The whole letter was carefully rolled up and placed into a small light cylinder on the raven's back, and when the raven's wings disappeared into the dark sky, old Evanor returned to his fireplace with relief.

In fact, if the Dark Council or the Magic Guild transmits the news by itself, there is a more convenient way to communicate, and even after spending enough magic crystals, you can also talk directly to the distant deity through the magic projection.

However, the old Ivanor has been out of the system for many years, and various channels have naturally lost the right to use it, so this letter with an obvious private nature can only be sent through this primitive and ancient direct delivery method.

The letter crow went all the way to the north, after several tosses and turns, and several times changed.

Fly through the wilderness and woods, over the ruined towers, over the broken walls of the ruins, and finally reach the main city of the entire South, Odrenza, into a castle-like spire.

The receiver unraveled the news brought by the crow, and then sent the little one into a cage to wash the dust.

After seeing the contents on the cover, the recipient did not dare to delay, and after several layers of transmission, the letter was quickly sent to the inner house.

An old man who looked like a family housekeeper gently pushed open the door of the study with a letter, and saw the figure of a soft-backed chaise longue napping in front of the fireplace.

It wasn't until the person in the recliner heard the movement of turning over that the old butler seized the opportunity to bend down and whisper.

"Sir, a strange letter came just now. ”

After some deliberation, the old housekeeper used the word 'strange', because the envelope only had the recipient written on it, but there was no signature and address of the sender. As the third elder of Sestin, this is a bit informal and impolite.

Since the beginning of the Dark Calendar, the Dark Temple has abandoned the old monarchy and adopted a parliamentary system to maintain divine power. The council is composed of 24 seats from the union of the powerful families, and then the cabinet is formed by the three elders elected by the three elder seats.

"And what kind of uneasy fellow is going to find something to do for the old man in this weather. Sestin in the recliner licked her somewhat dry lips, picked up the half-warm tea cup next to her and took a sip, and then smiled and took the letter from the butler.

Sestin, who looked to be in his early fifties, was a spirited old man, without many wrinkles, and had dark hair that was not gray and had a small pigtail at the back of his head.

His actual age is actually much older than he seems, but the boundaries of life of people who have studied magic for many years are often longer than ordinary people, and their appearance is affected by the years more slowly.

"I didn't expect it to be that old guy from Ivano, an impolite old thing, and his style is still so rigid. ”

"Oh, this is my old friend, I haven't been in touch for years, but I heard that he can't even remember who he is? ”

Obviously, this letter aroused the interest of the old master of Sestin, and he explained it to the old butler in a tone that was half emotional and half embarrassed. After smearing the inscription on the envelope with a subtle magical glow, the envelope's warning effect was lifted.

"Oh my God, Grey Curtain Town! that's long enough......" Sestin would let out a few jokes at first, but his brow slowly furrowed as he read better.

After reading it, he handed the letter to the old butler beside him, Sestin clasped his hands in front of his chest, and brought the straightened soles of his feet on the footstool close to the fireplace of high-grade stone, and then the whole person fell into thought.

He felt a little difficult to judge for a while, the frontier of Grey Curtain was far enough away, and this ominous letter was more like a distant story. The abrupt letter from an old friend seemed to be a warning and seemed to say nothing.

And many of the words in it are not quite accurate, only mentioning a teenager in the town who is called Thor's grave keeper.

Then he used the word 'suspected', saying that he felt the breath of undead magic on his body, but there was no definite sight or evidence, and there were no extreme evil events in the local area.

It stands to reason that such a matter should be handed over to the local Inquisition first, or the local authorities should be involved in the investigation first, and then sent over after the results are available.

But my old friend doesn't know if it's because it's convenient to make friends? Or is the matter so serious that he has to report it to the next level? In short, this matter has directly crossed the formal channel to his own place, which is really a headache.

"What an old thing that doesn't care about it. In the end, Sestin laughed and scolded again, as if he saw an old friend in the distance looking at him with a stinky face and said, Anyway, I have already told you about the matter, you can weigh it yourself.

"Master, the content of this letter seems to be a little vague...... "The housekeeper who read the letter had his own judgment and tried to keep up with the head of the house.

"Forget it, let's hang out according to the D rank, after all, we still have to go to see some people first!Oh, it's still the C rank, after all, it's not easy to go out in this damn weather. Sestin waved his hand no longer tangled, and fell into his own memories.

