Carlos sat in the carriage and woke up from his dream.

In the administrative region of Eastern Cyprus in March, the morning mist has just lifted.

In the lonely wilderness outside the town of Yanjing, the crow whimpered twice and then fled into the sky like an arrow, disappearing into the sky that was forever overcast.

A newspaper scented with ink was clutched tightly in the palm of a white and delicate hand.

Outlined in thick brushstrokes, the large, striking black title.

- Suddenly! Urgent Demon Invasion Event!

Carlos turned his head to look out the car window at the rotten wood forest in the distance, and a faint sadness appeared on his face.

A gentle breeze blows into the car.

After a while, Carlos felt that his chest was no longer so boring, and he began to get a little tired of the sky outside the car that seemed to be forever gray.

He retracted his gaze and spoke to the wire grid fence at the barrier of the carriage:

"Uncle, old place!"

The old coachman owed a slight owe and answered respectfully.

"Okay, young master. ”

Carlos was thinking about something.

I saw a tall man riding a chestnut-haired armed horse galloping towards him.

Soon the carriage passed by the armed horse.

Through the window of the carriage, Carlos saw a burst shotgun stuffed into the leather holster on the man's belt, and at the same time noticed that the middle-aged man's brown hair and slightly cunning eyes quickly swept into the carriage and swirled around his face.

It's just a brief moment.

Then, in the dust, a powerful air current blew Carlos's black hair in the carriage, and the neat sea of streams quickly rolled up, revealing a dull scarlet mark in the center of his forehead.

"Abyss hunters, it's coming so fast, I guess the abyss disaster has spread, and those damn underground demon mud legs will soon find out, right?"

Carlos frowned slightly, a hint of nervousness on his frosty face.

When the sun climbed the treetops, the carriage came to a small hillside on the outer edge of the rotten woods.

In a treehouse on a hundred-year-old banyan tree, someone has been waiting for Carlos for a long time.

This is an agreed peer gathering.

Sidis, with his gold-rimmed glasses, was a skinny boy whose father had been in the salt mining business for some years with Carlos' family, the Stevenson family.

Myopic looked at the pock-faced girl sitting opposite him, and said angrily in a playful tone:

"Malt, what's the matter with you? ”

The little girl cowered her neck cowardly and turned her head to bury her gaze in the dark corner of the treehouse.

The tall short-haired red boy beside him glared at him fiercely.

"Miss Reina, but Carlos personally invited you, but you Sidis, dare to squint at people and call her nickname in formal conversations, be careful that I unscrew off the frame of your glasses as a cannon!"

The eyes in the myopic glasses instantly showed confusion and anger, but immediately a wry smile appeared on his face.

"Don't say that. Since it was an invitation from Master Carlos, of course I don't have any opinion. By the way, did you meet a bounty hunter on the way here?"

Coman, the little fat man who shrunk his neck and gnawed chicken feet on the side, temporarily put down the work in his mouth, subconsciously glanced around, and then moved his fat body restlessly, and took over the conversation.

"It's not just bounty hunters, I think I saw black hats when I went up the mountain. ”

The Black Hat is a group of people in the Sword Pavilion organization of the Imperial Light Empire who are responsible for arresting and punishing crimes, and the followers of the Sword Pavilion are their official identity, because they always wear black trench coats, and they are often nicknamed 'Black Hats' behind their backs.

"How could those guys come all the way to our place. ”

The little fat man Koman shrugged, turned his eyes into a mysterious look, and interjected: "I heard that a wanderer from Fine Forest City in the tavern last night drank a whole night's wine. I wiped my tears while drinking. ”

Nearsightedness, Sidis's eyes turned, dragging his cheeks.

"Xilin City is a medium-sized city, it shouldn't be too likely to be attacked by the tide of strange beasts, why would anyone wander here. ”

When the tall Charles heard this, his straight and thick eyebrows were twisted together, and he still didn't speak.

The malt was still squeezed into the innermost corner of the treehouse, there was no movement, and the small place was self-contained, as if it had been abandoned from the field of vision of other friends.

At this moment, a figure blocked the light and shadow at the door of the treehouse, and quickly burrowed into the house.

Malt's originally gloomy expression brightened up, like a dazzling star flashing in the dim night sky.

Carlos laughed and slipped into the treehouse.

He said a brief hello to the other four and sat down at the entrance of the treehouse.

