The moon shines like frost. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info One man and one horse, pulling out two long shadows in this quiet night. After saying goodbye to Marcuro, the owner of the reception, Glo took the little black horse from the guards and left Shamrock Manor.

Walking in the secluded street in the middle of the night, the cool wind blew on his face, and the nerves, which had been slightly drunk from alcohol, quickly regained consciousness-Glo shook his head, looking back at the clips that happened at the drinking party, and suddenly, his heart was shocked!

In his mind, he seemed to have identified some important clue -

Everything that happened on this night was already wrong compared to what had been envisioned before - as Marcuro took his hand and introduced it to the guests. Glo even remembered all kinds of unfamiliar smiling faces, but in those smiles, there was not only pure kindness, but also some flattery and flattery. There were also a few guys who looked at him with even a little more weirdness.

Moreover, after that, there seemed to be some topics between them and Macoolo. The bandit leader who was present at the time fell into sweet troubles because of Miss Lena beside him and didn't pay much attention to it. But in retrospect, in those seemingly casual words, they may have agreed on certain interests, or rather, found a mutually acceptable balance.

But all this, why did it happen when he came to this drinking party?

Glo led the little black horse along the street, he did not get on the horse, his steps were on the smooth stone slab, the friction transmitted by the soles of his feet brought him back to his usual calm, he tried to analyze the doubts and irrationalities in his mind - in most cases, the rules of the aristocracy were always based on their own interests. Thinking of this premise, Glo finally understood a little.

All of this has to start with Lecter's identity-

When he decided to leave the Ampton mines and go to Afron to "fish in troubled waters", Glo chose to pretend to be "Lecter" because he knew enough about the NPC in Karthas City - he was about the same age, the same Eastern Mountain people's ancestry, and even in terms of physical appearance, the two were extremely similar. Moreover, the other party has a certain identity, but it is not very noticeable. This is a disguised target specially made for the bandit leader!

But this disguise is by no means 100% flawless. During the Sixth Eta War, Lecter, who was born as a commoner, was awarded the title of "Hero of the Northlands" for his heroic battles, although it was most likely a matter of inspiration and a need to cover up his face, but the nobles of the Northlands, more or less, had always had someone who actually met the staff.

In this way, it makes sense that those nobles had strange faces.

So, what about the future Lord of Afron, Marculo Escud?

Glo recalls the meeting between the two. found that this man, who was known for his handsome face and character, did not doubt his identity. Then, the other party's enthusiasm made him feel flattered. But now, Glo senses that he may have fallen into the calculus—

At the moment, the other party is using his pretended identity as a Karthus emissary to create a situation to win more supporters. As for his own authenticity, in this case, it doesn't matter.

Looking up at the full moon in the night sky, Glo sighed, and he even wondered if this was a clever and self-contained cocoon—he came to Afron with confidence, only to find that everything was out of the script he had envisioned. And, it became a pawn in the hands of others.

Ceren, Leos......

Glo muttered the names of several key figures in the Kingdom's navy. For a while, I fell into a tangle and egg pain.

What now?

Glo looked at the little black horse, only to find that the spiritual animal, with its walnut-sized black glittering eyes, twisted its long mane around its neck, and looked back at him silently—wide-eyed!

Speechless.

It was about half an hour's walk from the Clover Manor to the aristocratic quarter that left Afron, and the troubled bandit leader did not choose to ride, he pulled the reins, but he did not have the strength at hand, and the little black horse obediently followed his pace, all the way through the streets full of evergreen dwarf pine shrubs on both sides of the aristocratic quarter, and when he saw the streetscape on both sides changing, and the long, rows of shops appeared, he realized that before he knew it, he had returned to Nancheng District.

The lights weren't too thin in the dark night.

Glo browsed the night view of the bustling port city, and he returned the way he came, thinking about finding a tavern to spend the night. But as he walked down the familiar alley, he suddenly remembered that in the pocket of his black gown, there was a money bag, which he had obtained from the little ruffians.

Heh - that's a windfall, isn't it?

The bandit leader quickly put aside the depression in his heart, reached into his arms, and ran his fingers over the uneven pattern on the surface of Rael's purse, and he was about to count them when a rush of footsteps suddenly came from behind him.

Glo was almost startled - the streets were lit up late at night, but there were few pedestrians on the streets. Occasionally, apart from a few richly decorated carriages accompanied by the shouting of the drivers, there were only a few drunks who were drunk and talked to themselves...... The footsteps are getting closer and closer, and listening to the sound of footsteps, it seems that there is more than one person. Glo suddenly became vigilant, his right hand had been placed on his waist.

The position of the sword - the hem of the black gown was lifted, and a stabbing sword was stuck in the leather scabbard hanging from the belt.

"Justice and righteousness" [Jatis]!

I didn't kill the killer when I met those gangsters before, but I was worried about the stains on my dress because I had to rush to the drinking party, but this does not mean that the bandit leader is a vegetarian.

……

In the two days since the arrival of the messenger from Karthas, Seren had not been to the tavern again.

He stayed in the camp of the kingdom's navy, practiced with the soldiers, and in addition to this, he arranged for himself to practice in swordsmanship and strength. In fact, since joining the army, Seren has rarely been wasted, but feeling the gap between the "domineering pseudo-girl" Marcuro and himself made him more and more diligent.

Take off her shirt, revealing her strong, well-defined upper body, and scars on her wheat-colored arms and torso. Two arms held the bucket high, and a large splash of cold water poured over his body. After finishing his workout, he returned to the barracks and began to rinse his body.

The cold water washed away the dirt and sweat from his skin, as well as a little tiredness—and Ceren quickly got dressed again, picked up his greatsword aside, and walked out.