A canary-feathered falcon landed in front of the ventilation window of the main entrance of the city guard, and it scanned the entrance hall, a canary classic architectural style, with stairs leading to the second floor on both sides, and a closed wooden door to the basement on each side of the staircase - this style of building is easy to attack and difficult to defend, and the crossbowman can shoot condescendingly on the second floor, which is enough for the attacker to have a headache when both the attack and defense are mortal. ← top novel,

After making sure that no one was noticing itself, the White-Feathered Falcon flew in and landed on the second-floor handrail, it scanned the corridors on either side, and after making sure that it was about the same length as the building, noticed that someone was walking towards its White-Feathered Falcon and spreading its wings and flying out of the hall.

It circled in the air, and finally landed on the windowsill of a window wide open on the third floor, which was a very ordinary room, and the owner of the room kept his own acre very clean and tidy, and he also had a sword hanging on the wall, and on the long table by the window was a large stack of diaries, and the white-headed feather falcon landed on the side of the diary, and it found the most old-looking book and opened it with its paws and began to read.

'It has been my dream since I was a child to become a glorious city guard, my father was also a city guard until he died in a battle, and now I take my father's sword, for glory, for Sakaram. ’

After turning many pages to confirm that the diary was written by its owner, who was still a newcomer, the white-headed falcon closed the diary, pushed it back to the shelf, and chose the one near the middle.

After turning a few pages, the diary had a strange content: 'I met those guys in the south of the city today, and these guys have blackmailed the caravans again, damn it, I don't know when the city guards of Sakaram actually learned to exploit the caravans...... This is not normal. I must tell Commander Eugen, whom I have always respected, before this qiē destroys the image of the whole of Bassa Ranca and Sakaram. ’

A few more pages were turned, and the diary was filled with something completely new—'Commander Eugen didn't respond to me, and he kicked me out of his office with a look in his eyes as if I had done something wrong...... No, I didn't do anything wrong. There must be something wrong with this. ’

Then there was a long daily diary, until on the last page of the diary - 'The last time I came back from Commander Eugen's side, I couldn't understand why, why the commander acquiesced in such a manipulation, until today I saw the necklace around Madame Eugen's neck, which seemed to be a fine ornament from 'Silent Tirpitz', and it was said that such a custom would cost thousands of gold coins, and Madame Eugen's invisible show-off today explained this qiē for me today...... Commander, your depravity is breathtaking. ’

The white-headed feather falcon pulled out a few more diaries. But there was no follow-up record, only some of the diary master's daily routines, until the fourth book, in which five years had passed since the last time the situation was recorded, there was a new content - 'I met the lord of the city today, and he asked me about the situation of the city guard, and I told him what happened to Commander Eugen, and he told me to go to the lord's mansion tomorrow to find him, and I have been silent for the past five years. But today Lady Luck was clearly smiling at me. ’

Then, from the next day, the rest of the diary was filled with blasphemous words. Or painted with terrifying symbols, the white-headed falcon finally found the only sober passage in his last diary, fifty years before now.

The ''Silent Tirpitz' was forcibly shut down, and it was a long, terrible dream when Commander Eugen killed the shopkeeper's wife, and my will and body finally became one. I don't remember what happened when I met the lord of the castle, but the experience of the past few years has taught me that I must serve the great master for eternity...... Until eternity. ’

Just then, the white-headed falcon heard footsteps in the corridor outside. It stood on the diary shelf, and when a middle-aged man in his forties or fifties pushed open the door, the white-headed falcon toppled the entire shelf, and the diary was a mess, and it spread its wings and flew out of the windowsill to the shouts of the room owner.

The white-headed falcon circled around and finally returned to the clock tower in the center of the town, where it landed on the outstretched hand of a kitten.

Retrieving the shared body (sharehusk) from the falcon's body, Marceau took out a piece of jerky from his bag and fed it to the falcon in his hand, then looked north at the cat cub in the city guard and frowned - there must be something wrong with this, the owner of the room definitely did not look like an old man in his seventies, if this was a gift from believing in someone for eternity, then Marceau could be sure that this person was definitely an evil god.

