The essence is stagnant, and the appearance is emptiness. In the midst of billions of fragments, it forms an indestructible cocoon.

………………………………

Dimmy, misty. Like a faint light piercing through the crystals of chaos. Only a few large and small patches of color are left on the retina. With the unstable dìng's field of vision swaying up and down.

The edges are gradually sharpened and things become clearer. The oncoming morning breeze also licked the girl's exposed skin with the scent of grass. The cold and soft touch makes the chaotic brain sober up.

It should be early in the morning. The triad of western watchtower towers had turned into an undetectable shadow behind the two of them.

What happened? Alice thought back to her previous memories.

They arrived at the western watchtower late at night. Then he was warmly received by the guards of the outpost. Even a steaming meal was prepared - if nothing strange had been added to it.

The vampire thought he was well hidden. It's a pity that the spell-like fluctuations that are wrapped around those sentinels can be hidden from the vast majority of snowmans. But it was as dazzling as a bloody red cloth in Alice's eyes. And Anche also noticed the uncharacteristically sluggish and thin sentries of the sentinels.

It seems that this vampire is playing with the idea of a trickle. Then the corpse in the field should be the first victim.

So, a simple trap. The vampire, which wasn't that powerful, rushed out stupidly, and then Alice cut two gaps in it. Anche shot it through with an arrow.

This is not a big deal. From the beginning to the end, there are no twists and turns.

Afterwards, the sentinels regained their senses, thanked them and helped clean up the spoils, though there was nothing good about the vampire. But the vampire ashes of its heart, incinerated are valuable alchemical materials. In addition to this, there is a nice longsword as well as some miscellaneous items.

The distribution is not complicated, and the vampire's legacy is quickly gone. However, something caught Alice's attention.

It was a very peculiar thing, just in the eyes of a young girl.

Alice reached into her arms and let the horses beneath her pac leisurely along the stone path. Where the tentacles were, there was a cold, smooth curved surface—it was a mask.

It seems to be laughing but not laughing, like crying but not crying, and the material is delicate and smooth. The structure is rugged and ancient. Exactly matches the characteristics of an ancient enchanted item.

Unfortunately, there are no enchantments on it.

What can be confirmed is that this is an ordinary mask. There is nothing peculiar about it other than as an ornament, and even if you wear it, it will not suddenly be able to breathe fire and discharge, increase your body's mana, or increase your elemental resistance. Even jugglers won't accept it, after all, its lines, its style is really not very flattering.

But Alice knows that this mask is special. At least for her, it's special. She didn't know anything special about the gadget, but it would come in handy in the future.

Strange masks, weird masks.

Alice got it without much effort.

"How long do we have left?"

Anche surveyed the distant horizon. Then he squinted his eyes and replied, "There are about three hourglasses left." We're almost there. ”

"Yes. Alice whispered, "Do we need to speed up?"

"No, just keep it that pace. Anche rubbed her fingers, "We're already getting faster than expected." ”

Alice stopped talking, but quietly steered the horses under her seat. But I don't know where I flew.

[Speaking of which...... When leaving Xueman, it seems that he saw Roy. Is it a delusion?]

……………… Backtracking..................

"Well, what do you think will happen to that guy when he drinks it? Headache, foot pain, eye pain, neck pain, shoulder pain? Or all of them? I tell you, I took special care of that barrel, and it has three times the weight compared to the others! Even if it is a mammoth, I guarantee that it will take half an hour to pull its stomach!"

The tasting party in the mead field was going on in an orderly manner, and the miser Sabu Jon was rarely generous, and all the drinks were half price! The temporary expansion of seats even blocked the streets! The noisy shouting was almost comparable to the market at sunrise!

Hundreds of drunkards, walking staggering drunkards speak vague local dialects. At the wine table, they talked about business and current affairs. What kind of noise will be made to what kind of dù? Presumably, it will make the most cultivated sacrifice thunderous.

