Captain Permons led Rektaran Lamir to a hut in the corner of the camp.

"The other day, there was a small avalanche on the snowy mountains of St. Maurice. Our patrol dogs find something strange in the snowdrifts that washed down from the snowy mountains after an avalanche? ”

"What kind of thing?" Rektaran asked.

Pillmons lifted the curtain for Rektaran, and there were several beds in the hut, on which were placed something, covered with white cloth.

Through these translucent white cloths, Rektaran could see that the bed was filled with human body pieces, and the temperature was extremely low in winter, so there was no need to worry about rancidity.

Rektaran frowned, a little disgusted, he retreated from the room, he turned his head, "Mr. Captain, is there anything wrong with this?" There were four or five of them, but they were probably the corpses of adventurers or hunters who had encountered dangerous monsters on the snowy mountains. If the group is wiped out, it is really possible to become such a tragic appearance.

Pillmons shook his head: "Their bodies are shattered because of the impact of an avalanche. But the skulls were all artificially shattered. ”

It's not a strange thing, Rektaran waits for Pillmons' next step.

"The strange thing is that these people have been dead for a few years, and they have become dried corpses (the black scales have turned to powder). But the injuries to the skull, though still recent, were the ones that had been shattered one by one after their deaths. ”

Rektaran pondered for a moment, "Could it be that our 'target' caused this result?" If the "target" controls the corpse with necromancy, it happens to crash into the adventurer who sneaks up the mountain. After all, the border of the snow-capped mountains of St. Maurice is too long, and it is not surprising that there are a few adventurers who sneak in. ”

"That's what I thought at first, but the four elite knights I sent followed the 'target' all the way, and from what they reported. It is unlikely that the target will have the time and energy to control the five or six corpses outside of view. ”

Rektaran groaned, "What do you mean, the reason for these people's current situation is that there may be accomplices?" Hidden in this mountain range. ”

"I think there is a 1 percent chance of this kind of thing, so we have to guard against the accomplices that the 'target' may be hiding." Pillmons nodded, the young man with glasses in front of him had a pretty good brain, and he didn't have to work too hard to speak.

"Well, Mr. Captain is right. Let's just follow the "goal" and there may be a companion to pick you up. Rektaran nodded.

Pillmons rubbed his hands, and he looked a little embarrassed: "I'm not worried about the blockade in the south, but in the territory of the Salga Empire in the north, we have fewer people. And it is said that the "Emerald River" blocked by Jeff Carrian's old boy is starting to take off, and the provinces further north may already be flooding. When the time comes, our northern manpower will have to blockade the snow-capped mountains of St. Maurice on the one hand, and on the other hand, we will have to face the onslaught of refugees......"

Rektaran chuckled, "Mr. Captain, is rightly worried. I also thought of this verse when I came home this time. As you know, my family is still somewhat influential in the southern part of the Sarga Empire, and has arranged for my family to set up ambushes on the road further north. ”

"It couldn't be better!" Pillmons heartily patted Rektaran on the shoulder with his severed finger hand, as if he were seeing a friend.

While Rektaran Lamir and Pillmons were talking in front of the hut, a knight of punishment rode into the camp.

"Mr. Rektaran Ramiel, are you there?" The retributive knight on horseback shouted.

"I'm here!" Rektaran next to the hut waved.

The messenger jumped off his horse and ran to Ryktaran, to whom he handed him a letter.

Rektaran immediately opened the letter.

"Return to the Papal City."

The letter bears these words, and in the lower left corner is the Pope's seal.

After reading the letter, Rektaran turned to Pillmons and said, "His Holiness has summoned me to meet him, just as I am about to return to the academy city. May Lady Luck favor you, Mr. Captain. ”

"It's for us." Pillmons corrected.

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In the evening, when the lights first appeared, Harold returned to College City, and he did not go home first. Instead, go to that alley and find the orc Tyrese.

In the basement of that hidden little bar.

"Hmph, you kid, let me wait for days."

"Don't talk so much nonsense, Brother Tyrese. The thing was delivered, satisfied, happy, right? ”

"Humph!" Tyrese looked dumbfounded. "I finally made my mother-in-law happy. Private money has not been worrying lately. ”

"Tsk." Harold looked disdainful and spread his hands. "Where's the new primary weapon? I'm in a hurry! Now there's a little trouble in Academy City. ”

"What little trouble?? Recently, however, the weapon replacement rate and update rate of the Punishment Knights have increased a lot. Tyrese stroked the hair from his head, and he walked into the corner and pulled out a black box.

"I don't know the details." Harold took the box with both hands, and the black box was still a little heavy. "But it will definitely have a big impact, and I guess I may have to intervene at that time."

"Oh, my God! You, who is even lazier than the fat cat raised by the housewife next door, suddenly want to take the initiative to get involved in something! Then that must be a big bad thing. Tyrese exclaimed.

"Am I a scourge? Although it may not really be a good thing. Harold rolled his eyes.

"I pondered that only if there are big bad things that will affect your peaceful life, you may take the initiative to pinch off the sprouts. Oh, Miss Lanna's business, you might be able to do it by the way, too. Ordinary good or bad things, you don't have the interest to care. ”

“...... Well, you're right. ”

Harold placed the long black box on the table, broke the slip button on it, and opened the black box, which contained two knives, one long and one short, and bent all the way.

Harold first took the longer straight knife out of the box, and he drew the long knife from its scabbard, the knife was so sharp that the blade reflected the fire of the fireplace, and the blade radiated a cold glow.

"A long knife made of dwarven alloy, the material is not bad. I guess it will take me a long time. Harold casually played with a beautiful knife and held the knife horizontally.

He looked at the shape of the long knife by the light of the fire, the blade was straight, the tip of the knife had a slight arc, and it had a reverse blade (the back of the knife was also open), like a goose feather. There are four blood troughs on both sides, which are used to bleed.

It was a fierce cold weapon, and Harold put the knife in its scabbard.

"Brother Tyrese, you're pretty good at blacksmithing. I'll just give you the shape features, and you will be able to make a knife that matches the characteristics like this. It turns out that you've been bragging all along. ”