The nearsighted eye kindly informed Carlos of what he had just discussed.

As a young master of an aristocratic family, Carlos had read many books and understood many truths that they did not understand, so his opinions were always highly respected.

After listening to their rambling descriptions.

Carlos tapped his index finger gracefully to his forehead and pondered.

"The bounty hunters met one on the way, and it seemed to be related to hunting, and as for the black hats, they might have come to hunt down the criminals who had mixed in with their bounty hunters. ”

The tall red-haired man sneered at the corners of his mouth.

"What can we hunt here, alien beasts or demonic mud legs?"

The short-sighted Sidis looked at Carlos curiously and said, "Mayor Mori, didn't you reveal anything?"

Carlos didn't think about it, and replied angrily.

"My father is just the head of a town, what can he know about the inside story, can he still ask about the arrest of the Sword Pavilion?"

The short-sighted Sidis wanted to say that although he was only the mayor of the town, he was also the only hereditary nobleman in the real East Cyprus administrative region!

Carlos smiled and pulled out a piece of chocolate from his pocket and slapped away the fat paw that little fat man Koman reached for.

Break the chocolate in half.

First, he handed a piece of malt in the corner, threw the rest to the eager Koman, and then asked, "Your father, Lord Augusta, why did you allow you to come out today?"

Koman chewed on the sweet chocolate, his mouth slurred.

"Hehe, the steam engine broke down this morning, and I slipped out while he was in a spare time for maintenance. ”

Carlos was slightly stunned, the fat father Augusta, as the only steam engine guardian in the town, usually took good care of his precious steam engine like gold, how could it suddenly break down without warning.

Besides, when he left the town, he didn't notice anything wrong with the salt well.

If the steam engine fails...

The salt well should be shut down.

Carlos frowned slightly, thinking, a hint of foreboding in his heart.

At this time.

There was a creaking and creaking sound of wooden planks grinding against the walls of the treehouse.

Everyone was stunned, and then followed.

A roar came from the top of the treehouse, accompanied by a loud noise of steam turbines.

"Buzz!"

The wind and waves stirred by the large gear propeller brought a huge wave of air in an instant, stirring up the branches and leaves around the treehouse.

The branches of the bushes swayed and made a rustling sound.

The treehouse shook as well.

The tall Char, leaning against the door of the treehouse, poked his head out, looked out, and then retracted his neck.

"It's the Overseer... Airship!"

A loud roar swept over the crowd's heads, and Char roared loudly in the treehouse.

Char's voice was quickly drowned out by a loud noise, and the entire treehouse seemed to be covered by a brass bell, and the surface of the bell was being hammered violently, and the dizziness quickly swept through their nerves.

"Why does this airship fly so low?"

Koman, against a powerful wave of air, also looked outside and shouted.

No one could give an answer, so everyone covered their ears and curled up.

Carlos was dizzy and cracked, and what was even more terrifying was that the center of his forehead was covered by a sea of thick white hair, faintly flashing a trace of red light, and then a sharp cramping sensation came from his forehead and chest.

"Really here?"

Carlos cursed, groping his fingers on the cuffs, pinching a pocket watch in the palm of his hand, his fingertips slowly flicking the pocket watch gears, and a black spherical bead soon appeared in the center of the dial.

This strange scene on the forehead happened to be bumped into by the malt who looked uneasy on the side,

Carlos could only smile bitterly at her.

Then it was quickly covered by beads of sweat the size of beans rolling down his forehead.

Malt stepped forward and reached out to put her little hand on Carlos's shoulder, but was forced to let go of it abruptly by a scorching heat, and the girl exclaimed.

"Ah, Master Carlos... What's wrong with you?"

It's a pity that in the roar of the huge steam engine, the other three friends don't seem to hear anything.

Malt was so anxious that she almost cried.

It was as if the Overseer airship hovering above the treehouse rolled up a huge wind and waves, and penetrated into the treehouse in bursts.

The emaciated malt gritted her silver teeth, one hand gripped the end of the vine in the treehouse, and the other reached over and tugged at the shoulder of the tall, red-haired man.

Finally, Char felt the girl's movements.

He reached out to cover one of his ears and leaned closer to Malt and asked loudly.

"What, what's the problem?"

"Yes, Carlos. ”

The girl screamed, her thin arms gesturing to the spot where Carlos had fainted.

But when she looked at it again, she saw that the corner of the tree house was empty.

And Carlos.