Culosius looked surprised, his body leaned forward slightly, and the hands that held the Earl's silver chair seemed to be beyond the strength of the grasp, so that the blood that disappeared from his face from time to time made his originally red face look red and white.

"Excuse me again. I don't think I heard clearly! Culosius jumped up from the earl's silver chair, grabbed the farmer's collar, and then looked left and right at the expressions of the two knights of the Knight's Valley.

"I'm sorry, my lord, we haven't checked this guy, oh, the farmer's claim." The two knights shrugged helplessly, "But about fifty or sixty miles from that farm is indeed the withered Shadow Mountains, and we have heard from the people there that lead to a land of extreme hatred of Arcana, and it has been said that there have been people there, but no one has ever seen them come back alive. ”

"I swear to Arcana, the all-powerful goddess, to the Prophet Morgan, who is in charge of the Yafen crop, O guardian of the land of Eastem, I have not lied to you. If I lie, every inch of land I have cultivated will not grow crops, and all the sweat I have put in will be lost! Ranch Sacador looked in horror at Count Culosius, Count of Jaffin, who had grabbed him by the collar.

"It's certainly not a poisonous oath, but you have to tell me again, what the hell is going on there, 1510 again." Culosius let go of his grip on the farmer's collar, preferring to believe that the farmer had lied to him.

"Yes, my lord! May Arcana bless you forever. Ranchi Saccadore's tongue was about to break into a dead knot that could not be untied, "That's it, it's like this, I'm from the Valley of the Knights."

"Getting to the point!" Culosius swallowed quickly from his secretions, his lips chapped slightly.

"I am a regular farmer from the Knight's Valley, under the successive barons." Tears welled up in Ranchi Sacadore's wrinkled eyes, and he thought that the scene seemed to bring the weak fellow back to that unfortunate past.

On the shore of the fishing sea, the wind is gentle, and the land is naturally fertile, and for farmers, there will always be heavy 'gold' growing on the black soil.

From time to time, Ranchi Sacador reached out to caress the ripe crops, and the ears of wheat were full of plump grains of rice that made him grin.

Autumn is the season of yellow and clear, and the crops are blown by the wind with the joy of hope. Even though the surrounding mountains are drab and the mountainous environment keeps the estate shrouded in a lingering mist, and the occasional thick fog gathers in the sky, it is worth it for Ranch, as the harvest has come.

It was an ordinary afternoon, and Ranchi Sacador was wielding his scythe in Maryland Manor, humming the crude lyrics from the Black Dragon Inn, and everything seemed calm. It's just that Ranchi Sacador is already sweating profusely. He had to lift his head to wipe his sweat and look at the hazy shadows of the shadow mountain range, which had always been rumors of doom. The breath of the wind changed instantly, and the fog that rolled up completely erased the story-like existence from view.

"Like a misty fairy in a white veil." Ranchi Sacador looked at the mist and found his own mood, "It has brought me the joy of a good harvest. ”

"Hey! Ranch Sakador. It's time for us to be lazy!" An old man in ragged clothes, who was also a hired farmer, couldn't hold back the excitement of the fog falling from the sky, and quietly approached him, with a smile on his face full of joy, "By the way, let me propose to you, can we let the Lord of Maryland Manor give us more grain this harvest?" ”

"That's what I thought too!" Ranchi Sacador put away his scythe in the waistband of his trousers, and then picked up a large bunch from the cut barley, "But if I were you, I wouldn't do it." Because I'll take some quietly, and the fog will lift, and I'm afraid it's going to be tomorrow. You'll have to learn a little bit, Andamel. ”

"These must have been handed over to you by your noble ancestors. That's not a bad idea! Andam, a farmer, learned what he had learned, and he took up a sheaf of cut ears from the ground.

"Boom." There was no lightning in the sky, and the rolling thunder seemed to come from outside the manor.

"It's going to rain. Go back to your own house! Andamel looked at the fog that almost stuck the heavens and the earth together, and said goodbye to Ranchi Sacador with joy.

"It's just thunder, what kind of rain is it, it's rare to rain here at this time, because my legs don't hurt." Ranch Sacador only muttered to himself, he sympathized with the plight of this authentic farmer named Andamre, but he sympathized more with the plight of his grandparents and the fact that he had been reduced to a hired farmer with no surname, and only when this acquaintance called him by his full name, he could not forget that his family had once been one of the nobles.

