The four of them walked for a while and saw a very embarrassed traveler. He was soaking wet and looked like a chicken in soup. But with an axe for chopping wood in his hand, he was striding towards this direction.

Seeing them appear, the man was stunned for a moment and smiled happily.

"Oh! Grean, you must have done it!" the man obviously knew Grean and the others, and shouted, "I said that there shouldn't be a thunderstorm at night, it must be your spell!"

Pan Long immediately understood—he was running this way with his axe, most likely recognizing Glion's spell and rushing to help.

This made Pan Long couldn't help but smile slightly.

No matter when and where, it is always pleasant to meet enthusiastic friends.

Faced with a friend's inquiry, Glian smiled awkwardly: "Kehid, I just got into a little trouble......"

"You can see that if you're not in trouble, you should be in the carriage. The man laughed too, "But it looks good, the trouble is solved, right?"

"Well, it's solved. ”

"That's good. "I'm going to get home quickly, and I'm going to be in trouble if I don't change my clothes and drink some hot wine." ”

The two sides passed by, and Kehid suddenly remembered something, and said: "There are two people in front, it doesn't look like a good way to come, you should be careful." ”

Glian's eyes changed slightly: "Thank you, old friend." The next time you have a chance, please have a drink. ”

"That's quick, I don't have a good memory as you magicians, and maybe I'll forget about it in a few months. ”

Neither of them looked back, as if they were talking about "the weather is good today", but when Kehid left, Grean said solemnly to everyone: "Wait a minute, if you meet two people you don't know, don't speak first, I'll test them." ”

Chanem and Ammon naturally had no opinion, and Pan Long did not object.

He didn't even remember who he would meet in front of him, but he vaguely met someone - it seemed like he could still be a teammate.

Everyone walked a little further, and sure enough, they saw two people cooking a fire on the side of the road.

The vines and foliage of the trees around them were intertwined to form a canopy structure that shielded them from the rainstorm, and a bonfire was burning in front of them to provide them with warmth.

And their appearance is just as concerning, one in leather armor and carrying a spear, very short, but the limbs do not appear to be stubby, and the thick lips make him look a little honest and funny, as if he may be ready to sing a song at any moment.

He is halfling, a race that is not particularly rare. This race likes to wander around, loves to mix in everything, and is a natural adventurer. Some halflings have made a fortune in their adventures and made a name for themselves in their hometowns, but many more have died in adventures - in almost every story of a failed adventure, there are halflings who broke things or died out of curiosity.

The other man was wearing a hooded robe, and his face was not clear. But judging from the figure, it should be nothing more than a standard physique such as a human or an elf. His robe was pure black, and there were some patterns on it that I don't know if it was decorated, which looked like it matched the night.

He held a wooden cane in his hand, similar to Glion's. It was evident that they were peers, people who held the mysteries of magic.

But the moment they saw him, everyone frowned.

(This man makes me feel uncomfortable.) ）

Pan Long thought secretly.

If the game had become a reality, he wouldn't have wanted two teammates like that.

One is an unreliable halfling, a mage who makes people uncomfortable to look at, if you want to be a teammate with such a person, it is better to do it alone!

In contrast, Chanem and Ammon are good teammates. Chanem is steady, Ammon is lively, and the key two are reliable, not the kind of person who will drop the chain at a critical moment.

Well, if they go to participate in the Holy Grail War, they will definitely not mistake the time to summon the Heroic Spirit, and they will not regard the evil intentions of Erwuzai as their henchmen, but it is possible that they will be set on fire from the beginning because they are too reliable......

Grian looked at them from afar, frowning.

"I've seen the robe. "But I didn't expect to see them here." ”

"Who are they?" asked Ammon curiously.

"I don't know the halfling, but the mage ...... He was supposed to be from the northern part of the continent near the Moon Sea, and belonged to an organization called the 'Santarin Society' - I recognized the black robe, and the patterns on the robe, which had turned to ashes. There was an indelible hostility in Glian's voice, "They are mortal enemies with the Valley of Shadows, where I plan to take you to move, the Cormier Kingdom, the entire Sword Bay, and the harper. ”

"So, they are our enemies?" asked Ammon, with two or three points of concern in his tone, and seven or eight points of eagerness.

The battle was thrilling and intense, but it didn't satisfy her - the mighty Aemon only managed to get two shots in the entire battle, one backstabbing a stupid gnoll and the other killing an ogre who had been knocked down by Grion's spells. This kind of battle really doesn't feel like an adventure.

