... "I didn't do it." He squeezed out these words weakly. Words, "It's not me."
"I know, Munro. I know you can't see it at all. You are safe in the camp, under the protection of the Restoration Army. I tell myself that it is not your fault, and you have no chance to do anything."
A chill—not a sudden surge of wind, but a coldness from the inside out—took hold of his heart. Brenanin felt short of breath. He tried to use his magic power to stay warm, and used alchemical potions to bring back a little warmth. However, the thought of fire made him tremble all over. Sources of heat suddenly became taboo.
"Now," Sadbo whispered, "I give you a chance, Brenanin Munro, King of the Restoration Legion. There is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for a man like you: the capture of Frostdew House. A damn hunter is targeting him. He is afraid of the cold plague and dare not break into the town. His death will make our compatriots safe and give you and me comfort. Do you still want to watch?"
Bonin stared at his scar for a while, and then said, "If I had been there at that time, I wouldn't have let you die." Even if he couldn't deal with the Holy Knight Commander, as the Nameless Alchemist, he still had many ways to escape.
In fact, if he really appears on the battlefield, the Holy Knight Captain will never target the "Small Night Valley Self-Rescue Association". Brenanin Munro's value is much greater than them.
"Very good." Boning would not admit that he felt guilty for the soldiers on the front line, and the words of the deserters could not sway him. "We are old friends, Sudpo. Since we are... destined to... see each other again, it is our duty to help." He almost bit his tongue. "When I solve this problem, we can discuss the surprise you gave me."
"Soil Breaker" Sadepo nodded, disappeared into the soil. Brenanin knew that he hadn't left yet, and excitement kept coming from the fire's induction, as if a strong wind stirred the water in the pool, sending ripples to his heart.
Five minutes later, Brenanin was waiting for another acquaintance.
"Xin?" The mercenary raised his head upon hearing the sound and waved in this direction. Bonin was shocked and confused. Sadbo and the gang members mistakenly thought Sheen was a hunter? He wants me to kill my traveling companions? Or is this guy just here to find me? "What the hell, why is it you?"
"Are you still waiting for the others?" the mercenary asked.
Brenanin was at a loss for words. He subconsciously wanted to keep the nameless people and the association secret, but that would inevitably require him to explain his behavior of going out alone and waiting for people outside the town. Sadepo is still hiding underground, waiting to deal with the demon hunters who are clinging to him. Gods save me, how can I deal with this!
"kill him. ” Fire conveys emotions. "The matter has come to this, there can be no hesitation. 』
It seems it's not him. Bonin breathed a sigh of relief. There is another hunter. Xin's appearance was just an accident. I didn't leave any information. I thought I could go back quickly and let my companions go out to search for him. With Xin's ability, it is entirely possible to find some clues. He found it based on clues, and that's pretty much it...
"Are you stupid?" "Sadepo asked, "He must be shut up! 』
Regardless, it's easy to downvote wrong answers. "Dream." Brenanin responded immediately, "This guy is an adventurer, a Knox mercenary." Even if we really win, what will the hunter do? 』
"Bo Ning?" Xin was approaching.
"Wait!" cried the alchemist, and he noticed that Sadepo's fire also moved with it. The mystery suddenly comes, the mud cracks, the earth and rocks stir, and a strong impact is about to spurt out from under the person's feet...
...and then was stepped back to where he was with a "boom". Snowflakes were flying, the trees were swaying, and the mercenary pulled back his feet. The firmly compacted earth and gravel floated up like feathers in an instant, and were easily pushed away, exposing a deep pit. Brenanin stared dumbfounded as Sadbo was dragged out of the pit by Xin.
Suddenly, the scene of the mercenary killing the attacker in the restaurant replayed in his mind. Brenanin didn't care about any secrets and said quickly: "Don't! He is one of our own. Don't kill him!"
"Oh, of course. Otherwise he will die inside. The mercenary had no choice but to reach out and lift the other person and lay him on the flat ground. "He has been waiting here, but he did not attack you. I guessed that my sudden arrival caused a misunderstanding. "
"That's right! It's completely, uh, a misunderstanding." Bonin helped Sadeppo up and found that he was not unconscious, but he was in a daze. Do you understand now?
Sadbo stared at them without saying a word.
The mercenary blinked. "He looks like he needs some rest."
"I can't get away now." Brenanin racked his brains to make up an excuse. "His... enemy is preparing to kill him. Well, Sadepo, this is... he is my friend, and we met by chance... …”
"That's really unfortunate. My move was a little unmeasured. Why don't you take him and hide aside, and I'll deal with the killer." Xin suggested.
