The carriage travels to the fourth junction, and Harold and Leke Bryan go their separate ways, with Leke Bryan driving the carriage around the Papal Territory towards the Southern Kingdom, while Harold heads south, straight to the border between the Church Territory and the Salga Empire.

This place is only a dozen kilometers away from the church territory, and Harold is very fast, a distance of more than ten kilometers, and it can be completed in less than three hours. Harold plans to take a ride on the Church Territory and then take a ride to the College City.

Harold followed the main road, but found a rough and difficult path to the south, which was deserted, and there were no other pedestrians but him. The environment was very secluded, and Harold's running speed slowed down.

It's still early, and in the evening you can walk to the town at the southern foot of the snow-capped mountains of St. Maurice.

He ran slowly, thinking about the last message he asked before leaving Maple Leaf City: "The current head of the Ramil family, Ebutt Ramir, is the former prime minister of the Salga Empire and the teacher of Freddy Barth, the Grand Prince of the Salga Empire. Is it because of this relationship that this family secretly made a bad deal to the central army of the Salga Empire? Or are they simply trying to make a profit? Well, but no matter what their motives are, the operation to writhe trouble in the Salga Empire is in line with Lanna's current interests, do you want to contact them? ”

Just when Harold was a little tangled, suddenly there was a short sound from a distance, distant, faint, and quickly disappearing.

Harold had excellent ear skills, and it was such an illusionary sound, and he could still tell it to be a distant gunshot.

"The sound of gunfire from four to five kilometers to the southwest, is it the sound of gunfire from hunters in the mountains?"

Harold continued to run more than twenty meters away, and suddenly stopped, he followed the sound to estimate the direction, and then changed direction and ran in a southwesterly direction.

Harold entered the magic power in advance and opened the "Blood Covenant" technique on the necklace on his chest, and his body was extremely fast, moving through the taiga like a ghost.

After only five minutes of running southwest, Harold immediately sensed that the gunfire was unusual, and he immediately stopped and listened intently to the sound of the woods.

"About 200 meters ahead, there are a lot of voices of people and dogs." Harold frowned, and it looked like he had to find out.

Harold looked around, and he immediately found a 'red pine tree' from the surrounding forest that emitted a pungent smell of sap, and immediately rushed to the tree, drew a sharp dagger, and cut the bark.

After the bark was separated, a large amount of pink, pungent scented sap flowed from the tree, and it took Harold only a few seconds to coat his clothes, face, and hands with this sticky pink sap.

When he had done this, Harold bent down and moved forward lightly for a distance, and then he fell to his knees and lay on the snow, his ears pressed against the snow, listening to the movements around him.

"There are mobile sentinels in front of the left and in front of the right, and if you take out one of them, the other will be able to detect an intruder. It's very professional, what exactly do you have to do, and you have to set up a secret post to prevent witnesses? Harold was becoming more and more curious, but the situation was unknown, and he did not intend to venture inside.

He hid behind a dead tree, picked up a handful of snow from the ground, made a snowball and threw it at a dry bush.

The snowball hit the bushes with a "whoosh" sound.

The two gunshots were fired almost simultaneously, without warning, and were aimed directly at the bushes.

After the gunshots rang out, followed by the sound of boots trampling on the snow, two armed men in black and black armor rushed out of the woods, one aiming at the rear and the other rushing forward, stabbing the dry bushes with the bayonets of muskets.

Later, the two of them checked the bushes, and when they found that there was nothing unusual, they did not delay in the slightest and disappeared into the dense forest.

"Interestingly, it's not the military uniform of any country on the mainland, but it's also well-trained. I'd like to see what's going on up ahead. Harold thought so, for a person like him with a highly sensitive five senses, there was naturally a gap to drill into such a large-scale field reconnaissance network.

He put on the black iron mask, wrapped his gray cloak tightly, and shook his body like a gust of wind through the woods.

Between the two mobile dark sentinels, there is a short visual blind spot, and Harold, like a veteran student who is skilled in cheating, very easily grasps the short gap between the visual blind spots, and runs a distance of twenty meters on the snow, but the scouts in the dark do not notice it in the slightest.

Infiltrating the first layer of the reconnaissance net formed by the secret sentinel, in front of him was a large glade, Harold no longer moved forward, but immediately found a large tree and quickly climbed up. Lying on its stomach like a cat on the thick black trunk, his eyes widened, he quietly peered into the glade.

Sure enough, he saw a big commotion.

Harold's vision is excellent, and he can see the situation from eight or nine hundred meters away.

In the center of the clearing, a group of people dressed in civilian clothes knelt in a row, numbering about thirty people, all blindfolded by strips of cloth and with their hands tied behind their backs.

Behind them were more than twenty samurai dressed in black and armor, stabbing the bodies of the poor men from behind.

Twenty meters from where the group were, Harold discovered the cause of the gunshot, where a corpse was lying alone, half of his chest had been shattered by musket ammunition. Blood stained the snow red, as delicate as flowers. Probably trying to escape, someone shot him in the back.

Harold could also breathe bloody from eight or nine hundred meters away, and his eyes rolled as he quickly glanced at the group of men in black who were engaged in massacre.

Suddenly, he locked on one of the men in black, a young man who looked like a leader. He was standing next to the row of men in black, not participating in the assassination, but handing a musket to his accomplices, who were probably the work of the sad soul whose chest was shattered twenty meters away.

Harold's eyes tried his best to lock on to the leader-like guy, but the distance of nearly a thousand meters was too far, and even Harold's strengthened senses couldn't really see it.

Harold could get a rough idea of the man's physical characteristics, though, with a tall and thin stature and what appeared to be a pair of glasses on his face.

Looking at the man's vague figure, that faint sense of disgust from the heart came back to his heart, and Harold frowned.

"It's a coincidence that it's the third time I've met this upsetting guy. But what are they doing? Idle to kill and play?