She wanted something a little more intense, and the key thing was to be able to get the most out of her fight.

She longed to wield a dagger, pierce the body of her enemy, let blood and life flow together, and drift away under the desperate gaze of her dying enemy, without even looking back, so that her enemy would not know whether she had killed herself until she died......

As a thief, that's the best way to fight!

Unconsciously, the red light flashed in her eyes, and then disappeared again.

Chanem's eyes also flashed red, and he wanted to say something, but he held back and didn't say anything.

(If you need to fight, Grian will tell me.) ）

He thought so, and remained silent.

Glian looked at the two men from afar, silently pondering.

He first thought that these two people might be assassins sent by the Santarin Society, but then he realized that with his own identity, he was not qualified to be specially sent by the Santarin Society to entertain the assassins. What's more, the casual appearance of these two guys doesn't look like assassins no matter how you look at it.

There is no Assassin in the world who needs to camp in the wilderness! Santarin will ask people to sell their lives, and they should not even be stingy with accommodation fees.

This put him at ease a little. As a well-known evil organization, the Santarin Society has many lackeys under its command, and it can even be said that it is all over the world. It's not uncommon to encounter two in the woods near Candlefort.

It's just that...... The timing wasn't quite right.

He weighed it for a moment, still not sure if he was overly concerned, but he was sure of one thing—if they were to move on, they would have to pass by those two men.

Passing by the two Santarin lackeys, you can't pretend to be indifferent. Otherwise, God knows if they will look at this line of old and crippled people, and want to make a cameo appearance as a robber!

So he finally made up his mind, and shouted to the other side, "Why are the people of the Santarim Society in the vicinity of Candle Castle?

Hearing his words, both of them looked this way.

"It's none of your business, old man!" said the halfling very politely, "we don't want to get into trouble, and neither do you, do you?"

As an evil figure, his words are really polite. The statement "don't want to get into trouble" may not be false.

"I'm the mage of Candle Keep, so I can't be blind to you. "Grean pulled a tiger skin banner for himself.

The mage in the robe finally couldn't help but speak: "Grean, I don't want to provoke you, really. Why can't you pretend that you don't see us and go your own way?"

"Huh, do you know Grean?" asked Ammon, "is he so famous?"

"Don't ask, little girl, don't ask. "As my friend said, we didn't see each other, we didn't see you, we just slept in the open near Candlefort, and you didn't see us, but you drove your own way." It's good for all of us. ”

"But aren't you members of an evil organization, aren't you here with some kind of conspiracy?"

The halfling sighed helplessly: "Little girl, we are here, and you just happened to be passing by here, do you think this is an accident?

As he spoke, he raised his right hand and made a "little" gesture with his thumb and forefinger to emphasize his attitude.

"Conspiracy? Of course, there is always a conspiracy in the Santarin, and we do not deny that. But that's all the business of the 'inner ring' (the high-level leaders of the Santarin Society), what qualifications do we have to toss the 'conspiracy'? What are we?

His attitude is very humble, as if he is standing up and being beaten, and he does not look like a member of an evil organization at all, but like two company employees who are complaining about "low salary", "busy work", "no girlfriend", and "hair loss".

Such a complaint made Pan Long listen very kindly.

"You're also here for the Sons of Baal?" asked Glion, "do you have any plans for Santarim?"

"No!," the halfling man emphasized, "our task is to come here and try to kidnap one—or two—young men who are not of the world. But never including fighting you, absolutely not!"

"What if I'm not there?" asked Glien.

The halfling sighed helplessly: "It's not interesting for you to do this, friend! You are standing here with all your beards and tails now, which means that something must have gone wrong with the big guys' plans." Even if you have any contradictions, you should ask your good buddies for help, and then kill those big guys on our heads with a spell, and what are we two errand coolies doing!"

"You just live a long time, and your spells are strong!" said the black-robed mage angrily, "When I live to be as old as you, my spells will only be stronger than yours! When you are as young as me, your spells will definitely not be as good as mine!"

Hearing this, Pan Long couldn't help but laugh.

Isn't this a fantasy version of "Don't bully the poor boy"!

It's a pity that this brother is not dedicated enough, otherwise, he should at least shout "Thirty years in Hexi, thirty years in Hedong"!