The paper under the candlestick looks like a separate page torn from a diary, probably because the actor does not have obsessive-compulsive disorder, and the edges and corners of the paper look a little ...... Dog-like.

In the dim candlelight, there was silence all around.

There was no breath of people, and Sean was sure that no one had ever entered the house, and there was no one in the house other than him.

And how are candles lit?

"I see!" Sean held three blank pieces of paper with different contents in his hand, and suddenly realized: "There are ghosts in the house!" ”

It must be like this, maybe the three Smail brothers have become ghosts a long time ago, but they didn't correctly realize that they didn't exist in the world, and still according to instinct, they returned to Hua Xiaoming's house at night for a warm family gathering.

After lighting the candles, perhaps because of a small conflict, they ran to the river to solve it alone.

As a result, Sean didn't see anyone in the house.

"Bullshit!"

As if amused by himself, ghosts or something, for Sean, are much closer than humans.

This is also thanks to the blessing of dominating the necromancy, and sometimes, Sean doesn't know exactly where he stands.

Stick to the dignity of human beings, or live happily with the undead.

It's too early to think about this, and Sean, who hasn't left the nine-story tower yet, at least doesn't need to worry about this aspect of the problem.

Ghosts are impossible, and Sean has known since he set foot on this manor that there is no livestock in the huge ranch except for him.

Next, it is another adventure to explore the truth, and Sean is not confident that he will be able to sleep tonight.

When people knew how to use fire, the race faded from savagery, learned to eat cooked food, and used the power of fire to drive away wild beasts and protect their habitat.

It wasn't until the human population grew larger and formed a stable social structure that fire was used in more of life, such as dispelling the darkness of the night.

At night, the inhabitants of Malte City, returning home, lit candles, and the streets were lit with illuminated lights.

Even at night, the city of Malte is still lively.

Whether it is the policy formulated by Infax or the residents of Malte City, they have long been accustomed to using the night time to relieve the fatigue of the day.

The only tavern in the city of Malte, but it was very dull.

Perhaps it was because Fix's money was too much that yesterday's troubadour didn't hurry up and put on another show.

The tavern has become a mere drinking place, and even the handmaidens who twist their waists can't get the guests here to have an extra drink, and the tavern is here, and they will not go anywhere, and the troubadour, like a white-eyed wolf after a full meal, has forgotten the people who had drunk hard last night.

Ordinary life always yearns for a different experience.

The clock rang, and the drinkers knew that they probably wouldn't be able to wait for that person tonight.

Get up to settle the bill and go home, which also means that the same day is over again.

The only news that makes people feel interested, because it is related to the Knights, does not dare to spread the news indiscriminately. After all, the news of the destruction of more than a dozen villages would cause panic throughout the city.

The matter of the earth dragon turning over, because it did not cause much disaster, was dealt with in a low-key manner under the appeasement of Infax.

All in all, the inhabitants of Malte City are having another boring time, although life has changed for the better and the needs have become higher.

On the deserted path, a dark shadow appeared from the small waterway.

He was straight, well-dressed, and wore a funny hat on his head.

If Sean had been here, he would have recognized this man as the troubadour who had caused him some bad luck.

Dressed, but not as shabby as the troubadour.

Wearing a red close-fitting sweater, it makes people feel that this guy is wearing autumn clothes a little early.

His yellowed face, coated with thick hoarfrost, had a big red nose, and eight small bells hung from his hat, which shook with each step.

It's like a clown going to the scene, and it looks very funny.

After taking a few quick steps in the path, perhaps feeling that when he arrived at the tavern at this time, there would be no audience for a long time, and his performance would have no value.

Stopping, the troubadour looked into the window beside the path.

As if realizing that something was wrong with his dress, the troubadour followed the moonlight and looked at the window beside the path, frowning not very satisfied with his dress.

Split his mouth, rolled his hand at the bottom of his pocket, and touched his lips casually.

"Red, red like blood, that's right, that's right."

The troubadour danced excitedly, and danced a mad dance in this deserted and quiet path.

When it was over, he took out his beloved bamboo flute, put it to his mouth, and blew it gently.

Walking with the steps of not recognizing his six relatives, he was happy, and in the quiet city of Malte, he played a song, melancholy and happy.

When the troubadour left the alley, a myriad of red lights appeared in the darkness, and when you looked closely, they were many pairs of eyes.

Like an uncontrollable torrent, crowded behind him, so lively.

The movement was not small, but none of the residents opened their windows to see what was going on.

Even the soldiers defending the city bowed their heads and had already fallen asleep.

"What's going on?"

