Qin Ran had no more impression of that Calamity Lady.

In fact, not only Qin Ran, but also the aborigines of this world have a vague impression of this lady, and they only know that the 'Black Calamity' should be inextricably linked to the other party.

But apart from that, there is nothing.

Powerful, mysterious, unknown.

In the eyes of the Aborigines, it is fearful and terrible.

But in Qin Ran's opinion, it was suspicious.

Coupled with the existence of 'brokers', such suspicion has risen to a point that cannot be ignored.

"Does the so-called lady of calamity have anything to do with that bastard of the 'broker'?"

Qin Ran guessed.

His fingers tapped lightly on the table again.

This is his subconscious action when he thinks.

And in the small courtyard outside the room, Pol, who had checked the carriage again, was beckoning his bodyguard Ashcano.

"Ash, we don't need that much wine."

"Food!"

"Food is what we should care about."

"It's not easy to get enough food from Sika City to Etaninburg, especially in this harsh winter."

Pol emphasized.

Qin Ran's appearance disrupted all his arrangements, some good and some bad.

The good thing is that he's safer.

The bad thing is that he may need a carriage to carry food specifically.

And he can't afford such an expense for the time being.

As for the prize money for the loot?

Horruf is a man of faith and has just given it to him.

The captive was worth more than he had imagined, and with those swords and arquebuses, Horuff gave a total of 800 Kimpton, which was more than enough money to buy a carriage with two horses.

It's a pity that ninety percent of these Kimpton, he needs to give to Qin Ran.

Of the remaining 10 percent, half is Ashcano's.

The rest is his.

And this kind of money is not enough for the cost of a long-distance carriage, in fact, even the kind of one-man traveling carriage is far from enough.

Moreover, it also costs money to replenish sufficient supplies.

Therefore, he could only figure it out in his own carriage.

Thankfully, this carriage was specially chosen by him for long journeys, not only is the carriage wide and warm, but the roof is also extremely strong, and four or five adults will not have any problems stepping on it, and at the back of the carriage, there are also two independent brackets that can store considerable items, just tie them up with ropes.

Now, what Pol has done is to put the jerky and bread he just bought on the roof of the car, and some minor items on the shelves at the back of the car, and check that they are strong and reliable.

Ashcano, who had returned from the Temple of the God of War, helped with the delivery.

"Alright."

After the rope held the items on the shelf firmly in place, Pol patted his palms lightly, and he breathed a sigh of relief as he looked at the cart full of food.

Before, Pol's impression of Qin Ran was only that he was powerful, trustworthy and ruthless.

And now, in front of this impression, there is the appearance of 'can eat'.

Ashkano also understands this.

Because, at night, he starved again.

'Son, the world is so big. ’

'There is a heaven outside the sky, and there are people outside the man. ’

You have to be careful. ’

Inexplicably, he remembered his adoptive father's words again.

Never, he felt that his adoptive father was right.

In the future, he must eat before Qin Ran, otherwise, he will starve to death one day.

In order not to starve to death, Ashcano has already begun to consider whether the bounty he just bought should buy more food reserves.

Bol ignored the bodyguard who was thinking, took out the box full of Kimpton from the carriage, and walked to the room where Qin Ran was.

Knock, knock.

"Please come in."

Raising his hand and knocking on the door, Pol, who got a reply, walked in with the box.

"Lord Colin, I have just received a bounty, a total of 800 kimptons, and this is your 720 kimptons."

Pol placed the box on the table.

"That bounty hunter is worth more than we thought."

"He must have committed something, and he was given a heavy reward."

Pol said as he opened the box.

Under the kerosene lamp, Kimpton's unique brilliance made Qin Ran's eyes narrow slightly, and pleasure flashed in his eyes.

Gold coins can always make Qin Ran feel happy.

Even sometimes, they just represent numbers.

But the increase in numbers is also happy, isn't it?

"Thank you."

Qin Ran, who was in a happy mood, said slowly.

"That's what I'm supposed to do."

"Your Excellency Colin, we will leave early tomorrow morning, do you have anything else to order?"

Pol asked.

"No, good night."

