Captain Gonza returned the salute in his own way.

"My name is Arzhen, and I am here to send greetings on behalf of Lord Abermac." The envoy bowed his head as he spoke.

"Greetings. I'm Shield Sergeant Gonza, from the Seventh Legion. This is," he added, "Caston, from the Demon Seeker Society. ”

"You've been to Demacia before, haven't you?" Caston got straight to the point. "You should know the stone rules, right?"

"Yes, I've been here before, good Demon Seeker," said Arzhen, "and I know the rules and systems of your country. I will be most disciplined and will never use my ...... in your kingdom Talent. I solemnly promise. ”

"Very well," said Caston, "Arno the Demon Seeker and I will walk with you from now until you leave Demacia." Our role is to monitor your promises. Please be aware that if you do not comply with our laws, you will incur consequences. But if you're ...... The so-called talent ...... With corresponding self-control, then everything is fine. ”

Al Zhen bowed, still smiling.

"Then let's go," Gonza said, "of course, your guards need to stay beyond the border. ”

"Of course, of course." Arzhen said, turning and waving his hand, sending the attaché away. "Wow! Go away! ”

Zitria couldn't help but laugh at his strange behavior. The unsmiling riders turned, and one of them grabbed the reins of the envoy's mount and left without saying a word.

"Let's hit the road too!" Alzhen clapped his hands together and said.

It was three hours from the riverport town of Matridridge, where a sailboat was ready to take them into the capital. To Zitria's surprise, Abermak's envoy did not slow down, and easily followed Gonza's pace, striking his staff firmly on the ground with every step.

Their march passed through strongly-blown wilderness and ravines. The wind that blew down from the cold mountains of the north whipped like a whip, chilling Zetria to the bone. Demacia's group continued their trek, wrapping the collar of their cloaks to keep them as warm as possible. The bearskin-clad envoy did not appear to be affected by the weather.

Of all that Zitria knew, Al was a friendly, easy-going, and easily likable person. But she reminded herself not to be deceived by the illusion of security. Arcane magic is full of deception and tricks. Although the Demacians were all grim and unsmiling, and obviously uncomfortable around the mage, Arjan passed the time with ease telling stories about his homeland. Most of the stories are about booze, power, and heroic feats, but he's a good storyteller, so it's better to pass the time than to be silent all the time.

“…… Then the beast roared. It said, 'You didn't come here to hunt, did you?' ’”

The tall man laughed at his dirty joke and bent down to slap his thick thighs hard. Zitria was next to the envoy in the formation, and she found herself smiling subconsciously, though she was clearly shaking her head at the story's indecency.

"Got it, Niko?" Alzhen asked Zitria directly. "He said that because he thought the man was—"

"Hey, I know." Zitria said quickly, while raising a hand to stop Alzhen from explaining.

Halfway through the journey, the sky began to snow. Initially the snowflakes are small and light, but they soon start to become thick and heavy, and eventually even severely affect visibility. Soon, the ground and roads were covered with snow. The falling snow in the air blocked out all sounds. The envoy was in the middle of the entire column, and Zitria walked beside the envoy. She peeked over her shoulders and saw the two Demon Seekers a few steps behind, just enough distance to keep them out of hearing range. And both Demon Hunters wore hoods to keep out the cold.

"I'm curious." Zitria lowered her voice, hoping only the envoy could hear.

"The power of curiosity is powerful," said Argen, "and sometimes it's dangerous." ”

The soldier next to her glared at her, as if to tell her to be quiet. Zitria swallowed back, unsure whether he should continue to ask questions or leave it at that. Her curiosity prevailed.

"You know the stone rules, and you should have at least heard that Demacia has had some ...... lately Challenge. She said.

"I know." Alzhen said. His indiscretion vanished, and his expression became serious. "That's why the lord sent me. That's why all your allies are sending envoys. ”

"If you know, why did your lord send you?"

Arzhen looked down at her, raising an eyebrow on one side. "I'm Abermark's lead advisor and I'm the right person." He said. He saw her surprise and smiled wryly. "The world beyond your borders is different. If you want to discuss striking iron, you'll have to find a blacksmith, right? And in such a situation, who better to be more suitable than a mage? ”

Zitria opened her mouth to say something, then closed her mouth again.

Let's send him safely to the capital. She said to herself.

The sooner you complete this mission, the better.

By the time they approached the White Wall in Maitridgetown, dusk was approaching. The guards of the city gates saluted them, and the people of the town stood respectfully by the side of the road, and the group marched along the main road.

"We'll turn northwest at the next interchange," Mr. Kastone said. The snow began to thinn, and he removed his hood and pointed northwest. "The dock is at the end of that downhill slope."

"You've been here before, Your Highness the Demon Seeker?" The soldiers received Gonza's order and began to move in the direction the demon seeker had pointed out, so Zetria asked. The demon seeker nodded.

"There used to be a little girl who lived here," he said. "She's a powerful mage."

"You...... Arrest her? Zitria asked, wide-eyed.

"She turned herself in," Arnault said lightly. "Her plague is benign. She was also registered. Normally, people like her shouldn't be imprisoned, but since—"

"Arno!" Kaston snapped him off.

The young demon seeker kept his mouth shut, looking shocked.

"Let's go," said Caston, "we'd better not delay." ”

On such evenings, the path leading to the pier is busy.

The boatmen at the end of their day's work are climbing uphill, walking on their way home, or into one of the many taverns along the way. Children chase each other in the snow, and a pair of spirited hounds march in unison. Shopkeepers are standing in front of their shops, and street vendors are selling the prices of their goods.

Before the soldiers had completed a third of the way downhill, Zitria felt the mood in the street change.