The old housekeeper wanted to hand it over directly to the person in charge, but after thinking about it, he personally redrafted the content of the letter, and finally the content became:

"Recently, in the Gray Curtain Town in the territory of Savien on the southern border, there is a suspected necromancer, please send the team willing to accept the task to the local investigation, this task is a C-level mission, interested teams please go to the Dark Cross Headquarters for relevant details. ”

Eventually, the letter turned into a mission and was hung on the bulletin board in the Dark Cross Quest Hall.

Necromancer? Thor would have laughed like a frog if he saw it, but he didn't know anything about it from afar.

Not long after the mission was posted, the leader of Dark Cross Team 7, a man named Hank with a small beard, ripped off the commission on the bulletin board and went to the Dark Cross headquarters for more information.

In the tavern, the members of the seventh team gathered.

In addition to Captain Hank himself, there are five other squad members, three men and two women.

"Oh my God, Grey Curtain Town, is there such a place on this continent, why are we going to the barren land on the border in such damn weather. One of the male members of the team complained immediately after hearing Hank's words.

Although the rest of the team did not follow suit, there were more or less sad and sad expressions on their faces.

Captain Hank smiled and picked up the vat and touched it with the male members who spoke.

"I know you have complaints, but it's time for our points to go up, or you'll have enough time to complain when the time comes to arrange for you to guard the city gates. ”

"The reason why I took this task is that I think it is a task with a high degree of difficulty, it should not be difficult, and it may not even reach the C level at all, and it may not be a chore?"

"Oh, not a chore?" the team members had interesting expressions on their faces, waiting for the captain's answer.

"First of all, this is not a mission of extermination. There may be a risk of fighting, but the target is said to be just a small guy of the first order, just past the coming-of-age ceremony, and is the grave keeper of the town. Since Dark Cross wants the truth, we just need to bring people back. ”

"Secondly, this is not a short-term task, and the reason why you feel miserable is nothing more than the distance of the road. ”

"And I think we can get to Pandor through the teleportation array inside the council, and we're almost halfway there. We can then enjoy the local hot springs there until the last days of winter hit the road, just in time for spring to reach the target area. ”

"However, the night owl still has to work hard this time, walking ahead of everyone. Captain Hank added at the end.

"Hell, why am I fighting the outpost again, it's not fair!" the team member known as the Night Stalker slapped the table, but his protests were quickly drowned out by the crowd's support.

"Captain Wise!"

And so it was decided.

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The furnishings in the grave keeper's hut remain simple and impoverished for most of the poor commoners.

In the center of the room was a small square table, beside which stood two low round stools, on which in addition to a few flasks and glasses were placed burnt candlesticks and a few plates of leftovers.

The faint aroma wafting from the jug can be seen as a fruit wine, which is not strong and the brewing process is simple, and it is popular among the common people because of its moderate price.

The wine was brought by Shogues.

In the blink of an eye, the cold winter finally roared to the end, and the earth gradually had a hint of spring.

Last night, as it was about to fall, Thor finally met Shogues, whom he hadn't seen all winter.

The two toasted at the table and had a brief conversation. Shogues's face looked a little pale, coughing from time to time, and in the face of Thor's concerned gaze, he just waved his hand and said that there was a little wind chill on the road.

The arrival of Shogues brought two pieces of news broadly speaking.

First, the wagon caravan from Yuanmu Town brought a new batch of goods, which were nothing more than some animal skins and cloths, miscellaneous grains, and weapons of acceptable quality.

In addition to the goods, there are a few good-looking women, and it is worth mentioning that there are two interracial mixed races among them, if you want to have some fun in a hurry, you should do it as soon as possible.

The second is that Shogues mentions that he went out hunting with a mercenary squad in the cold of winter, and accidentally found an ancient burial mound in a mountainous area, located on the east side of the trade road from Grey Curtain to Logs.

So I came to ask Thor if he would like to partner up and take another risk with him.

Ancient burial mounds mean that they may contain high-priced items such as magic weapons, antiques, and magic scrolls, and at the same time, they may also be in unimaginable danger to the world.

Listening to Xiugus's words, Saul looked up with some emotion, how long has this guy not mentioned the topic of women, and for a moment Saul even thought that the wound in Xiugus's heart had finally been healed by time.

But when I looked up, I was still full of strangeness.

Shugues's young face had a bit of a weathered look, and the cynicism of the past had gradually disappeared, and it seemed that since Kovier left, he had changed a little, but it was impossible to say what the difference was for Saul.

Thor wasn't really interested in the news brought by Shoggers, but in the end he agreed to Shoggers' invitation to visit the grave.

It's been a long time since the two of them have done something together.