The sun is darkening, and before long, it will be night.

The old man of the bakery is tidying up the shop, and recently flour and other things are becoming more and more difficult to buy, and the price of bread can only increase, so business is naturally not good, and it is ready to close before night.

"Uncle, give me two pineapple buns and two bottles of milk." An easy-going voice came from behind the old baker.

The old man looked back.

It was a strange man, wearing a pitch-black cloak, he couldn't see fat or thin, and even his face was hidden in the shadows, so it was difficult to distinguish. But the old man is not surprised, adventurers in this kind of dress are often there, and there are even stranger ones.

"Okay, young man, wait a minute." The old man smiled and went to the back kitchen to get two portions of bread and milk in the bag, and handed them to the strange young man.

"Here, take it."

"Thanks, uncle." The man was dressed strangely, but his temper and politeness were good, and he took the paper bag and handed the old man five silver coins: "You don't need to look for it." ”

With that, the cloaked young man left.

On the corner of the street, a child in rags was hiding in a corner shivering, and although he was covered in a shabby velvet robe, it was clear that it could not bring him enough warmth. He was a little tired and hungry.

At this moment, a man in a black cloak walked up and sat down casually beside the boy. The boy looked at this guy strangely, and the others saw that he had always avoided and would not approach, but this man was completely different.

The cloaked man rummaged through the brown paper bag in his hand, took out a loaf of bread and handed it to the boy: "Now, eat it." ”

The boy was a little stunned, looking at the baked golden bread. After half a sound, he timidly stretched out his little black hand and took it: "Thank you." ”

After saying that, the boy began to eat the food in his hand little by little, and seemed reluctant to finish it in one go.

The cloaked man smiled, took out another jug of milk and placed it beside the boy, and took a portion of food from the paper bag and ate it.

Two people, one big and one small, just sat in the dirty corner of the street and ate silently.

The bread was delicious, the skin was crispy, and the old man seemed to be a connoisseur.

The boy took a small sip of milk and looked at the people around him curiously: "Big brother, who are you?" ”

The cloaked man was stunned for a moment, and even the hand that was delivering food to his mouth paused, and seemed to smile bitterly: "Me? I'm a bad person. ”

"No, it won't." The boy took a bite of bread: "Bad people will only beat me and scold me, big brother, you are very good, you will not be a bad person." He lowered his head and continued to eat.

The cloaked man looked a little bitter, eating his own things, and did not speak.

Soon, the boy wiped his mouth, looked at the bag in his hand, and ate the last bite of bread.

The cloaked man also patted himself and stood up: "I'm leaving." ”

"Big brother, will you still come?" The little boy was a little reluctant, and he didn't know whether he was reluctant to give up the bread or the cloaked man.

"Maybe."

The boy stood up with some disappointment, and suddenly, he noticed that there was a small bag in the previous place of the cloaked man. The bag was open, and there were a lot of silver coins in it, and he was about to stop the big brother, but the man had disappeared into the street, without a trace.

It was already dark, and in the deep night, the wind seemed to be like a person sobbing slightly, causing people to feel a chill for no reason.

In the regent's room, the servants respectfully presented an exquisite dinner, a plate of half-cooked Frerell beef, and a bowl of millet porridge. Oh, and a nice bottle of Flemish and two glasses, which the Regent asked for.

Having laid down the dinner, the servant withdrew. But the regent Misha was not in a hurry to eat, but sat silently, as if waiting for someone. She was indeed waiting for someone, a guest. A must-have guest tonight.

Misha knew what had happened in the past few days, how could she not know about the shadows of the tribe and the torrents of the diversion. It's just that she didn't stop it, nor did she suppress it, but watched the situation change in silence. Because in her mind, all this has no meaning. It used to be her greatest ambition, but now it makes her feel nothing, even a little disgusted.

The candle flame on the windowsill swayed slightly, as if a breeze was blowing, and it seemed to be just the ordinary beating of the firelight.

"You're here?" Misha's voice is deep, but it's also nice. There was no emotion, like another greeting to an old friend.

The air shook slightly, and a pitch-black shadow appeared in the room, so out of place in the ornate room.

He was standing in front of him, but he couldn't feel his breath at all, and if it weren't for the magic barrier that had been set up a long time ago, he wouldn't even feel his arrival. In fact, even the magic enchantment only detected a trace of rune fluctuations, like a drop of water falling on the roaring sea, which was invisible.

Misha was not surprised, but glanced at the shadow indifferently: "Sure enough, just like the news reported by the soldiers, you are like a ghost." ”

"Really? It's a pity I don't like the analogy. A neutral voice came from the shadows, and it was impossible to tell if it was a man or a woman, but it looked like it was a man.

Misha picked up her knife and fork and glanced at the other chair in front of the table, one across from her: "Would you like to sit down and eat together, or have a glass of wine?" ”

"Of course, it's my pleasure to have you invite." There was no laughing or murderous intent, just a very bland sentence, and Shadow sat down in his seat, took a wine glass, and found some wine in it, and the smell of wine filled the room.

"You're very polite, not what I thought I thought." Misha smiled gently, "I thought you would be a twisted personality who is silent and only kills." ”

The shadow took off the veil on his face, but unfortunately he still couldn't see his appearance clearly in the shadow, took a sip of wine and said, "Mutual friend, I also thought you would be a greedy old woman. ”

Both of them were speechless, one continued to eat, and the other drank to himself.

"You killed Kadir?" I don't know how long it took, Misha asked, looking very flat.

"Well, before he dies, let me not kill you." The light shone on the transparent liquor in the glass, reflecting a somewhat blurry light.

Misha did not rush to speak, but also got himself a glass of wine and said: "I used to be wrong all along, blinded by hatred, but did not see the most precious things. ”

"People are like that, aren't they?" Shadow nodded and said, shaking the wine glass in his hand: "So, do you want revenge?" ”

"Yes, I will." Without the slightest hesitation, Misha said lightly, as if she was not going to take revenge, but to sleep: "After that, I will also die, and Ash's child will become the queen of the tribe again, the rightful king." ”

"What are you going to do?" The dark shadow's tone paused.

Misha put a piece of beef in his mouth and glanced at the half-drunk wine: "Just like your forbidden potion at this dinner, I put something in the wine." You should be a rune force, the mental power is not strong, I just have all the slight illusions and spiritual hints, you, have already drunk. ”