Kraft smelled the aroma wafting from the bakery on the street, and her stomach growled with hunger.

Today is the 10th day.

In the past few days, Kraft has worked hard, day and night, and finally arrived in the Ice City on time. He looked at the sky, and it was about two or three hours before noon.

In the past few days, he has been on the road all night, with little rest, and now he is sleepy. The most unfortunate thing is that when entering the city this morning, in the crowd, the money bag that Kraft pinned to his waist was carried away by the thief.

"Hey, man, don't you want to try the freshly baked bread?" shouted the fat-headed, big-eared, smiling bakery owner in his worn-out breeches as he raised his bread in his hand.

Kraft hadn't eaten all night, and his saliva was running down his eyes as he stared at the fragrant bread.

But now that I have no money, how can I buy it?

Kraft thought of credit.

He was just about to come forward to negotiate, but suddenly thought about it, this is the Cold Ice City, and the people in this kind of capital city are not as familiar with each other as their hometown, and the trick of credit may not work. Moreover, with a foreign accent, it is even more difficult to please the favor of the people here, and maybe it will cause trouble.

After thinking about it for a while, Kraft decided to use the "stealing" one.

He really had no choice but to make such a decision. He was hungry after a long journey, and his money bag was stolen, and if he did not replenish some food, he was afraid that he would faint and fall to the ground.

But Kraft is a man of integrity, and he doesn't want to be a thief, but plans to have the opportunity to return it to the boss in the future.

After making up his mind, Kraft slipped to the side of the window, and while there was no one around, he quickly grabbed four or five freshly baked breads and threw them into his baggage, turned around and led his horse away quickly.

It is necessary to be fast and not to make people see the abnormality, and Kraft walks cautiously and awkwardly. After a few corners, he didn't hear any movement, and he was relieved.

A man who came out of prison could be so nervous about stealing a few loaves of bread, Kraft couldn't help but laugh and cry to himself.

He walked to a corner, opened his baggage, grabbed one, and devoured it. He was so hungry that he ate two bricks of bread in an instant. But he was still not satisfied, and grabbed another one and stuffed it into his mouth.

At this moment, Kraft faintly heard a burst of crying. He put down the food in his hand and looked up.

The voice seemed to come from inside the corner in front of him.

Curious, Kraft walked around the corner and found a girl in a long blue dress squouching on the ground with her back against the wall, burying her face between her knees, and wiping her tears with her hands, crying very sadly. In front of her, there was also a shattered crystal ball scattered on the ground.

Kraft couldn't bear to see a girl crying alone in such a corner, so she stepped forward slowly and asked, "Girl, what's wrong with you?"

When the girl heard this, she slowly raised her head, her face covered with tears. She stared at Kraft for two seconds, then choked up, "My family died, and the crystal ball left by my father was broken, and I ...... There is no way to ......" Before he finished speaking, tears fell like rain again, and he couldn't cry silently.

The girl looked to be about fifteen or sixteen years old, and Kraft looked at her pitiful appearance, and instantly thought of Lena, and couldn't help but redden.

He reached out and patted the girl on the shoulder, took a loaf of bread from the bag, handed it to her, and said, "Are you hungry?"

The girl looked at Kraft's face and hesitated slightly, then took the bread and took a big bite.

Kraft looked at her and knew she was really hungry, so he handed her the rest of the bread.

The girl looked up in surprise, with food still in her mouth, and said vaguely, "Who are you, why are you helping me like this?"

Why help her? Kraft himself didn't know. Maybe it's because he thinks of Lena and feels sympathy, or maybe it's because his bread is ill-gotten gain, so it will make him feel better.

"You're a lot like my sister. Kraft replied.

The girl looked at Kraft with wide eyes and gratitude in her eyes.

"Good luck and take care. Kraft couldn't bear to look at her pitiful expression any longer, and said with a cherished voice, and turned away.

On the way to the East Gate, Kraft still couldn't hold back after all, and cried loudly.

An unjust case led to the destruction of his family. He misses his parents, who died because of him, but he didn't even get to see them for the last time, he misses Lena, he misses Hidan, and their fate is still unknown.

Along the way, Kraft passed through a city or village, asking around for the whereabouts of Lena and Sidan. However, his verbal descriptions and hand-painted portraits alone could not lock on to the target, and the residents often brought other people to him, resulting in confusion for both sides.

He was extremely depressed. He made up his mind that after completing this mission and regaining his freedom, he was bound to find the answers to all his questions.

It was close to noon, and Kraft arrived at the east gate of Ice City as promised.

The scorching sun shone down from the sky, and the east gate of the Cold Ice City was full of people.

Kraft was so caught up in the crowd that he couldn't tell the target. He was in a state of anxiety, and if he couldn't find someone to connect with, the whole trip would fall short.

"Is the person who issued the mission a fool?, choose such a hellish place!" he cursed inwardly.

Just as Kraft was looking around uneasily, someone grabbed him by the corner of his coat.