Qin Ran shook his head.

Although Pol and him have the same identity, there are some things that Qin Ran will never tell the other party.

It is not only because the two parties do not have a relationship, but also because of confidentiality.

Until he figured out what was going on in front of him, he didn't want to have anything to do with the 'God of Mist' for the time being.

Therefore, even if he had to make an extra trip tomorrow night, Qin Ran would not say anything.

"Goodnight, then."

"Have a good dream."

Pol walked out of the room with a smile and returned to the room after instructing Ashcano to inspect the door.

Soon, the whole courtyard fell silent.

After a while, the noise in the lobby of the inn next door also became quiet.

After a busy day during the day, few people can continue to stay up late at night, even those night owls have to think about the next day's work, so they choose to go to bed early.

The whole city of Sika is similar.

The sun rises, the sun sets, and the cycle repeats, even in the city that connects the border of Molsa and Etaninburgh.

Except for the necessary patrols, the whole city fell into a peaceful sleep.

However, the study of the Viscount's Mansion in Sika City is an exception.

Viscount Sika, who was emaciated, with a ruddy face and gray hair, but was in excellent spirits, held a red flannel cloth and gently wiped the two-handed sword in his hand.

The blade of the sword is one meter and five constants, the palm is wide, very wide, the hilt is thick like a spear shaft, and the counterweight is the size of an adult's fist, pitch black and translucent, as if it is a small flail.

There was no doubt that the two-handed sword was very heavy, but in the hands of the emaciated Viscount Sika, it was like nothing, as if it were playing with a small twig.

But not a single twig would make the lord of the Sika Lords take it so seriously.

The viscount, wiping his weapon inch by inch.

There was a faint excitement and anticipation in his eyes.

How could he not be agitated?

How could he not look forward to it?

The plan is still going on, and it's finally going to succeed.

The evil that has desecrated the earth will finally come to naught, and the entire Sika Territory will usher in the dawn, returning to the embrace of the god of war and bathing in glory.

Thinking of the excitement, Viscount Sika couldn't help but clench the sword in his hand, slashing straight forward, and then, followed by a straight stab.

There are no special moves, just the simplest swordsmanship basics.

But under such a foundation, a tragic aura spread from the study.

The mist-like evil, which ordinary people can't see with the naked eye, is becoming more and more active.

They silently approached Viscount Sika.

And the viscount did not perceive all this.

He only felt that the viscount was getting more and more powerful, and even more robust than when he was younger.

"Thank you for that."

Viscount Sika, who had completed a complete set of basic swordsmanship exercises, prayed in a low voice.

Then, he regained his composure and waited quietly.

About half an hour later, a middle-aged man with a sturdy figure like a city wall quietly appeared in the study, although he was wearing plate armor and metal boots, but the other party did not make a sound.

But Viscount Sika had no surprises.

There is not the slightest hostility.

On the contrary, they are very welcoming.

"Welcome, Sinkfu."

Having not chosen the etiquette of the nobility, the viscount opened his arms and embraced the arriving bishop in the manner of a warrior.

And the bishop of Sika City responded to the viscount with the same courtesy.

"Did it go well?"

The Viscount asked.

"Hmm."

"Pretty much smooth."

Sinkov replied.

Roughly smooth?

The viscount was stunned, but the viscount, who knew the other party's character, did not ask, but waited quietly.

Sure enough, the next moment, the bishop continued.

"The 'fog' is even more cunning than we thought."

"It hides itself and wants to reap the benefits of the fisherman."

"If it weren't for the revelation of the crown, we would have fallen short."

After the bishop finished speaking, he prayed to the god of war, and the viscount immediately followed suit, and when the prayer was completed, Viscount Sika's voice couldn't help but be lowered, and said, "Will it become a trouble?" ”

"No, it won't."

Facing the worried viscount, the bishop shook his head.

He said with great certainty:

"Hiding in the shadows may be a nuisance."

"But if we find out, it's not a problem."

"The only pity is ......"

"Ike."

At the mention of the recruit's name, a gloom appeared on the bishop's face.

"That's a great lad, just like Carl."

