Dansur carried a magic lantern and walked through the darkness and torrential rain.

The terrifying night has been suppressed, and the terrifying rain is even more popular. In the plains, on the path, there was only such an old man walking alone. Green magic robes and peaked hats, ghostly moving. If anyone dared to approach and take a look, they would be surprised - no matter how heavy the rain was, as long as it approached his body, it would be resisted as if it had touched a wall. His body was still dry, and the eerie light from the lantern was still flickering.

A lone street lamp stood on the side of the road, and Dansur glanced at the extinguished magic lantern and waved his right hand to bring it back to light. He had a gloomy complexion, a long nose, a short, thick eyebrow on his right eye, and a large mole at the corner of his mouth. He didn't have a beard, so the wrinkles on his face were immediately apparent.

Behind him, another ghostly figure flashed out. A brown cloak. The visitor only wore a hood, and the rain was on his clothes, and there was no magic cover or anything like that, proving that this person was not in the same profession as the old man.

"You've decided to go," Dansur put his hand down, picked up the lantern again, and walked slowly forward, "The Baron can't stop you, can he?"

"He doesn't care what I want to do, and I owe him nothing. From the cloak, it turned out to be a slightly immature but indifferent female voice.

Dansur shook his head. "No, I know the baron, and whoever has a contract with him, he must keep it firmly in his hands. ”

"I didn't betray a word of the treaty. The girl followed.

"Grisenda, you're still too young...... "Baron Andregaya will make you regret it." He passed another street lamp and, with a wave of his right hand, lit the extinguished magic lantern again.

"Lord Dansur, you're still doing this kind of thing. Glicenta's tone was calm, "Light the lantern ......"

"Just give those ordinary people a little courage......" Dansur smiled. His shoulders shook as he laughed, his voice seemed to be laughing and coughing, and his robe shook as well. "A couple of people are dying. ”

Before he could finish speaking, several masked men suddenly burst out in the heavy rain and darkness, all of them holding weapons in their hands, and their eyes were not full of ill intentions. Neither Grisenda nor Dansur moved, obediently surrounded by them.

"Hello," said one of the men, who had a scar on his right eye, and said in a playful tone, "Dear old man and dear young lady, welcome to the humble tax office, and please pay 300 gold coins for the toll. ”

Instead of speaking, Dhansur looked back at Grisenda.

"Really?" Glicent's lowered head finally lifted up, revealing his face in the pouring rain. It was a beautiful face—skin as white as pearls, eyes like crystals shining in the dark, and long, straight brown hair that covered her shoulders, but could not hide her extraordinary temperament.

Suddenly, all the masked gangsters immediately gasped, and the nearest one had even more eyes glowing, revealing an obscene gaze.

"Yes, yes, it seems that this tax needs to be added a little ......"

"I'm afraid your tax office is going to go out of business. Grisenda said calmly. Her voice is as charming as her looks.

"What? You don't want to pay? Well, that's going to be the worst decision you've ever made. The masked gangster who led the cast laughed maniacally a few times and said, "Kill this old man and take this woman away!"

Before he could finish speaking, a masked man rushed forward with a masked knife in his hand. Glicenta just turned sideways slightly, smiled and greeted the man who was stunned by her expression, then drew her sword lightly, and inserted it back lightly, and the whole process did not take half a second, and the man fell to the ground with a bang. The knife fell at Glicenta's feet. The runes on her skin glowed blue-purple for a split second, then vanished.

In the air, there is also a trace of electric current. The electricity followed the rain and touched everyone's body.

The wind blew, gently blowing her cloak up, revealing the tight blue steel armor within. The man in the lead was dumbfounded, and all the gangsters stopped moving. The leader shuddered when he saw the coat of arms on her dress.

"You...... You're the man of the Storm Baron......" The leading bandit shuddered in his voice, pointing his own knife at the lightning sign on Glicenta's breastplate.

"Hmph......" Glicenta smiled, "Enjoy, this will be the last time you will be amazed in your life......"

"I don't care who you are, here I am, there is only a dead end!" the man shouted, "Brothers, there are only two of them, and one is a helpless old man, and we will definitely control this woman together." When the time comes, we will be blessed!"

Everyone rushed up. Dhansur could still make out the strange glow of the runes on her body, but no one in it, except Dhansur himself, could detect it. There was no suspense in the battle, and Dansur listened to the screams one after another throughout the whole process, and there was no wave in his heart. He didn't speak again until the last man fell, and Grisenda put her weapon back into its scabbard, and there was an electric current of "zizi".

"We created you, Grisenda, and you don't forget who gave you these skills. I can understand your feelings, any orphan will have a desire to find out after knowing his origins. But if you leave here, the Baron will not let you feel better. ”

"I can give him back, and I can give it back to you, Lord Dansur, but there is nothing to discuss about this matter until I find my grandfather. Grisenda gently stepped out of her leg and stepped over a blood-stained corpse with wide-eyed eyes.

"You'll regret it. Dansur continued to go his own way, lighting his own lamp, as if the roadblock robbery he had just done was just a trivial matter.

"I understand that you don't like Andregaya, you're just forced to do things for him. ”

"I don't need you to mention this. Besides, I have a number of whom I like. ”

"Like you, Lord Dansur, I know that you don't really want to go against the odds...... The walls of the Storm Fortress would one day crumble, and I only knew about it in advance, so I escaped, choosing to figure myself out rather than live for the crumbling dead wood and branches. ”

Dansur sighed.

"I didn't know it was against the sky. Trading with demons is unheard of in history...... I'm old, maybe I can go back to Turan to live out my old age, and there's no need to worry about the things at Storm Fortress. ”

"You should have expected that. Grisenda walked to the place next to Dansur "So, I must go back to Clay's tomb and retrieve my grandfather's relics." ”

"After that? Grisenda, have you ever thought about where you're going?"

Grisenda shook her head.

"Maybe I can be an adventurer, or a gem merchant, or a hunter...... I don't want to go to Storm Fortress anymore anyway, every time I see the walls, it creeps my bones. ”

"I know I can't persuade you, Glicenta, you've been stubborn since you were a child. But as your elder, I would like to remind you that you have lived in the Storm Fortress all your life, and you have never been in contact with real outsiders and the outside world, so you are easily confused. I don't think there are many people in the Exiled Kingdom who can match you, but a truly formidable opponent will never go head-to-head with you. You have to be careful, the human heart is the most terrifying. Dansur's gloomy expression was like a relief on a tombstone, but Grisenda knew that only this man was sincere to him.

"Thank you," she said, "but I can't accompany you on this journey." There's a small town ahead, and maybe I could use it as a stopover on this trip. ”

"Be careful on the road. With a wave of his right hand, a piece of yellow vellum appeared out of thin air, with strange runes carved on it, and the smell of magic reeked. "This scroll back to the city is for you, take it with you at any time. If you encounter any danger, tear it open, and it will instantly teleport you to my magic tower, protecting you in case of emergency. I know that you are arrogant, and your strength is not weak, but you still have to be careful in everything. ”

Grisenda glanced at him, and there was a rare tear in her eyes. She took the scroll, which didn't get any rain at all, it was still dry. She placed it inside her cloak, nodded her head, and disappeared into the night.