Defensive instinctively, he quickly turned around and elbowed, only to hear a scream of "ouch" from behind.

Kraft turned around and took a closer look. It was a diminutive man with his hands over his nose, blood pouring from his fingers. Obviously, Kraft didn't take it lightly.

"Who are you!" said Kraft.

"You...... Your name is Kraft?" the man was still covering his nose, and his voice was out of tune.

"Do you recognize me?"

"I was ordered to pick you up, what are you doing to me?" the man screeched, full of complaints.

Kraft then knew that this was the person he was looking for, and hurriedly said, "Sorry, I didn't know you beforehand, so it's offended." ”

The man snorted dissatisfied, and said, "Follow me." Then, turning and walking out of the crowd, Kraft had to follow.

Kraft followed the man to a three-story tavern down the street. The tavern plaque reads "Ankh Tavern", and the façade is decorated in teak, which should be very high-end from the outside.

The short man made a "please" gesture to the door, and stood in the doorway, staring ahead, no longer talking to Kraft. The gesture reminded Kraft of a prison guard.

Kraft walked towards the tavern. Unlike the noise outside, as a tavern, the inside was surprisingly quiet, which made Kraft secretly frightened.

To his surprise, after entering the interior, Kraft found that it was empty!

His first instinct was a trap. He immediately grasped the saber at his waist with his hand, began to calmly observe his surroundings, and slowly retreated.

At this moment, he heard a noise coming from the steps leading to the second floor, and someone was coming down from the upper floor. Kraft immediately put on a stance, staring at the corner of the steps, waiting for the other party to show up.

With the "thump" sound of footsteps landing on the steps, a tall blonde man appeared at the top of the steps.

Kraft scrutinized the other party. I saw the man's sword eyebrows and starry eyes, the bridge of his nose was high, and the contour of his face was as delicate as a carving. He was dressed in a white court dress with gleaming gold buttons, and a long sword pinned to his waist in a heavy scabbard, which was supposed to be a rare sword from its appearance.

The man walked straight up to Kraft and said, "You're Kraft." The voice was deep and deep.

"Yes, who are you?"

"My name is Crete, and I'm glad I am. Crete smiled and held out his right hand, which was covered with white gloves.

Judging from the expression, the other party seems to be quite friendly. Kraft relaxed slightly, stretched out his hand to hold the white gloves of Crete, and asked, "Is it the task you issued to me?"

Crete laughed and asked, "Or else?" with contempt in his voice, which made Kraft very unhappy.

"Who the hell are you, and why are you looking for me?" Kraft's hand rested on the hilt of the sword at his waist again.

Crete glanced at Kraft's hand gripping the hilt of the sword, and let out a mocking sneer from his nose again. It seems like that's his usual style.

He didn't answer Kraft, he walked to the wine table next to him and sat down, leaned back comfortably, leaned back on the back of the mahogany chair, glanced at Kraft out of the corner of his eye, and said, "Aren't you tired of standing?"

Kraft didn't expect such a megalomania to await him. However, after thinking about it, his freedom was still in his hands, and he calmed down and walked to the table and sat down.

"Listen," Crete leaned forward, elbows resting on the table, "you don't need to know who I am. You just need to know that as long as you complete the task I gave you, you can be free again, you know?"

Kraft knew he had no choice, so he had to say, "What is the mission?"

"Very well," Crete leaned back again, "and look at this portrait first." He took out a roll of parchment, placed it on the table, and pushed it with his fingers towards Kraft.

Kraft unfolded the drawing, a hand-painted portrait of an old man with a withered face but piercing eyes, with a few small words written underneath: "Lingguan Society, Lino."

"Who is this?"

"This old fellow is a wizard," Crete said, "and he's the leader of the Soul Society, a well-known wizarding organization in the Ice City. He recently disappeared. ”

The Crowning Society...... Kraft searched diligently in the depths of his memory, and it seemed that he had heard the name somewhere a long time ago, but could not remember it for a moment.

"This map," Crete pulled out another drawing, handing it to Kraft, "it's a map of the activities of the members of the Order of the Soul and Lino, and a map of their frequent haunts. ”

Kraft recalled. When he was a child, his father told him stories about witchcraft, and he mentioned the organization, along with the names of divination, mind reading, and other spells. Kraft's face came to mind.

"So what am I going to do?"

"All you have to do is find Lino and bring him to me. Crete's eyes narrowed slightly, "I'm sure it's not hard for you." ”

"Do you know me well?" Kraft was strange, he didn't know anything about Crete, but Crete seemed to know everything about him.

"Your business......" Crete's mouth turned into a contemptuous smile again, "I've already been told." ”

With that, he raised his hand and raised his index finger, on which hung a silver necklace, swaying from side to side in the air.

Kraft looked at the necklace, and suddenly, his pupils dilated, and all the blood in his body instantly rushed to his brain. Then he clenched his fists, his face darkened, and he stared at Crete viciously.

"Why do you have Lena's necklace?"

His voice was extremely hoarse.