From a distance, the town of Booma is quiet and peaceful.

But when the distance got closer, it was eerily quiet.

There wasn't a single sound.

There were no insects, no dogs, and neither the vigilantes who were supposed to be at the gate of the town.

Peters immediately stopped the carriage.

He clenched the hilt of his sword with one hand and tapped the carriage with the other.

Knock, knock.

By the time Peters made the first sound, Jason had pushed open the door and stepped down, and earlier he had sniffed around.

There is no smell of any food.

Looking at the town that was so quiet again, a little uneasiness immediately rose from the bottom of Jason's heart.

This feeling made him instinctively think of the first time he stood in front of the door of the 'Moon Mask' and was about to push the door open, without hesitation, Jason asked, "Is there any other option?" ”

"Yes!"

"About 20 miles from the town of Boomer, there is also a village."

Peters affirmed.

"Go to that village and rest."

With that, Jason boarded the carriage.

Then Peters turned the carriage around and headed for the village.

And just after Jason's carriage left, the traces of the wheels and hooves they left on the ground when they left disappeared.

It's as if an invisible person has swept it all away.

……

About two hours later, a group of twenty people suddenly appeared in the distance of Boomer, wearing uniform red uniforms, black hats, long white legs, and black boots.

Each of the horses he rode was tall and straight, with slender limbs and swift running.

It was only four or five breaths from afar to Boomertown.

And, when stopped, everyone was in unison.

"Captain, the traces are gone here."

One of them crouched down on the ground and searched carefully, and then subconsciously looked at the strange town of Boomer.

"Heh, it's just a ghost."

"There are too many such tricks on the mysterious side."

"Not to mention the heir to the 'Cat Hole'."

"However, he will also play such a little trick, and we have far more secret skills of real combat than he knows!"

"Him?"

"Vulnerable!"

The man in the lead sneered, and then waved his hand.

Suddenly, the whole team rushed in.

The confident leader was no exception.

However, when the horses rushed into the town of Boomer, the sound of the horses' hooves disappeared.

Even the horseshoe marks left outside the town disappeared with them.

Not just the neighborhood, but the horseshoe marks of their journey.

It seems that they have never been here.

Or rather......

They didn't even exist.

……

City of Taure, ruins.

After a long day of cleaning, the remnants of the 'Dark Keepers' of Tauer were finally found in the ruins.

There are no intact corpses.

The energy generated by the center of the explosion directly shredded them.

In fact, these are the 'Dark Keepers', if they were ordinary people, I am afraid that there would be no bones left.

After relying on some means on the mysterious side to confirm the identities of all the 'Dark Guardians', the adjutant walked into the makeshift tent with a serious face.

Inside the tent, Baron Marlor, dressed in a light-colored knight's suit, wearing riding boots, and holding several secret letters in his hand, was reading carefully.

As the person in charge of this emergency in Taur City, this Baron Malor is not very old, in his early thirties, his face is mature and handsome, especially when he is serious, his eyes are even more bright.

The adjutant did not say anything, but waited quietly.

It wasn't until Mallor had put down all the letters that he handed the report up.

"Everyone, including Cronin, is wiped out?!"

Looking at this report, even though Baron Mallor had already prepared in his heart, he still frowned.

Because, he knew very well what it meant to lose a whole team of 'Dark Defenders'.

Not to mention that each 'Dark Guardian' is an extremely talented person in itself, and they are all piled up with countless resources, just the forces and organizations represented behind these people are enough to give people a headache.

The genres of the old times are long gone.

However, new forces and organizations have also been established.

Just like him, the 'new aristocracy'.

They are all the winners of the last war.

And he was even luckier.

He, inheriting his father's 'spoils', became a baron among the new nobles.

Thinking about the meaning of this mission.

Plotting for the greatest benefit, the baron spoke slowly.

"1. Intensify efforts to search for members of the 'Revival Society'."

"2. Verify whether the 'Piper' is true or false."

"3, block all the news here, and those who escaped, all of them will be disposed of."

In a calm tone, he said extremely cruel things.

The adjutant was not surprised at all.

He was well aware of his chief's style.

"Yes, sir."

The adjutant bowed and turned to leave the tent.

The baron sat down in his chair again, and once again picked up the secret letter on the table.

These secret letters are from Jadanlen.

It contains detailed records of Peters' recent years.

Had it not been for the conclusive testimony of a dozen eyewitnesses, the baron would not have believed that the heir of the 'Cat Cave' had chosen to be a coachman, so he sent someone to contact Jedanron's secret agents.

And now?

The baron knew his chance had come.

The baron couldn't help but smile at the information on the MeSign that the heir of the 'Cat Cave' had become a chauffleman of a graduate of the 'Griffon Camp' and headed for the harbor of 'Hans'.

The graduates of that 'griffon camp' don't matter at all.

Although it is a 'griffon camp', it is a small place like Jadanlen, and it is not a 'griffin camp' in Goldsay.

What he needs is a 'Cat Hole' heir.

The guy who is remembered by a lot of big people in the Federation.

He had already sent a team of cronies to arrest him.

Just grabbing the other person, or bringing back the other person's corpse, is enough to make him stand out among the new nobles.

Maybe the knighthood can be upgraded to another level.

Your Excellency Viscount Mallor?

No, Lord Viscount Marlore!

That's a nice name.

Thinking of the bright future, the corners of the baron's mouth curled up in a larger arc.

But the next moment, the smile on the baron's face froze.

His face turned extremely pale.

And then......

Burst!

A mouthful of blood spurted out.

However, Baron Mallor did not bother to wipe the blood, and he lowered his head to twist the ring on his left index finger.

It's the ring to communicate with his cronies.

He needed to know what was happening and why one person died.

But just as his finger was about to touch the ring—

Puff puff!

Nineteen mouthfuls of blood spurted out uncontrollably.

If the baron's face was pale before, this time he was like a dead man.

Moreover, he could no longer sit still.

Just plopped and fell to the ground.

The guards on duty outside the door heard the strange noise and immediately rushed in.

The next moment-

"Come on, Lord Baron has fainted."

Then!

"Come on!"

"Lord Baron seems to be ......"

"Dead!"

Suddenly, the camp was in chaos.

At this time, Jason happened to fall asleep.