Sticky blood kept flowing from between the fingers of Master Kongzhì, and he covered his wounds and forcibly used his sorcery to make his body slide forward for a few meters.

The moment he fell, his legs went limp, and he fell directly to the ground. He kept his eyes wide open to keep himself from falling asleep. He saw a smooth bluestone brick floor, and a few light-lit lampstands hung on the narrow walls of the opaque passageway, but the light had long since disappeared.

Looking around, he didn't find anything to hide, and he was a little desperate, was he going to die here......

Suddenly, he heard a rumbling sound behind him, and when he looked back, he actually smashed down a stone slab from top to bottom, sealing the entrance.

The magic bullet smashed into the stone slab, and only a cloud of sparks exploded. If you look closely, there is only an inconspicuous black mark on the slate.

"Damn, how can there be a mechanism here?" several shells landed on the ground with a crisp sound. The weaver bit his lip, but his hand was not slow to fill with ammunition, and with a flick of it, the revolver made a rattling sound.

"Looks like he's got some sort of mechanism in there. However, such a boulder cannot come out of it with his ability. Stream said a long sentence.

The webweaver pointed the gun in his right hand at him and said warily, "Don't come closer, I haven't fully believed you yet." To be honest, I don't trust any of you, the only reliable one here is yourself!"

"Don't shoot. Stream spread his hands, took a few steps back, and slowly moved his body closer into the shadows.

But the weaver did not dare to relax, and his eyes never left the flowing figure. She had just been silent and had approached only a few steps away from her, and if he had suddenly attacked at that time, the consequences would have been unimaginable.

"You know the mechanism?"

"Understand. The gossip said succinctly.

"Can you see what type of mechanism this mechanism is?"

"If I'm not mistaken, it should be the owner of the castle who used it to stop the enemy. It's just that I don't know if this secret passage leads to the outside of the city, and if it is, I'm afraid that Master Kongzhì may still be able to call back. ”

“…… So what to do? We didn't take precautions when the time came. ”

"He's been badly injured and can't go far. Stream replied categorically.

"How do you know?"

"You can tell if you look at the floor, there's blood. And I smell a lot of blood, he must have been wounded by your gunshot just now. ”

"Thank you for your answer. But the next time you dare to get within ten meters of me silently, I'll shoot you down!" said the webweaver coldly, putting away his two guns.

"Ahem...... Let Old Man Rong say something. No matter who the Shadow Knight is, we have to eat first, after all, we have a full stomach before we have the strength to fight. The prophet came out of nowhere and made a round.

"Okay. Anyway, I'll leave this place as soon as the snow gets lighter. Compared to being with a strange wizard, it's safer to be alone. The webweaver crossed his arms. After seeing the tragic death of the mouse, she didn't want to trust anyone anymore.

Stream silently put away the dagger, and although he didn't say a word, the look in his eyes should be similar to what the webweaver thought.

Before, it was a meal prepared by two people, the weaver and the mouse, but this time because of the accident of the mouse, everyone had no intention of cooking. I only took the leftover brown bread and a little jerky and cheese that I don't know how long I had been sitting for a night.

The dining table was not placed in the hall, but it escaped the fate of fragmentation. The three of them nibbled on hard bread at the dinner table, each sitting far enough away as if guarding against others.

The webweaver was visibly absent-minded, munching on bread and musing something, but at the slightest disturbance she would slide her hands into the place of her twin spears, ready to attack.

Liu was still the same taciturn, and the expression on his face did not change in the slightest.

I said...... It's easy for us to be taken advantage of by the 'Shadow Knights'. The Prophet said as if to break the frozen air at the table.

"Even if you say that, it doesn't prove that you're not a 'Shadow Knight'. The webweaver put down the bread and said indifferently.

"If I'm a 'Shadow Knight', then why would I reveal the 'Shadow Knight'? You don't know, it's not a good fit for me to start. The Prophet shook his head disapprovingly.

"Maybe it's a deliberate attempt to make us suspicious of each other, so that we can consume each other's strength by infighting. Just like today!" The webweaver slapped the table hard, and the black bread jumped to her feet.