The old man was not able to slow down aging because he had received any gifts, but the evil god only slowed down the rate of aging, and eventually when the recipient died, all the qiē, including the soul, would be taken back by the god.

Stretching out his hand and letting the falcon fly, Marceau walked to the staircase leading to the bottom of the bell tower, out of the bell tower and down the street, the kitten finally stopped in front of a gear shop, looked at the various leather goods inside, and the kitten pushed open the door and walked in.

"Welcome to 'This is your skin', young outlander, what do you want to buy. Sitting at the counter was a young half-elf, who didn't know this year's Gui Geng's cat cub nodded: "I want to customize my equipment and change the color of them." ”

"No problem, we support all kinds of dyeing, and you only need ten gold coins for one piece. ”

Since the price was suitable, Marceau took out his leather armor and matching leather pants and soft-soled leather boots: "Please dye me lead black and give me metal fasteners with anti-reflective treatment." ”

The construction of the city guard was made of stone, and although he didn't know the situation in the basement, considering that his original earth color was somewhat obvious in the dark, Marceau felt that he couldn't force down the enemy and his own intelligence, so he had to dye it lead black and dispose of the metal buckles, so as not to blind the eyes of some unlucky people.

"No problem, give me an hour, three pieces of equipment for a full set of processing will require forty gold coins. ”

"Okay, I'll be back in ten minutes to get it. ”

After taking the tag thrown by the store manager, taking off the leather robe on his body, Marceau, who was wearing a shirt and a robe, walked out of the store and turned around to the fabric store next door.

Pushing open the door, he smiled and nodded at the wind elf who was reading a book in the store: "Good afternoon, friend with long ears." ”

"Ah, good afternoon, friend with long tails, welcome to 'Weaving Everything', would you like to buy something? The wind elf, who put away the book, smiled when she saw the kitten.

"Yes, I need a plain black shirt and a black eye patch. Marceau said, standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling mirror against the wall in the store.

"Oh, I see, allow me to observe a moment of silence for your friend. Coming behind Marceau, the wind elf measured Marceau's shoulders, arms, ribs and waist with a tape measure, and then he walked to the hanger behind him and took one off, and handed it to Marceau: "Come, try this, last time a kitten man came to order, but he hasn't come after the pickup period, if you can wear it, I'll give you a fifty percent discount." ”

"What do you mean last time?" took off his original linen 'sack', and Marceau had time to turn his head to look at the elf as he put on his shirt.

"The last time I saw that guest was in the summer of 1805, it's been forty years since now, and it's been a while, you say. Mr. Elf's exclamation made Marceau have to admit that talking about the length of time with a pure-blood elf was really a stupid idea for other races, so the kitten could only smile wryly and nodded: "Then I want to ask, what material is this shirt made of, after all, you said that it has been a few days......"

"Ah, don't worry, this is made of silk from Changtang's side and treated with a special dye, which will definitely not be eroded by insects due to the change of time, and there is also an endureelements attached to it, which will definitely satisfy you. The elf said this, watching Marceau put on his shirt: "It's so beautiful, it fits so well, like it's made for you." ”

"That's right, it fits perfectly, how much does this cost. Marceau looked at himself in the mirror and was very satisfied—he was a naturally skilled elf in making zuò.

"Fifty gold coins, I also have a plain white shirt here, the same size, buy one get one free, you see how it is. The elf asked rhetorically.

"No problem. Marceau pulled a small stack of bandaged gold coins from his pocket and tossed it on the counter: "Where's the blindfold?" ”

"Give me thirty minutes, and you'll get a handmade zuò black leather eye patch for just two gold coins. The Wind Elf said, "Please trust my craft, it is absolutely to your liking and size." ”

So Marceau pulled out two more gold coins. (To be continued......)