"What, Al, you've been poisoned?" asked the coachman's uncle, eagerly.

"Uncle, it's okay, I'm feeling good now, I can't die. Al shook his arm, signaling to the coachman's uncle.

In fact, Al didn't know the bottom of his heart, he saw with his own eyes that his muscle tissue absorbed those poisons, and he still remembered the feeling of corpse poison entering his body, and the nerve endings in his arm did not transmit pain and even some inexplicable joy. The feeling came from the arm that was about to go berserk, and the corpse poison was more like a long-lost delicacy to it.

Al has more questions about his arm, from the birthmark he had as a child to now seems to be a living body. He secretly told himself that he would never easily break the armband unless his life was in danger in the future, because he didn't know what kind of monster was hiding inside.

"Oh, you seem to be confident, huh. The middle-aged man squinted his eyes, clasped his hands on his chest, and raised his chin contemptuously, "Young man, blind confidence is not a good thing." You kneel down and beg me, perhaps I can forgive you for the offense you have just made to the bishop of the Holy Church, and by the way reluctantly help you to find a way. ”

Al stood up and moved his limbs, a little sore but not a big deal, and the qi and blood in his body slowly stabilized, except for some detachment. As for the poison in his left arm, he didn't feel any discomfort at all, and his color was still dark red under the cold moon, as usual.

"No, I'm in good shape now. Al patted the dust off his body and walked straight towards the coachman, "Although your attitude makes me very unhappy, you saved us, and I will help if we need it in the future." ”

"Hahaha, interesting, I'm going to need the help of a civilian?" Clindo laughed disdainfully.

Suddenly, his laughter stopped abruptly, his eyes stared at Al's armband, and an arrow came to Al's side, blocking Al's way, "Young man, where did your armband come from? ”

"What's the matter?" Al frowned, he heard something unkind in the white-robed bishop's voice.

"Tell me, right away!" said the white-robed bishop.

An invisible aura imprisoned El in place, his raised left foot as heavy as lead, and the phantom of a golden cross slowly took shape under the ground where he stood. It was the same move that killed the ghoul just now, and the huge pressure was like carrying a mountain on your back.

"What are you doing, Clindor?" said the hooded boy's voice from behind the white-robed bishop.

"Master Max, you're back. The bishop bowed slightly, "There's something wrong with this commoner's armband, I'm asking." ”

The hooded boy named Max held a blood-stained necklace in his hand, and the falling silver cross reflected the moonlight, apparently the blood of a ghoul, and the boy returned safely in less than five minutes. When he walked up to Al, the pressure around him melted in an instant. The sudden rise in pressure and rapid recovery made Al, who was already a little physically exhausted, fall to his knees all at once.

"Are you alright?" the hooded boy hugged Al with a faint smile on his face, "My name is Max, and I apologize to you for Clindo if he offended you just now." ”

A warm current slowly flowed into El's body, like jumping from the ice and snow into a hot spring, and Al's strength slowly recovered.

"Angel," was the first word that popped into Al when he looked up at Max. An elegant smile, a handsome and gentle face, and a pair of sapphire eyes that shone with pity. If it weren't for Max's lack of wings and the aura on his head, Al might have thought that an angel had descended on the mortal world.

"It's okay, it's a little thing, after all, you saved me first. Al did not continue to accept Max's "gift", and he stubbornly stood up. Although he saved himself and has a handsome face that is pleasing to the eye, Al is unwilling to accept handouts from others, even though the weak have always been given by the strong in this world.

"The ghost has been killed by you, is it true that the mutilated person is also a ghost in your eyes?" Al's response was sonorous, "As for the origin of this armband, don't ask, I won't say." ”

Thinking that the armband had something to do with Uncle Paul, and that the white bishop was so urgent, Al guessed that the men were likely to get in trouble with Uncle Paul. Thinking of Uncle Paul's eagerness to let him go, Al was even more determined to keep it a secret. For the sake of his uncle's safety, he can't take any risks. Although he himself did not know the origin of this armband carved with a mysterious inscription.

