Feeling physically and mentally exhausted, Lorraine frowned and drained the beer in his hand in one gulp, and then let out a long sigh of relief to the soothing singing of the tavern bard, he twisted himself a little to make himself a little comfortable in the chair, and then said to his companion who had come here with him, "Little Vol is back." "Well...... "But unlike him, who is a little older and already has a lover, little Francis, who has just taken over the job of the city guard, is still very young, and he is now like he has inexhaustible energy, obviously he has been standing on the post for a day, but he is still staring at the swaying figure of the tavern proprietress in high spirits, and his spirit is not at all on his companion, and he doesn't even know that the beer is dripping on his placket. But fortunately, the proprietress moved into the inner hall after laughing a few words with a few regular customers, so he finally had time to pay attention to the stinky man beside him. "Oh, what did you just say?" ...... I mean, little Vol is back. Glancing helplessly at his companion, Lorraine could only shake his head, he didn't want to entangle with this guy about those useless things now, so he had to say it again. "Uh...... You're not kidding, are you?" little Francis was stunned for a moment, and it was clear that the news made him feel very incredible. But Lorraine just nodded, silently admitting the authenticity of the news, "Wait, that guy didn't follow the army three months ago......" "I happened to pass by his door when I was on patrol today, and I was going to see old Uncle Vol, but it turned out to be ......" Lorraine seemed to recall something, his right hand unconsciously rubbed on the table, and the leather gloves and the table made a terrible sound," You know, this is the first time I've seen such a terrible wound, the whole right arm of little Vol is gone, but there is no scab on the wound, no scars after healing, those wounds are like blackened stones in the hearth, they are left there as they are, and even the blood seems to be frozen there—God, it is not a human scar at all. "But...... But isn't he the best of us?" little Francis swallowed, and asked with some nervousness, "what did the turbans do to him?" Lorraine shook her head, "You don't understand, Francis. It wasn't human at all, and little Vol couldn't speak until now, his wound was clearly a mixture of several curses—more terrible than the power of any of the curses we had cast on the damned old witch we had last caught. Aside from the rest, the wound was petrified like this, not a wandering Medusa's head, it could have been bitten off by an adult petrified lizard - and a petrified lizard, no, an adult petrified lizard with an open snout that could bite off half of a person's body, oh my God, I always thought it was just a legend of the instructor fooling us. After Lorraine's words fell, the two fell silent for a moment. And it was at this moment that the bard, who had finished singing, had released the lute and saluted all around. "One more song, one more song. The guests in the tavern shouted as they raised their glasses. The bard nodded, plucked the strings with grace, and then sang, "The story begins on a moonlit night." Her voice was wistful, and the sound of the lute spread through the tavern, and most of the people began to listen quietly. "Hmph, it's these stories of love and love again. But there are always people in this world who come out to disturb other people's moods, and a rude voice interrupts the poet's singing, "It's annoying to listen to." Hey, little girl, is there anything else new?" The disturbed crowd turned their heads with some dissatisfaction, and they were greeted by a strong man like an iron tower, with bronzed skin, a hairless head covered with branded carvings, and necklaces made of the teeth of various beasts or more terrible creatures hanging in front of him, all of which told the others present that he was not a man to be trifled with. So of course, although everyone has some opinions, no one has come forward. The bard could only nod his head in cringe, clear his throat, and began to sing another song. An oasis in the desert, where caravans are infested with ghasts. Who was shouting in the dark night sky? The young mercenary fell on the sand, and the old leader was covered in blood. A terrible nightmare seemed to be coming. The camel closed its eyes.

In the ancient wilderness, a figure walked alone, his shadow outlined by the moonlight on the earth. Ah, that's a knight. The hard armor shone with a cold light, and the weapon on his back revealed its edge. He looked up into the distance.

Terrible monsters wandered the battlefield, but there was no desolation in the night. The horses of the gods rushed into battle, and the knights' blades slit the chests of the ghasts. It was as if it was armed from heaven, and the blades and horses glowed with divine light in the darkness. The light pierced the curtain of darkness and brought the dawn to the caravan.

The ghasts turned to dust in the light, and the knights of dawn ran above the light. "Where's Dracula?" he asked. With the last few abrupt lute sounds, the song came to an end. Although the poet looked a little nervous about the temporary change of track, she sang the whole story smoothly and without any unpleasant problems, so several guests gave applause out of courtesy, and Lorraine was one of them. But—"Hmph, where's Dracula? Little girl, I can't figure out the specifics of the story, the whole world knows that Dracula's castle is in Transylvania, and his demon army is gathered in that damn place, but no living person can come near it, you know? No living person can!" - it doesn't seem that this story will satisfy the strong man. The strong man's voice echoed throughout the tavern, and everyone fell silent as if shocked by the news, and the whole tavern seemed unusually quiet at this moment—and the slightly mocking laughter from the corner of the side became even more harsh. "Who's laughing?" the strong man heard the sound as a matter of course, and he slammed the table, causing the entire table to fly, and then fell back onto the table in a mess. He stood up, his weight bowed as if he were a beast trying to hunt, all his muscles tensed, and looked in the direction of the sound with hostility, and everyone in his sight ran away with fear, except for the two guests in the innermost corner of the tavern, dressed in wide cloaks and hoods, still sitting still. "Hmph, it turned out to be two people who hid their heads and tails. With a look of contempt in his words, he moved his muscles for a moment, and then confidently walked in the direction of the two. As the strong man drew closer and closer to the two, the atmosphere in the tavern grew more and more tense, with some people paying close attention to the corner where a vicious brawl was likely to occur, while others began to check out and leave. "Why? You can talk big words, but you don't allow others to laugh?" At this moment, the smaller of the two stood up and asked the strong man, her voice was so clear and pleasant that one could tell that there must be a charming lady under the cloak, "You have the fangs of a weeping dragon on your chest, which proves that you are a great force, you have a secret inscription on your head, which means that you are a member of the demon hunters, and the scratches on your body and the calluses on your mouth prove that you are very experienced in this trade." "Hmph, you guys still have a bit of knowledge. The other party's words obviously made the strong man very useful, he first looked around, and then turned back with a sense of anger after seeing the slightly frightened eyes of the farmers and craftsmen around him, "What, feel scared? For the sake of your eyesight, take off your hood, and accompany my master to drink this wine, and I will let you go." "Well, I don't need the mercy of a deserter. The lady smiled disdainfully, and then took off her hood - her long, light orange hair arced through the air with the movement, her unusually marked face still flushed with alcohol, and her blue eyes were round. At that moment, the men in the entire tavern seemed to be quiet, and some of the explicit guys also showed greedy expressions, "Two months ago, the Holy See issued a summons, and the princes and nobles of various countries also issued orders to all demon hunters to go to Ljubl and Oldenburg to resist the constant attacks of the monster army, and now the demon hunters of all Europe should be fighting for the safety of people elsewhere, but you guy is hiding in France, which is so far away from the front line, and you are still trumpeting your ridiculous thoughts- What do you think of those fellow citizens who are fighting in Transylvania!" "Hey, what do these things have to do with you?" the strong man just smiled disdainfully, "Do you think I'm ashamed to say that, and let you go?"