Matt woke up from his slumber and remembered who he was for a while, but where he was unknown.

It was so dark that Matt thought he was still asleep. The moonlight could only shine through the cracks in the roof of the wooden tent, and it was only when his eyes were accustomed to the darkness that the prince could discern between the planks of the canopy where the beams were, and which were the pillars that lifted up the room.

"Ahem." Matt made a sound, indicating that he was still alive. He moved his hands and feet, they were still there, but they were firmly bound by chains, and then he remembered what had happened before, Soranda, oh no, Vanessa, had led herself all the way from Sleeping Dragon City, and they didn't trust each other, but they were wary of each other, always noisy and always reconciled until they came to this little village cursed by ghosts.

So I was really chosen by the ghosts.

Matt closed his eyes and struggled his limbs again, the chains were made of the most ordinary iron rings, but even Matt couldn't break free from such ordinary chains without being injured. He sighed in his heart, Vanessa was right, without the protection of others, he would not be able to move an inch.

"You're awake," said the face of the young man who had taken him, in the prince's sight, "I thought you wouldn't wake up before dawn." ”

"I've always been weak. Why are you tying me up? ”

"So that you don't move around when you peel the skin." The young man had a smile on his face, "You know, it took me ten years to put myself back together, and now that you are the last one, I am complete with this skin of yours." ”

"Why did it take so long?" Matt inhaled slowly, speaking slowly, "You're a ghost, it shouldn't be difficult to find someone to match you." ”

"It's not hard, but I only have a little time a year, and I can't leave this hellish place." From the direction of the young man came the chilling sound of metal clashing.

"What's that? Is it a knife? Matt tried to raise his head, but his view was blocked by the young man's body.

"It's so sharp that you don't feel any pain." When the young man turned around again, he had a thin knife in his hand. "Which side do you want to start with? Left or right? ”

I just want to stall for time.

"I'm going to die anyway," the prince made his usual weak appearance, "and I don't want to tell you your story, how did you lose most of your torso?" ”

"I didn't say you were invited to listen to the story." The young man pouted willfully, reaching out and picking up the prince's shirt.

"There is still some time before dawn," insisted Matt, "and if you satisfy my curiosity, I promise not to make any noise when peeling." ”

"What, is your magic pain-bearing?" This aroused the young man's curiosity, and Matt snorted noncommittally in reply, and the young man put down the knife in his hand, and at the same time lowered most of his guard, and nodded, "Okay, I might as well tell you where I came from." The young man lit the fire and burned his knife red on the fire, and then began his story: "Ten years ago," he said, looking at Matt's face, "well, you must have been a babbling child, and I was already a famous bounty hunter on the continent. ”

"Forgive me for taking the liberty of it," Matt said, "I live in a very isolated place, and I'm afraid I haven't had a chance to hear your name." ”

The young man saw that the prince was not sarcastic, and he did not think it was a joke, "My name is Johnson? Leonard, known as 'Dwayne the Iguana', because my magic allows me to survive in any environment, even a desert without water, an ice cave without heat, or even a crater with lava tumbling. So I became a Ranger and roamed the continent of Olops. ”

Ranger, Maitpin smacked the name, in the impression that he didn't know much, this kind of people were no different from freelancers, but knights always had knightly rules to restrict, and rangers could do whatever they wanted, they were not subject to any rules, and they did things exactly according to their own preferences, sometimes, some chambers of commerce competed with each other, and people with strong martial arts were needed to assassinate opponents, and the rangers who passed through the local area were the best choice, because they acted quickly, came and went like the wind, and did not cause trouble for themselves, Therefore, there are often many cities that welcome the arrival of rangers, and it is said that some free trade city-states such as Haken Island also have special ranger guilds, and rangers passing through here can receive a lot of gold coins just by hanging their names, and of course, in return, you will have to complete one or two tasks assigned by the guild. The guild does not judge the legitimacy of these tasks, they are only responsible for taking the tasks and collecting money, while the rangers are responsible for the specific implementation, and they break up after the fact, leaving no evidence or trouble. To put it bluntly, the rangers rarely have a sense of justice, and the sound of gold coins in their ears is incomparably more beautiful than the wailing of the dead. Bounty hunters are a little more advanced than rangers, they don't take over the work, only judge whether to take over according to the amount of the official bounty, which can somewhat ensure their legitimacy, but sometimes it is worse, several bounty hunters compete for a prey at the same time, which often causes more murders, so vicious circle, ordinary people always stay away from them, thinking that this is a group of madmen who do not want to die.

"Ten years ago, I passed through the border between the Land of Midsummer and the Land of the Sand Knights," Johnson continued, "tracking a prey to the Misty Forest. We're on the edge of the magic shield," Johnson asked Matt, "the shield, you know?" No one can survive there. Wheat nodded, and Solanda told herself, she came from the other side of the shield, and no one could pass through it without anyone opening the shield's mechanism, "I watched the man walk straight into the shield, and walked in so unscathed!" I thought I was dazzled and frantically searched for him by the shield, but found nothing, until three days later, he reappeared in front of me. ”

"Who is that man? Why is he able to walk through the shield without hindrance? Matt asked.

"His name is Ivan, and he is a descendant of the previous kings of the Land of Midsummer." Matt was shocked, but luckily the darkness covered the small movement, and Johnson continued to recall, "He was on his way to the north, probably the Land of Icemarsh, but during our battle, my teleportation compass was messed up, and I grabbed him, and we were teleported here together. Johnson looked around, "This is where I was defeated by him, and it was here that Tess was brought back to life. ”

"Come alive?" Matt was amazed, "Do you think you're still alive?" ”

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