"Presumptuous!" Bishop Klindo's eyes widened with rage, and a strong cyclone appeared out of thin air in front of him.

An arm blocked Clindo, who was about to become angry, "Forget it, everyone has the freedom to choose." Max still said lightly.

The wind whipped Al's burlap and hunted like it was about to tear it apart, but despite facing an opponent who was dozens or even a hundred times stronger than him, the tough boy never looked back or knelt down to beg for mercy, he still walked firmly towards the coachman leaning on the carriage.

Max stared silently at Al's back for a few moments, then pulled down his hood, revealing a piece of golden hair. "What's your name?"

Al stopped and tilted his head slightly, "Al." With that, he walked on.

"Okay, Al, I remember you. Max responded, "If you're going to Xinlan, you can always come to me at Garcia Manor or the Imperial Military Academy if you're in trouble." ”

"Also, ghouls don't appear out of thin air, they seem to have been deliberately summoned by someone. The road at night is not easy to walk, so be careful all the way. ”

"Clindo, let's go. Max smiled slightly, put on his hood, and returned to his breezy appearance, leaving in the opposite direction from Al.

"Yes, young master. The white-robed Bishop Clindo glanced darkly at Al and hurried away in Max's footsteps.

After a nightmarish night, El and the others, who were infinitely close to the ghost gate, did not want to linger any longer, and although the boy named Max had dealt with the other ghouls, no one wanted to repeat the same mistakes when this happened.

Al chewed on Max's words in his heart for a long time. In the end, he decided to switch places with the coachman's uncle, and he drove the only remaining horse to the coachman's carriage to rest. The road ahead is long, and when they encounter danger again, they are the only ones who have the strength to fight.

Although it was difficult for the coachman to abandon the corpse of his old man who had been with him for more than ten years, he had to return the horse to nature.

After calming down the remaining horses and checking their luggage, the two of them galloped into the thick night with heavy hearts.

The village in the distance is still full of shadows, and the occasional cry of an unknown animal can be heard in the darkness, everything seems to be swallowed up by the night, and the surface is calm and silent, but in fact it is full of waves.

Green Valley Defense, Underground Laboratory.

Glassware filled with embalming fluid lined neatly on either side, floating with unknown biological specimens, glowing mysteriously in the yellow light of incandescent lamps.

In the center is a delicate camel-colored leather sofa, with a faint smell of tobacco diffusing from the fingertips of the tall figure on the sofa.

"The prey are already on their way?" said a golden five-pointed star on Tulum's epaulette.

"Yes, Sergeant. At your command, the hunters have already moved. Captain Jack replied, "But..."

"Huh?" the cigar in Tulum's hand burst into flames.

"The older prey seemed to have spotted the hunters' stalking, and in the morning the patrol found their bodies in the Green Valley Forest, all of them. Jack paused, "After all, he used to be a hunter too. ”

Jack could feel the temperature in the lab gradually dropping, and ice crystals were even beginning to form on the outside of the bottles containing the specimens. Just for a moment, it's like falling into an ice cellar.

"What about the other one?"

"Report to Sergeant Major, the other smaller prey doesn't seem to be aware that Captain Yoda is following him," Jack exhaled as he restrained the intrusive frost as he felt his body stiffen, something that happens in extreme cold. "Everything is working fine at the moment. ”

The next moment, the temperature in the laboratory suddenly returned to its original state, and the frozen fingers in Jack's gloves slowly regained consciousness.

"Tell Yoda that if something goes wrong, you don't have to come back. ”

"Yes, Sergeant. Jack replied immediately.

With a wave of his dark cloak, Tulum got up and left, the heavy footsteps of the two slowly disappearing at the end of the dim passage.

Behind him, the precious cigar that had been frozen into ice cubes fell on the iron-paved ground with a "click" and shattered into countless pieces.