On both sides of Wild Chrysanthemum Street, tall red maples are planted at intervals. Although it is the early winter season, the bright red maple leaves are still very beautiful-

The moonlight and the light of the street lamps shone brightly, and the branches and leaves were covered with a dreamlike crystal glow.

But Congreve was in no mood to enjoy the view.

The pores of his whole body suddenly opened, sweat trickled down, and he was almost stunned for less than a second by the cold wind, and immediately opened his fast legs-

The strength of the peak of the inauguration was fully displayed at this moment, and his figure did not look like a withered old man at all.

The branches of the red maple grew diagonally in all directions, and at this time they looked like ghosts with teeth and claws, and Congreve felt that his back was soaked, but he did not dare to stop, not even look back.

Because, the griffon approaching at high speed.

The griffon beneath the Dardanelles knight raised its head and let out a long howl, then swept down the night sky with a wave of its broad wings—

Obviously, this domesticated demonic beast that has deep human nature should have made some discovery, Dardanelle clenched the giant riding spear in his hand, and on that ordinary face, a pair of eyes were looking ahead.

Behind him, Pine Knight's griffin circled in a huge arc in the air—

This is the tacit cooperation between the two griffon knights, and after a long time together, without too many words, the two have begun a simple but effective outflanking tactic.

The human legs are much slower than the griffin's. In Dardanelle's field of vision, at first it was a small moving dot, but gradually, the dot enlarged, and a running figure could be faintly seen.

"Old mercenary" Congreve.

Two hundred meters.

One hundred meters.

Fifty meters.

Thankfully, at this time of night, there weren't too many carriages and pedestrians in the streets, and the griffin's powerful wings seemed to stir up a raging storm, and the red maple leaves fluttered all over the sky, and even the wooden window pages of some nearby houses vibrated violently.

Congreve's mind was in chaos.

An awakened griffin knight of the first order, he knows very well that he is no match for him.

The pace of his feet was a little quicker, and the air poured from his nostrils and from his mouth into his heaving chest, and the cold breath of the wind slashed his cheeks like a knife, but the lobes of his lungs burned like flames, scorching his throat dry.

Swallowed a mouthful of saliva with difficulty.

A laneway appeared beside him, and almost without thinking, he desperately slipped into it—

The alley was narrow, half as wide as the griffin's wings, which were six or seven meters wide. Just in time, it was enough to give him a little respite.

The back is attached to the wall.

The rough stone brick surface rubbed against the bloody back, and Congreve had noticed that his injuries had become more serious, but at this time, he didn't care too much-

The griffins of the Dardanelles knights hovered over the area.

His face was calm, and he saw the last Assassin enter the alley, and did not drive the griffon beneath him to land, but simply watched the movement around him with awe-inspiring eyes.

Wait patiently.

He knew about this operation, because of the assassination of Her Royal Highness Princess Samantha, the Earl personally dispatched-

After about half a minute, Pyne was already riding a griffon.

"Hiding in again?"

Pine asked.

Dardanelle did not answer immediately, but from his expression, this fact was already explained.

"So, I'll go back and report to Lord Earl first?"

Dardanelle nodded.

The two griffon knights aren't very interested in the "cat and mouse" game. In fact, if they left the griffin and entered this complex alleyway neighborhood to hunt down, it would be a rather wrong choice-

If the Assassin had planned to leave the area, he would have been exposed to the streets again. The griffons hovered over it, just the right height to keep an eye on.

That damn assassin couldn't escape.

All that's left is to wait until the Earl or someone else leads the soldiers into the area.

……

The moonlight casts a faint silver glow on the ground.

Carrying heavy oak barrels from the wagon with Todd, a distance of nearly fifty meters from the backyard of the "Traveler's House" to the tavern hall in front, this kind of physical work was hard but nothing to the two high-ranking incumbents.

Finally, only the last barrel remained in the wagon of the wagon. Derek stretched out his arms and held the barrel in his arms.

There must not be much space inside the barrel, and in the process of transporting it, the wine kept shaking and making a soft sound of rattling and flowing—

Derek hugged the barrel, and then, bending over, the muscles of his arm suddenly exerted force, and the barrel was pushed against his head. The messy brown hair was instantly crushed by the weight, like a bird's nest that fell to the ground after a strong wind had passed.

The shape and size of the barrel were not much smaller than his stature—

Standing beyond the wall, all you can see is a slowly moving barrel that is slightly bubbling up and down.

Walking oak barrels?

Congreeve was stunned, but he quickly realized that someone was carrying the barrel. At this time, taking advantage of the shadow in the corner of the wall, he was passing by the side of the carriage—

During the recent stay at the "Traveler's House", in addition to his daily work, Derek discovered a new hobby-

Read about knights, from bard tales to folklore. And in the past few days, the one he was reading was so interesting that he reminisced about the plot all the time-

The old man descended from the sky, taught the protagonist who was burdened with a sea of blood and hatred various magical martial arts, and then took revenge and counterattacked, all the way to the peak of life.

And the prologue of this one begins with the down-and-out protagonist having no intention of saving an injured old grandfather.

Turning around, he saw the "old mercenary" Congreve.

From the upper floor of the "Traveler's House" came a ray of orange light, and the two pairs of eyes met in the middle of the night.

"Well, old sir, is there anything going on?"

Derek asked, his raised arm holding the barrel steadily.

However, he did not receive an immediate answer.

The injury to his back had already caused Congreve to bleed a lot, and the veteran bounty hunter from Pablo's Blood Thorn suddenly felt dizzy, his body shook a few times, his eyes went black, and he fell to the foot of the wall.

Derek froze.

He felt as if the plot was exactly the same as in the knights, and it was playing out before his eyes.

"Hey, old sir, what's wrong with you?"

He put down the barrel and rushed over.