Under the cloak, Luciana's body trembled slightly, like a frightened fawn. "Send ...... Send me to Poimburu. She bit her lip tightly, but as soon as she opened her mouth, the choked sound could not be suppressed, and wisps escaped from the depths of her throat. There were so many things hidden in Essiu's eyes that she hadn't yet faced, and there were mountains of corpses, a sea of blood, and an endless rush of violence beneath the calm surface. If she hadn't faced it herself, it would have been hard for Luciana to imagine that someone would have such contradictory eyes, and the peerless silence and extreme mania coexisted in it, like a glacial magma strangling each other.

"Estheu!" Kia, who was on the side, kicked Eshu hard under the table, "It's too much." He was right across from Estheu, and he saw the change in Estheu's eyes. For a moment, Kia even had the illusion that it was not a young man named Esher Baranduk sitting across from him, but the head of the Inquisition who had taken off his sunglasses.

The ghostly look in his eyes...... A disturbing voice rang out in Kea's head repeatedly.

It's too much of a resemblance.

"There is nothing that can be done." Estheu refused, "I'm nominally a mercenary employed by Livingston now, and my team needs to be stationed in Silverlake until further instructions from my employer. He made a gesture of please, "Forgive me, please go back." ”

For the first time, Luciana did not continue to pester, just as she had done to Estheu in the Mendelssohn Mountains. Maybe it's because Fang Cai's eyes are too intimidating. She got up in despair, walked out of the tavern like a puppet. The slightly thin figure under the cloak is out of place in the lively tavern, like a pale stick figure. Kia watched Luciana leave, a little unbearable. He turned his head and looked at Eshu solemnly, "Is this necessary?" She saved your life after all! ”

"I know, so I allowed her to be willful one last time, but the conditions didn't allow it." "You weren't the one who was rescued in the Mendelssohn Mountains, and you don't know how terrible she was. ”

"Terrible?" Kea suspected that Esher had used the wrong word.

"Didn't you feel it when she called you out just now?" Eshu slowly stood up, "Let's get out of here first, the smell of alcohol here makes my head ache faintly." ”

The two walked to the door of the tavern, and suddenly one of them recklessly slammed the curtain open. The other man didn't seem to expect someone behind the curtain, and he didn't stop for a moment, and his head was heavily pressed against Estheau's shoulder blade, which was the wound he had been pierced by the Avenger's arrow. Kia saw Eshy's face twitch violently, and his facial features seemed to tremble in sudden pain.

"Huh, Essho?" The reckless man turned out to be Anson, who seemed to have galloped to the tavern. He leaned against the door and took a few quick breaths, "Raven—there's someone from Ravenston." Salamane is receiving them. ”

"Them?" Kea keenly noticed Anson's wording, "How many people are here?" ”

"How many?" Anson was stunned for a moment and thought for a moment, "There are many, about forty or fifty." Seeing that Kia's expression was different, he added: "There are only two leaders." One was a man I had seen before, and another was an old man who looked quite gentle. ”

Esher and Kia looked at each other and nodded. They could all roughly guess the identity of the person, and the man was naturally Gelbod, who had signed the employment agreement with them in the first place. As for the old man who walked with Gelbord, it should be Viscount Ivanles, who was dubbed the "Pillar of the North" by Brochette in "Pandezhi".

……

"Ma'am, the Order's Forty-Eight Squad of Mercenaries has sent you to Silverlake as promised. The pact has been made, and we're leaving. The captain walked to the carriage and meticulously reported through the curtains, "It was a pleasant experience to walk with you, and I hope to see you again in the future." ”

"Hmm." Luciana curled up in the corner of the carriage and replied in a reluctant. Her body was still chilling. After leaving the tavern, she sadly finds herself confronted with a practical and brutal problem: she doesn't have a backup plan to make up for it when it backfires. She had escaped from Issos on a spur of the haul, and even her initial route had only ended in Silverlake. After picking up the mortally wounded and dying Esher in the Mendelssohn Mountains, she was overjoyed to think that the man, who fit perfectly with the content of the long prophetic poem, would be the final piece of the puzzle of her plan. But there was one thing she didn't calculate, and that was that Essho wasn't that easy to handle. Although she had the upper hand between the two for a while, Esher still held on to the last position, as tough as a stubborn rock. He even did the same, turning a life-saving grace that was difficult to repay into a bargaining chip transaction for you and me. When Luciana ran out of chips and the two cleared, the only weapon she had left was the little girl's stalker. Of course, the blunt knife she had tried so hard in Issos was almost instantly swallowed by Estheus's cold gaze.

The footsteps outside the carriage faded away, and Luciana barely poked her head out and called out to the captain: "Wait! ”

"Ma'am, is there anything else?" The captain walked back to the carriage and saw Luciana turn back into the carriage, as if looking for something.

"Bring this back, I don't need it anymore." Luciana handed him a crumpled piece of parchment. The captain looked down, his eyes widened in horror, and his fingers trembled slightly, almost unable to hold it. It was as if Luciana had handed over not a thin piece of parchment, but a piece of red-hot charcoal.

This crumpled parchment is a creation power of attorney with supreme authority within the empire! At the bottom of the parchment is the signature of the High Priest of the Creation Dragon, Flying and Phoenix. Of course, he was no stranger to this parchment, and it was with it that the girl in front of him hired their army for free and asked them to escort her all the way to Silverlake.

"Ma'am, what are you ......," the captain stammered, not even bothering about the honorifics.

"I don't need it, you can take it back to Issos and give it to Grandpa Wendill." Luciana said wearily and retracted into the carriage.

The captain opened his mouth and looked at the waving curtains, but he didn't know how to speak. In his military career, he had never encountered a situation where someone would have a creation power of attorney and entrust him to return it to Priest Wendir? He noticed Luciana's address to the High Priest. Grandfather? Maybe it's a noble lady in Issos who is favored by the high priest. He finally gave a military salute to the carriage and turned to leave.

The voices of the people and the neighing of the horses faded away, and the movement around them gradually became quieter, except for the north wind that swept unhurriedly near the carriage. The pack horses growing up in the south were somewhat restless digging through the hard frozen soil. Luciana crouched in the corner of the carriage, buried her head between her knees, and sobbed quietly.