"Well, your opinion of me is ingrained. The Prophet sighed, his beard blowing up, "You are indeed right, an old man like me who can't even kill a chicken, if it is really a 'shadow knight', maybe the only way to use wisdom to make you kill each other can choose." But I know I'm not ......."

"Hmph. ”

"Regardless, there's nothing wrong with knowing something about Shadow Knight. No matter which of the two of you is a wizard or a shadow knight pretending to be a wizard, you must all agree with the old man's statement. Although the old man can't fight, he has lived for so many years, and he still has some knowledge. ”

The webweaver was a little moved. The Prophet was right, they didn't know anything about "Shadow Knight", and even the term "Shadow Knight" came from the Prophet's mouth. If the Prophet is right, and there really is a "Shadow Knight" among them, then the information he says will also be very effective against the Shadow Knight.

"Prophet, please elaborate. Flowman put down the bread in his hand and stared at the Prophet with dark eyes.

"Well, then I'll start with the cultivation of the Shadow Knight......" the Prophet twisted his beard and began to speak slowly.

"Legend has it that the Catholic Church is looking for the most unruly, cunning, and talented children in its own orphanages, and sending them to the Shadow Knight Waiting Camp. Then use the most brutal teaching methods to let them learn all kinds of assassination, bluffing, and disguise skills. In the end, they will use guò cannibalism to pick out the real Shadow Knights. ”

"Every Shadow Knight is an elite in a million, but such a Shadow Knight is only a candidate, and only if they have killed an official wizard can they be considered a teacher. ”

"The youngest of them was no more than a teenager, but they were already humanoid monsters stained with the blood of several wizards. They weren't human beings at all, they were killing machines, they didn't know what they were, they were completely brainwashed by the Crusaders, but the horror was that they looked exactly like us. ”

"Many of them are also well-known wizards. …… Do you know the Blood Witch Philia from a hundred and thirty years ago?"

"The only witch Philia who has mastered many sorcery, legendary!" the webweaver opened his mouth, "you mean she's actually ...... No, it can't be, didn't Philia die fighting the Crusaders?"

"That's just the way the Wizards Guild used it in its announcements, but in fact, Philia betrayed the Wizarding Guild in that battle and killed many great wizards who mastered high sorcery. It took a lot of money for the Guild to suppress her, but because Filia's power was too great, the Guild couldn't kill her, so they had to seal her in an unknown place and wait for her to slowly grow old and die. ”

"How can this be, and how do you know this? One hundred and thirty years ago, you weren't even born!" questioned the webweaver.

"One hundred and thirty years ago, my father was fortunate enough to survive that battle. The Prophet closed his cloudy eyes, and his old bark-like hand gently stroked the smooth wooden cane: "In that battle, many people died, and the sky was full of flying scraps of flesh and stumps. Even the land was stained red with blood, corpses and blood flowed into rancid, bloody rivers, and the sorcerers were like moths, constantly throwing themselves into the war to besiege Filia......"

"Ninety percent of the people are dead, and those who can find the body can't find it...... And because the impact of this incident is so bad, their heroic deeds cannot be told to the world. Otherwise, why do you think the battle between wizards and crusaders would lose so quickly, or why do you think we are now running around like lost dogs?"

The words of the prophet were like a heavy stone that weighed on the heart of the webweaver: "I thought that Philia was a hero......"

"You're not wrong, after all, that's what the association did say when it was publicizing it to the outside world. Otherwise, what else can you do, admit that those crusaders fought beautiful battles, and successfully used their tactics to murder several of our great wizards?"

"But I think that if the 'Shadow Knight's existence is made public, at least more wizards will be aware of it. ”

The Prophet shook his head: "What would that do but cause panic." Besides, the 'Shadow Knight' is not wheat in the field, just grab a handful. Many of them won't be exposed until the critical moment, so even if you know what the 'Shadow Knight' is, what's the use? In a situation like today's, can you find out who the real murderer is?"