Infix rubbed his temples, and a wave of sleepiness forced him to put down the news in his hand, and he poured a large glass of water into it, but still didn't defeat sleepy

Meaning.

"Who's playing so late?"

Infix shook his head, intending to open the window to take a look, but the sound of the flute spread throughout the room, and his eyelids tapped, and Infix no longer had the strength to take two steps, so he fell asleep on his desk.

The troubadour did not stop blowing his bamboo flute, and his children followed him, as if they were about to go on a great night tour.

Not only that, but when the sound of the flute spreads throughout the city of Malte, the doors of the houses are opened for families with children.

Under the arrangement of the troubadour, he joined the ranks of the night tour.

One by one, with their eyes closed, they followed the troubadour instinctively.

No one knows if they will be able to tour the city of Malte at night, and it will be up to the troubadour's children to control their appetites and not eat too quickly.

Hundreds of children left their homes and were drowned by the troubadour's children, leaving behind a skeleton with many tooth marks of varying shades.

Hearing the chirping behind him, the troubadour comforted with love on his face: "Don't rush, don't rob, there's a lot more, a lot more...... This city of Malte is about to become the city of Hamel, hahahaha. ”

The melody became fierce again, urging more and more children to accept his call, join the night party, and satisfy their appetites until dawn, leaving only a painful gift for the city of Marte.

"What about my child, oh my God......"

"What has happened that God has given up on us?"

"Annie, Annie, why is this ......?"

Terrible cries were heard incessantly, and every corner of the city was accompanied by cries and wails.

The residents of Malte City had a rare good night's sleep, and many people thought that they had been too tired recently to have such a good quality of sleep, but they found that the children at home were missing.

After searching the whole house, like the other inhabitants of Malte, they opened the door of their house in no particular order, thinking that their children were playful and ran out to find them.

The sight on the streets caused many people to faint.

The white bones placed in disorder, there are still some blood stains on the ground, and more streets, even the ground wants to be gnawed again, except for the white bones, there is no trace of blood.

Some women staggered towards a white skeleton, and next to the white bones was a trampled bear.

The woman also recognized that it was her daughter's favorite doll, and cried out in tears while holding the white bones.

This kind of situation appeared in all corners of Malte City, and those who turned into bones were also children.

The city of Malte, which came to its senses, no matter how much it screamed, could not save the tragedy that had happened and the lives of those children.

"What's going on!!"

In front of Infix stood the soldier who had been in charge of the night patrol last night, just like the sleepiness that Infix felt after doing it.

The soldiers of the night watch in the entire city did not know what had happened last night, and it was clear from their hideous faces that their mood was also complicated and heavy.

Not only did it cause so much sin under their noses, but the death of so many children made it impossible for all the soldiers to raise their heads, and everyone had only one thought in their hearts, to find the murderer and kill him.

Perhaps, what has happened, no matter how much regret it is, there is no way to go back to the past.

Revenge has become the only idea of the entire Malte City, no matter who the murderer is or where the murderer goes, the people of Malte City will do everything to avenge the dead children.

With such a big matter, the city lord of Malte can no longer hide in the deep palace.

Even though he had left most of the decision to Infax, Malt put on his armor again, went to the city, and spoke to the people below who were full of grief and hatred.

"The tragedy that happened last night is a shame for the city of Malte. No matter where the murderer is, I, Malte, will make him pay the price, send him to hell, and suffer the torture of eternal life! ”

Following the words of the Lord of Malte, the people below responded, and some of the speculators connected with the soldiers and handed in their thoughts or clues they had found.

The Lord of Malte also breathed a sigh of relief when he looked at the people below who were in the same hatred, the lack of a riot made things worse, and also proved his power in Malte City.

He then glared at Infax, trying to get him to explain how it had caused such a tragedy.

In terms of the economy, he is willing to give power to Infax and let him change the policy to make Malte City a better place. It turned out that he was right, and with the efforts of Infax, Malte City changed a little in three years, a big change in five years, and everything went for the better.

In terms of force, even if Malte City became richer and richer, he still did not forget that the amount of money is not the foundation of a city, let alone the dozens of cities of different sizes around Malte City. To ensure the development of the entire city, force is indispensable. The Knights are still growing steadily, and their equipment is changing every year, becoming more and more sophisticated. Even ordinary soldiers were considered, and the treatment was extremely sophisticated.

Malte couldn't figure it out at all, and although he was a little, at least he didn't do anything wrong in the overall direction.

Why could such a tragic tragedy occur in a fortified city?

Malte's anger didn't make Infax flinch, but Infix's face turned blue after listening to the report from his cronies.

"What happened?"