"No!" Brenanin blurted out. "You don't understand...that kind of opponent and mercenary are not, uh..." Thinking about it carefully, it is actually difficult to distinguish between demon hunters and mercenaries. After all, after analyzing the specific issues in detail, Boning has not seen them before. A mercenary with such outrageous skills.
Xin did not directly refute. "What kind of opponent is that? Gao Huan?"
The one who makes Sadepo irresistible is most likely the Demon Hunter of the High Ring. Only then did Brenanin realize that he had never asked about the enemy's level! Do I already feel that I can deal with Gao Huan?
To be honest, although the unknown person's fire is special and the mystery is higher than the level he is in, in a real fight, the probability of victory or defeat depends on the professions of both parties. The alchemist can use "Song Girl" to control the high ring, but he must first make the opponent take the magic potion.
"That's a monk," Sadbo replied. He woke up as if from a dream. "Priest of the Glorious Council."
"You're not a deserter from the defense line, are you?"
Brenanin and Sadepo looked at each other. "Probably."
"Deserts are not considered human beings. They kill innocent people indiscriminately and plunder property." The mercenary said, "Lucia's monks should not do this. But having said that, have your enemies ever done such things?"
"My relatives and friends were burned to death." Sadbo struggled to get up, "Look, my face, this is the guilt they left! Xiao Fu Di, his father and sister, they were all fire ... "
"Even his sister ...?" Breananin couldn't help asking.
"Langteri disappeared, in the golden ruins. She and Jiewan Steel were taken by Maluko. Vidi would join the army to find her." Those. Kill that monk, I will be grateful for you in my life. "
"This cannot prove anything. You have revenge with the Lucia priests, and you kill each other, that's all."
"No! Damn, he was guilty!" Breananin saw tears. He cried. "He is guilty, please ... Monroe ..."
Biring could not face this look of compatriots. "I can guarantee him." He said to Xin, "Sadbo's enemies have done more horrible things than killing innocent innocent people. They are cruel. I guarantee you, Xin."
The mercenary glanced at him. "I have heard another kind of guilty person. Do you know this kind of person, Bonen?"
The nameless one. Breananin was awake. He refers to the unknown. "I……"
"Forget it, it's better to see it in person. He is here."
Lucia monks and Breanine are very different. He was also dressed as an adventurer, only tied a headband with thorns, and his body was tattered and his complexion was dry. This person is more like a beggar who has picked up the monks and wearing a beggar on the street.
As soon as he met, he roared: "Give me medicine!" Then he rushed over.
Xin Yi grabbed his shoulders, and the monk's feet were stunned, almost kneeling.
Breanana never expected that the enemy of Sadbo's headache was actually this look. The monk is indeed high -ring, but he is weak in hands and feet, and he is hot, and he seems to be seriously ill. Not to mention Xin and Breananin, even if Sadbo does it alone, this person is afraid that he will not be able to take two tricks.
"He has a fever." The mercenary concluded.
"He didn't look like this yesterday." Sadbo laughed, "Cold Pan. Curse destroy him! The gods have eyes." He smiled as if he was making a ghost.
"The antidote." The monk was moaning, "No, I haven't entered the city. Impossible!"
Breanana disgusted. "This guy escaped from the south -proof line, and he must have cursed in the ice."
"No. No! I don't ... I'm not ... I am from the city ..." Come from the nearby lord city. "
"He is lying," Sadbo said. It can be seen that he was worried that the mercenary would change his mind and rescue the demon hunter.
"No one can lie in front of me." Xinmu stared at the monk intently. I saw him rolled up in pain, his face tied into the snow, leaving only the water traces in a blink of an eye. Biring could almost feel the high temperature emitted in his body. "I have seen this symptom, not a curse. You have eaten recently, no, what are you in contact with? Is there a golden powder?"
Somehow, Braunine felt uneasy. At this time, he suddenly noticed that the "broken territory" Sadbo took a step back.
"... wine!" The monk looked up. "I drank! Gold ... it tastes none ... so hot, the magic is boiling! Save me ..."
Biring frowned: "Magic? The effect is like some kind of potion."
Suddenly, a terrible idea emerged in his mind. Family of Frost Lu, the unknown of the gathering, the villages outside Xiangdou Town, and the enchanting artist nail after the "Cold Pain" became a compatriot ...
This can't be true. Breananin's heart almost stopped beating.
"It's not an epidemic, nor a curse." The mercenary's voice was cold and frosty. "This is Saivero, the potion of the fire. The fire of his soul is burning."