That's not the point, though. In a corner of what could be described as an outdoor quiet room, surrounded by trees and flower beds, two seemingly uncharacteristic characters are pinching their glasses and looking out somewhere in the wine field, the real heart of the tasting, the main hall where the captain of the Snowman garrison and the boss Sabjon are located.

One of them is naturally Roy with makeup. And the other one who was dancing and foaming at the mouth was Dick, his partner, temporary.

“…… His insect poison potion was so weak that I sniffed it and came up with the whole formula. Luckily, there's a little alchemy test bench there! Ha! I immediately got an enhanced version of it! I'm so lucky!"

"Lucky! What a beautiful word! What a beautiful task! Never before was it so smooth as today! We killed all the frost spiders without alarming a single mouse! The madman warlock who looked so good at first glance actually slept in broad daylight, and what was even more incredible was that when we were poisoned, covered up the traces, and wanted to come out, we could see the portkey on the right hand side! Notuna Kerr was on it, you were so kind to us!"

Roy frowned gloomily, the guy named Dick had repeatedly defied the limits of his patience since he left Rift City. It's not that his skills are not up to par - Dick is not only proficient in alchemy, but also at the level of an expert in lockpicking and pickpocketing. Even if he was a speeding messenger, he was able to pick up the opponent's saber without even noticing. When assigning the task, Roy never understood why Brinchev looked at him with such a regretful gaze.

But now he got it all right.

This guy is a hopeless tuberculosis!

"This mead is good, but I don't think the Black Thorn is much worse than it. Marlene just doesn't have the energy, but she's just a competitor, and she has to play these black, cute and full of Septin little tricks. Although we have money, we will soon have no incentive to improve the Black Thorn wine, and it may be more expensive than before. Speaking of Black Thorns, I think of the wurm inside the bee and hook again. The blend he made was just -- indescribable! You should really try it. Don't keep talking, Roy. ”

Roy let out a deep breath. He took out a bottle of alchemy that faintly shone with a miserable green glow, and even an unknown black fluid swimming in it. Then he said to Dick, "If you quarrel again, I will use this to bring you a bottle of [mixed wine], and make sure you drink not a drop left." ”

The latter immediately covered his mouth to death.

It's good, it's much quieter.

Roy put away the vial in satisfaction, it was a precious poison. He'll feel pain if it's wasted like this. He continued to observe the inside of the winery, where a dozen or so guards were leisurely fighting and farting.

Looks like it will be a little while.

At this moment, Dick's weak voice came from the side. "If I speak quietly, wouldn't it be noisy?"

Roy quietly examined the dagger under his cloak, it was good, sharp and moist. It can twinkle like a star in the moonlight. It's a great way to cut out some ridiculous heads. All it takes is an angle, a shadow, or something that grabs the attention of the other person......

"Uh...... Why are you looking at this tree like that? It looks kind of scary......" Dick suddenly felt a chill in his neck, and he couldn't help but pull his cloak.

"I'm calculating the parameters between the shadow of the moon and the shade of the tree. Soon fine. ”

At this moment, the angry shouting of the garrison captain suddenly came from the distance! Even this noisy drinking hall was suppressed, and the whole street was silent!

"Sabjon, you swore to me that the wine here was clean, and I swore to you that you would spend the rest of your life in a prison cell!!!

The chaos that suddenly detonated made almost everyone present go crazy.

"There's poison in the wine!!!" someone shouted.

"Profiteers!"

"Kill him!"

"My stomach hurts, the rabbit hurts!"

The drunkards, whose heads were already half-filled with golden liquid, angrily pounded into the hall of the mead field. They didn't dare to attack the guards, so they took out their anger at the waiters. Chairs, tables, broken wine bottles, everything that could be smashed out. There's even a mace mixed in with it! A poor head is just beaten into a rotten watermelon, and the guards turn a blind eye to this blatant murder. Soon, they escorted Sabjon, who had been beaten to death, and left. And the rest will bear the wrath of the drunkards.

Presumably no one noticed, two pitch-black shadows slipped up the side walls of the mead field, before the mob could storm the inside of the wine field. The attic window shook unnaturally.

Maybe someone saw it. But what's the use of that?