Ignore Infix and leave

This was the first time Malte had seen such a heavy look on Infax's face, and even in the desperate situation they faced back then, Infax told him lightly that everything would be resolved.

The size of Malte City today is inseparable from Malte's decisiveness and Infax's various plans in it.

Without Infax, there would be no Marte today.

Infix is the person that Malte believes in the most, and there is no one, which is one of the reasons why Malte dares to give most of the power in his hands to Infax.

Patiently waiting for Infax to come to his senses, Malte heard a message from his mouth that was even more difficult for him to accept.

"The black disease has appeared."

Except for a few people who know about it, many more people are in a state of euphoria about paying their children.

"Kill those who are sick, burn down their houses, and blame the murderer for this."

Malte gritted his teeth and gave the order.

"I see, I've got people to do it."

Infix replied wearily that now he and Malte could only hope that the healer had made a mistake in his judgment, and that the sick man was only similar in character to the black disease.

Otherwise, the hard work of him and Malte over the years will be ruined, and the city of Malte will become a city abandoned by the gods and will disappear in the long river of history.

"Go ahead."

"Marte, everything will be fine, if it's really a black disease," Infax gritted his teeth and said firmly, "Even if we give half of the city to that woman, we will keep Malte City." ”

With that, Infix hurried away, and there were more things to do.

Standing on the tower, Malte looked at the city of Malte, and his heart was dripping with blood.

If it was just a terrible massacre, he who had experienced many difficulties with Infax would not be afraid.

It is better to say that so many children have died, which has made him angry and want to go on the horse and fight the enemy.

However, the black disease.

Malte trembled slightly, he really didn't want to remember the black disease.

"No, I'm not going to let this city die. Hopefully it's not a black disease, gods, and if you still have a bit of mercy, let Malte City go for once. I would like to repay this kindness in the world. ”

Infax said that finding the woman was also a solution, but Malte was a little unwilling.

Looking at the busy city, he prayed and looked forward to ...... Desperate.

The ranch of the three Smaer brothers, except for the scattered words, Sean did not find much information.

The only thing that is certain is that they probably have a pet named Hemerst, and they also have a crush on a woman named Fei'er. I didn't dare to think about whether this woman also wanted to be like the Smer Three Pigs, and from the name, Sean still hoped that this was a woman with blond hair and waist-length and an angelic smile.

After all, blonde hair is also one of Sean's hobbies.

Aside from the usual furnishings and décor inside the house, Sean searched for the whole night, and it was like a labyrinth adventure, which was a disappointing exploration.

Even after wasting a spell, Sean still didn't find anything special.

It was as if the ranch had been abandoned by their owner, leaving only barren land and uninhabited houses.

No one asked for directions, and Sean couldn't determine the location of Black Rock City, so he threw out his shoes, and Sean walked in the direction of the tip of his shoes without hesitation.

Since he can't deliver the invitation as quickly as possible, Sean thinks it's a trip without a purpose, and if he doesn't get the invitation all over the continent and finds Alice's lost book, then he will destroy the world.

Well, serious face, absolutely no joke.

The opportunity to release magic three times a day, although it is limited, is beneficial, that is, the magic consumption in Sean's body is not large.

He didn't believe that he couldn't open a hole in the planet after a few years of mana, he was a mage with a lot of plug-ins.

With this in mind, Sean happily embarked on the journey.

Until......

"Little girl, can you put my brother down, it's not a way to hang me like this, brain congestion, brain congestion, I'm going to die."

With his right foot bound by a sturdy vine, Sean pleaded upside down to the little girl with the red hood below.

God knows why the iron sword kept cutting this vine, and it was like cutting it on a piece of gold and stone, and it was about to slash the sparks.

Sean suspected that this was a new type of alloy rope draped in vine skin.

Why not magic?

Sean said that he was very helpless, and the devil knew why there were so many traps in this forest, except that the swamp was a swamp, and he was careless and fell into it.

If it weren't for the quick reaction, Sean would have been able to get over the addiction of being a mummy.

The two opportunities to use magic were wasted, and in order to prevent the protagonist of the book from becoming a mummy, he caused the end to scatter flowers.

Mr. Sean, who had nothing to do, looked at the little girl pitifully, hoping that she could help him and put himself down.

"Grandma and Oak said that you can't talk to strangers, you will get pregnant."

The little girl retorted with a straight face.

"You won't get pregnant when you speak, but you can only get pregnant again if you hold hands!!"

ps: Extremely scared, King Meow actually thought about breaking ...... next month It's scary to see what happens next month. (By the way, the water group won't get pregnant.) Parenthesis laughs. ）