"Boom!" This time the rolling thunder was only a hundred steps away from Ranchi Saccadore, as if the fence of the manor was suddenly smashed by some heavy object, Ranchi Saccadore, who was never afraid of thunder, was also startled by the violent rolling thunder, he couldn't help but look at the sky, tried to breathe in the air in the manor, and suddenly was shocked, and suddenly looked back at the place where the sound came from, but the dense fog that dispersed made him unable to see anything at all, only to see the dense ears of rice within reach.

"Ahh The sound terrified Ranchi Sacadore, and it was a heart-rending scream that had clearly happened.

"Andamre!" The large bundle of wheat that Ranchi Sacador was holding was scattered on the ground, and the sudden cover of his mouth could only make him scream in his heart. He didn't have the courage to go to Andamre's house to check, but he tried to run back to his house and lock the door, but when he approached the house, the thatched hut on the roof of the house was suddenly lifted by something, and behind the scattered straw loomed a giant monster that had never been seen before, and the giant creature that was faintly visible in the dense fog waved his palm again, and the stone wall of the house was knocked down like a cake, and the stone blocks of the wall that burst and flew flew all over the sky for a while.

Ranchi Sacador burst into tears, tears suddenly gathered in his eyes, this thrilling scene made his mind blank except for the strong thought of hiding and escaping, with the help of the surrounding ears of rice, he subconsciously leaned down and lay on the ground motionless, just staring blankly at everything that happened suddenly, the monster buried its head in the thick fog, and looked carefully at the inside of the collapsed house, the scarred monster's head was like a corn in a field, The distorted facial features were covered with drooping hair like a jungle hanging vine covered with moss, scattered and embedded in the earth-colored scalp like the mountain wall, the collapsed bridge of the nose made it look like a pair of black holes, and the pendant around the neck was actually a string of goblins' dirty heads.

"O Akana! Could this be the Troll of Mount Terta Maitreya? Ranchi Sacadore's upper and lower teeth broke free from his will, and he kept bumping up and down, and his heart was pounding in horror as he crawled under the cover of the ears of rice.

"Boom." From time to time, a miserable cry echoed through the open fields, and the direction of the sound sounded like that of the manor lord Maryland's manor house.

"There's more." Ranchi Sacador was dead and tried to escape, but his limbs were as heavy as iron. Not far away, in the wheat field, there were even many unpleasant sizzling sounds, and the rickety black shadow flashed swiftly in the thick fog.

Culosius's red face was already full of disappointment, he did not find any inconsistencies in Ranchi Sacatore's statement, although he did not want to believe it, but in his heart he chose to believe it.

"Then, you're the only one left to escape. The rest are dead? Culosius's muffled questioning pulled Ranchi Sacador back to reality from the shadows of his memories, and the skeptical Coulosius wanted to ask about the strange outcome.

The farmer who was choking with his head in his arms just whispered softly, "No, no, no, it's just me, yes, it's just me." I was the only one who escaped! When I woke up, I was scared! I was stunned! I don't want to wake up again! But wake up! Never hear those horrible sounds again! I went to Andamre's quarters, to the manor's house, and saw only blood, they were all missing, and I believe they were all dead, must have been eaten by terrible trolls. Legend! The prophecy of the Book of Arcana is true! I don't want to look at them anymore, I don't want to see them again! Get lost! Get lost! ”

Ranchi Sacadore's eyes were glazed, sometimes he hid his face and wept and sometimes screamed, his words were incoherent, and Ace, the knight beside him, who was not in good shape, pressed his arms vigorously.

"This guy must be crazy. Sovereign. Seeing that Ranchi Sacador was about to break free from Ace's restraints, Fryer was well-trained, and he flew and pounced on Ranchi Saccadore, crushing him under him, making him unable to move.

"Carry him down and put him in a special care room first, and when he calms down, I will ask him carefully. You two, go to your Baron of the Knight's Valley at once, Romins, and take my orders to send a team of men to the Maryland Farmstead and its environs, and report to me as soon as there is any news. ”

Fryer and Ace handed the stunned farmer to the castle guards, who lifted the limp farmer out of the castle castle.

"Yes." They immediately accepted the order of Count Gallosius, Count of Yafen, with their heads held high.

"The undercurrent surging outside the Knight's Valley is not a sign of peace." Cullosius silently looked at the back of the knight leaving, and shook his head helplessly, "This is the second strange thing, it seems that I have to remind Walker." ”