As the Talon mercenary group left the town of White Rock and headed due north, a long trail of clear footprints could be seen in the snow along the way—from the path in the hills below to the forest at the far end.

It's like a road sign pointing ahead.

Ginnod's gaze turned away from the footprints, and his face quickly darkened—and he was convinced that the place where the young man had gone was the grave of Viscount Afradi.

Are both sides for the same thing?

He didn't know, but an ominous premonition was rising in his mind—although he was well prepared for battle, he didn't want to clash with the young mountain swordsman.

It's just that at the moment, it seems likely that he will not be able to help himself.

Helwig came to his side.

"Captain, I'm afraid they have the same purpose."

He was dressed in light armor inlaid with leather and iron plates, and his long white hair was neatly tied at the back of his head with this belt—under the flying eyebrows were a pair of gray eyes, which were not too distinctive, but with the raised hooked nose below, he looked a little lean and yin.

Helwig, who joined the Talon Mercenary Regiment two years ago, has since become the captain of the First Brigade with outstanding achievements. He's very good, he's good at planning plans, and he's pretty experienced in all aspects of combat.

He was an officer in the private army of the nobility.

However, after the outbreak of the "Fog Pine War", the noble lord to whom he was loyal fled the territory in a hurry, and with nowhere to return, he did not choose to rejoin the army like the boys under him, and rode his own horse from the Rawls region of the west all the way through Nogo to Lazis.

Luckily, he met the regimental commander Gynod, and because of this gentleman's appreciation, he quickly gained a foothold in Boomerma's mercenary group - in fact, he was also very grateful to the head Gynod.

In this mission, he knew very well that Ginod and the entire mercenary group were unwilling to give up or suffer defeat - all the efforts were due to this, he learned from the head of the regiment the general strength of the young mountain man sword hero and his party, and made careful plans for this.

Tightening the padded jacket on his body, Ginnod nodded to him, and continued to walk forward-

They had already put on their armor before they set off, and in order to protect themselves from the cold, they specially put on a thick and warm jacket on the outside - the mercenaries' bloated bodies looked like brown bears in winter, which looked somewhat ridiculous at a glance.

However, the team was quiet, and no one made any unnecessary noise.

Moving forward were most of the members of the First Battalion of the Talon Mercenaries - except for a few of the wounded who remained with the Third Brigade in Bulma, all of them had already arrived in the Ceris area.

The snow scene in the early winter of the cyan hill has only one monotonous color.

Silvery white, crystal clear, reflecting the dizzying silver white of the pale sunlight.

If a bard walks in this snowy landscape, he may be inspired to write a good poem.

However, for the mercenaries, this kind of wild adventure and battle in bad weather is undoubtedly an ordeal, but fortunately, for Rael's sake, the mercenaries can still endure it.

The trail of the forerunners climbed over the hills and sank into a forest of dwarf pines.

Seeing this, there is no need to doubt things anymore. Both Ginod and Helwig knew that the young man and his companion had indeed come to the grave of the Viscount Affredi.

The graveyard had the one they needed to complete their mission.

"Helwig, get ready for battle."

Gynod said coldly to his henchman, Helvig, the captain of the First Brigade, and the mercenaries behind him spread out their formation, gradually moving closer to this dwarf pine forest - the terrain in the forest was not very suitable for the use of strong crossbows, and he suddenly had some faint worries.

"Wait, Captain."

Helwig showed no displeasure at Ginnold's overstepping, and like a dutiful staff, he first glanced up at the dwarf pine forest, where there was still snow on the dark green pine needles, and the occasional bird could be seen stopping.

"There's something weird there."

Helweig's eyes searched the pine forest, and he quickly gave the order to keep the mercenaries on the lookout for unusual movements and traces nearby.

"Found footprints."

It was only about three to five minutes before a mercenary raised his hand to signal—the trail from the white stone monument through the path through the pine forest, all the way out.

Two strings of footprints.

The distribution in pine forests is a rough "Z" shape.

"They're gone."

Gynold said. After determining this reality, he beckoned his mercenaries to gather and began to enter the dwarf pine forest.

A snow-covered hill and a white stone monument - the cemetery of the heroes of the kingdom is so simple that it can't help but make people sigh.

Perhaps the heroic Viscount Afradi has long been forgotten.

It's a pity that the mercenaries don't have much admiration for the so-called heroes of the kingdom in their hearts, and the obsession with Rael flows in their souls and blood, like a field of crops overgrown with barnyard grass.

Someone has already started exploring the hill.

To be sure, this hill is the graveyard of the Viscount. At the thought of the high commission of this mission, all the people only felt their blood surging, and their hearts were on fire—the extremely bad act of exhuming graves and destroying corpses had been forgotten by them at this time.

They want to do it right away.

"Someone just came."

On the white stone tablet that is more than half a person high, there are still traces of palm wipes.

Ginod stood in front of the stele, he stared at the inscription on it - as the leader of the Talon Mercenary Regiment, he had received some basic cultural education, and the Elantt script on it was quickly recognized by him.

An anonymous short poem.

It seems to allude to the past of the dead viscount.

Ginnod couldn't help but whisper.

……

"Hero's Relic".

The quest item mentioned in the forum post turned out to be a nondescript sterling silver necklace.

Gross spread it out in the palm of his hand, and the necklace consisted of a small silver chain and a small heart-shaped box—the silver chain passed through a small hole at the concave end of the small box, and on the surface of the box, a line of fly-headed text was written:

To dear Sean, Milia Heinrich.

"It seems to be a token of love."

Levin glanced at it and said beside him. Despite being only half a bucket of water, the heart-shaped style is no different from the knick-knacks that young men and women who love each other give each other.

Gross noticed that there was also a raised pea-sized dot on the small box.

This is a trap button.

A slight shake of the necklace can also determine that the small box is empty.

There's something in there.

However, Gross did not choose to open it immediately, he stared at the necklace - Milia Heinrich? The surname Heinrich is exactly the same as the signet ring in his hand.

What is the connection between the two?