Heavy snow, twilight.

Harvey Griffin walked into a tavern, and the rusty brass bells hanging on the wooden door were clanged by him, and the noise in the tavern was instantly quieter, and all the travelers inside looked at the strange visitor: he was dressed in a black swordsman's suit, wrapped in a long cloak that covered half of his face, and carried a half-man-high heavy sword, but with a short whirling wooden staff pinned to his waist. The strangest thing was not his strange dress, but the fact that he was holding a baby less than a year old in his arms, wrapped in a black woolen blanket.

This is the county of Groche, on the border of the Sarazan Empire, just one from the Gleto Empire and just one Grand Canyon of Verdus. It was almost the end of the year before the end of the war, and during this time, the Imperial Alliance established the Temple of Alchemy, encouraging adventurers from all countries to clear the remnants of the aliens, or "Vault Dwellers", who remained on the Yunfu Continent.

As long as the heads of these Vault Dwellers are sent to the Refining Palace, they can be exchanged for some bounties, and a wave of purging has been set off in the entire Yunfu Continent, especially in border cities like Groscheshire, where there is an endless stream of adventurers, nothing more than going to the old sites of those Vault Dwellers to pick up leaks, people with children like Harvey are like alien beings.

Harvey was used to this kind of look, so he slapped the snow off his body and walked to the corner with the child in his arms and sat down. Curiosity was a moment, and people stopped paying attention to the anomaly and started talking about their own topics, although Harvey also heard some people talking about whether he was in the human trafficking business.

"What do you need?"

The bartender stubbornly walked over and asked cautiously. Harvey smiled slightly, pulled out a gold coin in his hand and handed it to the sommelier. "Please give me some warm goat's milk. The bartender was pleasantly surprised to take the gold coin, this strange guest was very generous, and the shot was a gold coin, unlike some adventurers, who were reluctant to give even a few copper coins in tips.

"Do you have any good wine recommendations?"

"Of course, that's our local specialty, Groche Stout! This is a ..... made from selected wheat," the bartender introduced attentively, and such a generous guest could not meet a single one for several years, maybe he would be happy, and he could be rewarded with another gold coin. Thinking like this, the bartender smiled and blushed.

"Then have a glass of Groche. Harvey interrupted the bartender and stopped talking. The bartender hurriedly responded with a smile, and hurried to the kitchen to give orders, lest it be slow. Soon everything was ready, and the bartender waited beside him with a smile on his face, and he didn't see Harvey make any movement for a long time, his face changed instantly, and he walked away angrily.

"Human beings are really greedy. Harvey muttered to himself.

This year's winter seems to be earlier than usual, and the farther north you go from the Sarazan Empire, the colder it gets. Harvey looked at the baby's face flushed with cold, and fell into deep thought. The long run has made this baby extremely weak, and he must make decisions, otherwise all these efforts will be in vain. Harvey gulped down the stout, the cold liquid cascading down his throat and stimulating his cranial nerves.

He carefully poured the warm goat's milk into his rattan skin water bag, and when he had finished his things, he walked out of the tavern. The ringing of the bell signaled the departure of the guests.

Soon after, the door of the tavern was violently kicked open, the brass bell was bounced to the ground, and a group of mermaids in silver armor rushed in, surrounding the entire tavern, and it was not until the people in the tavern came back to their senses that they could see the faces of this group of uninvited guests.

"Knights in Silver Armor!"

"It's the Silver Knight!"

"How could the Silver-Armored Knight come to such a place?" began to whisper to the people around them, all of them worried. The Silver Cavalry is a backbone of the Knight Temple of the Sarazan Empire, and in order to become a member of the Silver Knights, in addition to having strong strength, they must also have a strong heart and absolute loyalty to the Holy Light Goddess and the Knight Temple.

The war has been over for a long time, and the Imperial Allies have long since gone back to recuperate, but such a force has suddenly appeared in a remote place like Grosshire, which can't help but make people think, it can't be said that these high-level knights want to grab heads and share bounties with those adventurers and rangers.

The people who walked in afterwards made these people instantly quiet, and they didn't even dare to breathe loudly. Fabre Quilin holds a silver helmet in his left hand and a parchment dossier in his right hand. His neat short hair was interspersed with a few snowflakes, and his eyes were piercing the tavern, and there was a scar on his face that snaked from his right eye to his thin chin. On the chest of his silver armor, next to the burning Sarazan totem, there was a six-pointed star pattern, the symbol of the High Overseer.

Fabre walked straight to the counter and spread out the parchment roll to the stunned bartender: "Have you ever seen this person?"

The faint tone made the back of the bartender feel cold, and he had a feeling that his head would fall off at any time. Looking at the bartender's stunned appearance, Fabre's eyes revealed a trace of impatience, he could not spend time here. Fabre knocked heavily on the counter before the sommelier came to his senses and looked at the parchment.

On the parchment scroll is a portrait of a man, very young with clear eyebrows. After reading it, the bartender said affirmatively, "No...."

Fabre frowned after hearing the answer, at this time, all the shops had already closed, and he had followed the trail to Groscheshire to resupply, and there was no other reasonable location except this tavern.

The bartender looked at Fabre's thinking appearance, his eyes rolled, it seems that this lord is not so difficult to speak, he is looking for someone, if I provide some clues, maybe the officer will be happy, and he can also reward some gold coins, these are silver knights! Then the bartender remembered the strange man who came not long ago, hum, blame yourself.

"My lord, although I have not seen the person in the portrait, there is a person who looks like him, but he is wrapped in a cloak and cannot see the face clearly. As he spoke, the bartender poured Fabre a glass of dark beer, and Fabre raised his eyebrows and motioned for the bartender to continue.

"That man was dressed very strangely, carrying a big sword on his back, but he had a magic wand at his waist, and the most strange thing was that he was actually holding a child!

I see, Fabre got the answer he wanted, so he stood up, looked at the bartender with an expressionless face, and said indifferently: "The Holy Light Goddess is above, thank you for the clues. After saying that, he threw a small bag of gold coins on the counter, took the dark beer on the counter and walked out of the door, and the bartender was surprised to look back and forth with the gold coin bag.

"Draw the new features as soon as possible, he's got the Garan Heavy Sword, which is not good news for us. Fabre instructed Captain Cotton.

"Yes, Overseer. Cotton replied, looking at the tavern after a moment's thought, "Overseer, the people inside..."

Fabre smiled coldly, and spilled all the dark beer in his hand, which had formed a thin layer of ice flowers, in front of the tavern.

"The Goddess of Light will thank them for their efforts. ”

Knowing this, Cotton drew his silver-hilted sword and led the knights into the tavern again.

The snow is getting heavier and heavier, engulfing all sounds and covering all the blood....