"They should have great prospects, but they had to sacrifice for the glory of God."

"When it's all over, I'll tell everyone about it in my name."

"They are heroes and should not be buried."

Viscount Sika said.

"Hmm."

The Bishop nodded heavily.

"Not only Ike and Ciel, but those who died this time will be treated as they deserve - I promise you."

Viscount Sika emphasized.

"I'm sure you'll do what you say, but we should keep the sacrifice to a minimum."

The bishop reminded the allies.

"You mean curfew?"

"Won't that startle the snake?"

Viscount Sika frowned.

"No, it won't."

"Trust me, Carl's disappearance is worth it."

"The gates are closed during the day, only entry and exit are allowed, and curfews at night are just normal operations, after all, Karl is your sister's son - those who are bloodthirsty and inhuman, but have wisdom and will judge for themselves."

The bishop affirmed.

"Okay, I'll arrange it."

The Viscount nodded.

Then, there was another conversation, and after more than ten minutes, the two stood up and said goodbye to each other.

"May God be with you."

"May God be with you."

After greeting each other, the viscount clenched his sword again, and the mist-like evil aura around him became more and more active.

The bishop who left the study was stiff-faced, his eyes flashing scarlet.

……

"What?!"

"The gates are closed?"

"Only in or out?"

At sunrise, just as Bol had finished washing up and was ready to leave, he received the terrible news from the innkeeper Horuff.

"Horruf, you're not lying to me, are you?"

Pol looked at the innkeeper suspiciously.

It wasn't that she didn't trust the innkeeper, but she had never heard of Sika City closing its doors.

You know, the last time the door was closed back to the time of the 'Black Plague'.

"Bol, you have to believe me, I definitely want you to leave more than you think!"

"Every time I see that Colin, I think I'm going to be in big trouble."

"And my instincts, for the most part, are pretty accurate!"

The innkeeper scratched his head in annoyance, and the few hairs that were left stood up stubbornly under such a tickle, making the top of his head even more bald.

Especially in the morning light, it is very bright.

He always felt that something bad was going to happen.

Moreover, more and more intensely.

However, the mouth is still explaining.

It is not only to explain to Pol, but also to comfort himself.

"Viscount Sika's family, that Captain Karl has been killed."

"He is very popular with the Viscount's uncle, and now that he is dead, of course the Viscount will have to find out a revelation."

"However, that viscount will not close Sika City for a long time, three days at most!"

"In three days, you'll be able to get out of here."

"Don't worry, it won't delay your business."

What Pol wants to do, the innkeeper also knows a thing or two.

He had no comment on that.

He is already a retired man.

No matter how prominent the identity is, it is nothing, and it is the best choice to spend the rest of your life in peace.

"Three days?"

Pol's brow furrowed.

Three days certainly won't delay him, but it will make his plans even more intense.

Even, it needs to be rescheduled.

"Can the communication in the Temple of the God of War still work?"

Pol asked.

"Of course."

"That viscount won't affect the Temple of War."

"He's a devout believer, and he would never think that Carl's death had anything to do with the Temple of War."

Horuff said.

"I'll go to the Temple of the God of War."

"Your Excellency Colin's breakfast, I've got it for you."

With that, Pol took out five Kimptons and put them in the innkeeper's hand, turned around and ran out.

"Leave it to me."

Looking at Kimpton in the palm of his hand, the innkeeper smiled.

If every guest is as good as Pol, he will be able to live a long life.

Of course, there must not be a guy like Qin Ran among the guests.

The innkeeper frowned at the thought of how that guy felt to him.

However, this did not prevent him from telling the kitchen to do more.

So, when Qin Ran finished washing, a large basin of milk, toast, sausages, and vegetables appeared in the room.

Steaming milk.

Wheat toast.

The unique aroma of meat and the fresh taste of vegetables are blended, which makes Qin Ran, who has not slept all night, feel refreshed.

And just as he raised his hand to pick up a loaf of bread and was about to sandwich the sausages and vegetables into it, the [Lord of Mist] in his arms suddenly jumped.

Qin Ran couldn't help frowning.

He, most hatefully, is disturbed during meals.