When the rain stopped, it was the next morning - the darkness was still there, and in Herulandol, the adventurers did their own thing, and did not rejoice that the rain had stopped - the rain always had to fall again, and only after this darkness day after day could it be regarded as a joyful beginning. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Brugg lay in the tavern—when he lifted his heavy head, and when he awoke, still dazed—he looked at the tavern where there was no one, and the owner cleaned up the mess with the others.

"You're awake, you ran in last night yelling, I thought you were swallowed up in the darkness, Ironia bless you. The tavernkeeper saw Brugg look up, his red, swollen eyes showing how bad he had been last night.

"Oh! yes!" Brugg listened to the tavernkeeper's reminder and patted his head hard to sober himself up, "Where's Elliott!

"What the hell is wrong with you - you ran in last night and shouted that there was a female ghost and called Elliot's name, and if they hadn't drunk you and knocked you down, I'm afraid you'd really drag people out and do something ridiculous. The tavern keeper said.

"Drunk me?!Oh!You are so disgusting--this is a very important thing!Elliot is very likely to be in danger! I hurt him! I didn't make it clear to him sooner!" Brueger became more and more sober and annoyed, "is it the next day? ”

With that, Brugg slammed his hand on the table in grief.

"Danger? What are you talking about? Elliot has nothing to worry about - you have something else to worry about. The tavernkeeper shrugged his shoulders.

"You won't understand what we encountered last night!"

"Whoever wants to know what you've encountered, come back tonight if you want to say it - maybe Elliott will come back and talk to you about this funny ghost story!"

"What do you mean by that? Come back? Where did Elliot go? He ...... He's still alive?!" Brugg jumped to his feet, his face flushed.

"Yes—he seems to have accepted a commission, and came here not long ago to ask for a drink, and went into Aesop's Forest. The tavern keeper said.

"How is this possible? What commission did he accept?" said Brugg in amazement.

"Who knows, it seems to have accepted a commission from a little girl. The little girl had been to the tavern not long ago—perhaps trying to get Elliott to help her find something. The tavernkeeper's words shocked Brugg, and he was stunned for a long time unable to utter a word—the tavernkeeper had seen so much of these people who were in a state of flux, and did not care at all, and went on with the work he was doing—and such a life was for him.

It seems to be full of danger, but it can still get by.

At this point, Elliott and Phytenay are advancing through the Aesop Forest.

Elliott was once again amazed at Fitney's behavior—the maiden moved freely through the forest, every step as if she were in the back garden of her own home—there were no roads in the forest, and the irregular protrusion of tree roots from the ground and the bushes that stood in the way would make a short stretch of the road breathless.

But when Elliott felt the heat on his face, Fitney's expression didn't change in the slightest.

"Hey, you're really amazing. Elliott couldn't help but say, "You look like you've been living in Aesop's Forest." ”

Elliott did his best to make it clear—he sweated at the thought of Dracula, though she seemed to be gone, and there were only three people in the line.

"Hee-hee, what a stupid human being. Dracula had now reverted back to his elusive form, floating in the air, looking at Elliot and amused—she could sense the human psyche because she had tasted Elliott's blood.

"It's not something you should think about. Fitney said.

"But I've told you so much - I don't expect you to pay me anything, but I'll have to tell me why you're coming to Winchett's grave, right?"

"Why don't you go? You've already found the altar, and you're just a step away from that treasure. ”

"Be grateful, be grateful—he's done me a great favor, and I don't think I'd better bother him. Elliott paused and said.

Fitney ignored him.

A thief's gratitude?

Suddenly, the wind sounded - it seemed that a gust of wind was blowing from not far away.

"How can there be such a strong wind this season?" said Elliott, surprised.

"It's not the wind, it's the carriage. Fitney paused, and Vlad had already taken the lead in covering Elliott's mouth, "Be quiet. ”

Elliott felt that Fitney's caution seemed excessive—and yet he could not express any opinion at this time.

Fitney stepped forward, squatting down outside a bush with Vlad and Elliott, whom he had covered his mouth—a carriage speeding past through the gap between the leaves.

"This is the emblem of the Duchy of Ansendil!" said Elliot as it walked away.

Fitnair didn't speak, she was more familiar with the dead tree emblem of the Duchy of Ansendir than Elliott.

That must have happened a long time ago, right?

"You seem to be wary of the Duchy of Ansendil! Oh, maybe it's because you're a nobleman of the Luther kingdom - I don't understand the battle of your nobles. Elliot muttered to herself.

Fitnair was silent for a moment, then she continued with Elliott towards Ludran.

"Have you ever been to the Duchy of Ansendil?" said Fitney suddenly.

"Of course, I knew that I spent some time in the Duchy of Ansendir when I escaped from the Gabriel family. ”

"They've changed leaders, right?"

"Yes, Archduke Ansendier died a year ago - but the new Archduke was just a child, and I heard his name was Lusenda? ”

Fitney never spoke again.

Lusenda Ansendil is only 10 years old this year, and such a child cannot control the whole country. But the politics of the Duchy of Ansendire were not controlled by any other family - but why should anyone else control it?

Her formidable foe had taken control of the country.

Darkness - Fitnair looked up slightly, she could feel herself surrounded by darkness, the darkness that had overwhelmed her by this time had become something very familiar to her.

Fitney took a deep breath, a hint of gloom flashing in his blue-purple eyes.

"Keep walking. She said to Elliott, stepping forward without looking back.