Carlos took a breath.

There was wonder in the big eyes.

Bang!

A white mist lifted.

The raven disappeared, and two middle-aged men appeared in front of him.

A burly man in black looked at him with a parroted nose, while the other, dressed in a gray cloak and with an iron arm, turned out to be a severed hand.

They wrap their faces in woollen scarves, revealing only their eyes and noses for breathing. Due to the wearing of several layers of black wool and leather, it looks a little bloated.

It seems that the black mage is also afraid of the cold.

"Boy, what are you doing here?" asked the man in black.

"Who are you, a raven?"

The two looked at each other helplessly.

"Boy, ravens don't fly up walls. The other chuckled and shrugged, "As long as you don't fall, we're not responsible." ”

The wind on the walls was so strong that it was bitterly cold on the people, and the wind tore Carlos's clothes like an eager lover.

The passage was wide, so Carlos didn't have to worry about falling, but the slate walls were too slippery, and the passage was covered with gravel, but the long stamping had already smoothed the ground, so the ice gradually filled the gaps between the gravel and swallowed up the gravel.

Carlos saw a low gate in the passage of the city wall behind them, and he leaned over to look through the gap between the two, and vaguely saw the dim light of the brazier coming from inside, and felt a slight warmth.

Without a cloak when he went out, Carlos' black hair was wet with snowflakes, and his forehead hair was wet against his cheeks.

Carlos looked at the two of them and suddenly said, "You say ravens don't fly up the walls?"

"Of course, there is no wheat to feed them here, and it is very windy here for resting. ”

"So, what is it?" Carlos raised his hand and pointed to the battlement behind the two, where a gray-billed raven stopped, coldly injecting the three men on the wall.

The two of them were stunned when they heard Mr. Yan, raised their eyes in a little fog, and turned their heads to look.

The two black magicians saw the ravens with black feathers and sharp eyes out of the corners, and without saying a word, they turned and walked away, burrowing into the low watchtower where the brazier was burning.

Suddenly, Carlos was left alone on the wall, and a gray-billed raven.

Fortunately, I have just seen the situation in front of me.

Not too much panic.

He didn't sense danger in the other person's eyes.

Guess these people are dark magicians who control the elements, and that's what Du Buyi said last night.

Raven scared away the two black mages and looked at Carlos calmly.

Carlos looked back at it too, blinking.

"Stevenson's boy. Raven spoke.

Carlos didn't look away immediately, the corners of his mouth hooked, and he raised an eyebrow at him, blinking. There are no words, the meaning is obvious: if you have something to say, say it quickly!

His exposed cheeks were red from the cold, and his feet were already protesting.

"I'm Cook, from the Wisdom Society. ”

Carlos frowned, it was a secret organization initiated by the High Dark Mage to unite the Alliance Races of the Imperial Light Empire, which was initiated by the original High Mage with the mission of protecting the entire world from the corrupting of the world by underground demons.

It is an organization independent of the Imperial Empire's system of government, and their credo is the exact opposite of what radical wizards believe, allowing demons to destroy the decaying world and then re-establish order.

Carlos looked a little cautious, not understanding what such a man could find him.

The other party didn't intend to see people with his true face, so Carlos said to the raven: "So, what is the matter with your Excellency looking for me?"

Raven Cook stared at Carlos and said something inexplicable.

"You see how good the world is, but I foresee the future from you, and see the burning shadow that is about to swallow the world. ”

Carlos was speechless.

I wanted to ask in detail, but the other party was not interested in answering.

With that, the raven flapped its wings and quickly fell from the wall.

Carlos leaned on the wall and peeked down through the opening in the battlements.

The wind roared in his ears, and the rubble creaked beneath his feet.

The raven's shadow glowed like a diamond, winding towards the sky, rising like a multicolored bow before finally falling and disappearing into the northern horizon.

A majestic red sun, rising from the distant horizon, fell on Carlos's face.

He didn't find the expected messenger raven, so he could only walk back slowly.

Walking past a huge trebuchet as high as a city wall, its base sunk deep into the wall, the throwing arm was removed for repair, but forgot to put it back on, so it lay there like a broken toy, half-hidden in the ice.

From the other side of the trebuchet came a panting question: "Master Carlos, why did you get here!"

Carlos stopped and saw that it was Conrad and Soley.

"It's lost, it's so cold in here. Carlos said.

Conrad walked towards him.

He wore layers of fur and leather, and looked even more burly and strong, with the hood of his cloak pulled down to cover his face.

"yes, it's cold," he said, pulling back the scarf that covered his mouth. "But it's not like a place where you can get lost. ”

Carlos watched as he carried a heavy spear with an iron head that was taller than the others, and his sword was holstered and hung at his waist.

Beside him, the tall Soli had a shiny black silver-inlaid horn on his chest.

"It's not easy to get lost here, but you can inside. "You have someone make a map and send it back to my house." ”

"Okay, boy, are you still going to see your apprentices' new training ground?" Solley assured Carlos as he handed him a white fur coat.

Carlos stroked the wide fur coat, took one last look at the Sword Master's Harbor outside the city walls, turned around and asked, "How did you find here?" ”

Fat Conrad pointed to a tower behind him.

"Murray drew the draw for today's day shift. He was on the watchtower, and when he saw you climbing the wall alone, the two of us rushed over. ”

Carlos looked at the top of the castle and smiled lightly, "Conrad and Soley, did Maclean's let you train?"

"Not yet. "But Murray has been allowed to train, and he can even compete with a midshipman this morning, and he doesn't drop his sword as much as he used to." ”

"Maogua?"

The corners of Soley's mouth glanced at Conrad, who did look like a hairy melon in his bulky clothes.

"A short man with two tricky ears. He saw Fat Conrad alone in the corner practicing sword raising, so he ran over to teach him. Conrad still hadn't even learned the correct posture of holding the sword, so they canceled him as a gourd. ”

Conrad argued, "Instructor Maclean's said I have a talent for being a heavy knight, and I don't have to practice that boring sword art now." ”

"You're just strong, not talented. Soli pouted.

"Strength is also a kind of talent. Carlos said with a smile, and the three of them returned together in the newborn sun.