North of the Merser Continent, Moon Creek Forest. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

The early summer sun shines on the land, and everything in the forest bursts into life. This is already close to the most marginal area of the Hearder Empire, and more than ten miles to the north, there is the most remote town in the north of the Hearder Empire, Beijun.

The Imperial Avenue that connects Mooncreek Forest to North County is lined with turquoise meadows, and unknown multicolored wildflowers bloom on the roadside, slowly swaying with the early summer breeze. A foraging fawn is strolling leisurely, enjoying the rain that collects in the meadow after the rain. This silent picture scroll is framed into a beautiful landscape under the warm sunlight.

Unfortunately, the good times did not last long, and the stagnant water in the puddle began to ripple regularly with a sound of "stepping" from far and near. The alert little creature raised his head and twitched his keen ears a few times, quickly turned and ran away, and disappeared into the grass in an instant.

Randster rode a black war horse covered in runes on the Imperial Avenue. On another warhorse behind him, the female mage was wrapped from head to toe in a black hood and cloak, revealing only half of her face.

"Do I have to dress like this?" Moria sped up to catch up with Ranster's horse, feeling the sweat on her back.

"Didn't we say okay, you can't reveal your spells at will." Lancet glanced at the tightly wrapped female mage and said with a smile.

"If you don't want to go to the Mage Tower in Star City, and you don't want to be burned as a Wilderness Witch, then listen to me obediently and don't use spells."

Moria, who wanted to open her mouth to refute, actually closed her mouth obediently after hearing his words.

For the court mages of the Obelisk and Starstar City, they now belong to the "dead" people. But that doesn't mean they're safe - those who really want to kill both know they're alive.

When Lancet woke up in the secret camp last night, he was truly relieved to learn that the Iron Wolf Leader, Dezik, had been burned to ashes by a female mage using a spell.

He didn't want to be hunted down by a newborn vampire leader who was going on a rampage day and night.

Raven Eddard also surprised Lancet, as his natural sense of wealth and treasure led him to the dimensional bag that Dezik was carrying, and it was now firmly tied to the witcher's waist.

In addition to the summoning statue of the war horse under him and some clothes and other miscellaneous items, the dimensional bag of the iron wolf leader did not even have half a gold coin.

It seems that no matter where the wealth of the Iron Wolf Mercenary Group is hidden, no one will know about it anymore.

Experiencing these two ordeals together also made Lancet change his original opinion of female mages. He agreed to the other party's request so that she could travel with him.

"I'm just worried about her safety."

At least that's what Lancet himself convinced.

The weather in early summer is always changeable, and showers soon begin to fall when the weather is still sunny and sunny.

Lancet and the mage's horses raced down the avenue at a rapid pace, and they wanted to get to Northcounty as soon as possible, after all, it was not very enjoyable to get wet.

But the horses couldn't outrun the raindrops, and it wasn't long before their cloaks were wet with rain, and the rain dripped down the edge of the hood, and slowly turned into a continuous stream of water as the rain intensified.

Showers turned into torrential rain.

A small head protruded from under Ranster's cloak, and Ed was lying on his master's shoulder, two small black eyes looking playfully at the mage beside him.

"Hold on, we're already close to the territory of the North County." Looking ahead through the rain curtain, Lancet could vaguely see a building in view.

Moria didn't answer, the oncoming rain was almost out of breath, and there was no time to speak.

Soon the two of them were on the edge of the town, and after a short run in the direction of the center, they saw what they were looking for most now—a tavern with a beer sign.

Lancet tethered his horse to the stable, and hurried to the door of the tavern and pushed the door, finding it locked from the inside.

He tapped the wooden door, and there was a "thump" sound.

The female mage had already tied her horse and came to him with an inquiring look.

Lancet knocked the door again, and soon the door opened a gap.

He wanted to push open the door and enter, but he didn't expect the wooden door to be blocked by the people behind him.

"We're closed." It seemed that the man had no intention of letting the two of them in, and he muttered impatiently, trying to reach out and close the door.

At this time, Moria slapped her hand on the door and made a "pop" sound.

The man in the door was obviously taken aback, and he wanted to teach this woman a good lesson, but after seeing the two glittering gold coins in her hand, he swallowed the words back into his stomach.

"Now you can open your business." The female mage slapped the gold coin on the man's chest, pushed open the door and walked in.

Lancet looked at Moria, who was familiar with the car, with some surprise, and a look of appreciation on his face.

"This little girl is good, she learns very quickly." Ed peeked his little head out of Lancer's hood and whispered into his master's ear.

"It's fast, but ......" Ranster nodded in agreement, then glanced at the pie-in-the-sky man by the door, and reached out to take a gold coin from his arms.

"Just one gold coin is enough." Randster took the gold in his arms and followed the mage to the seat next to the fire.

The entire tavern was empty, and it looked like it hadn't been open for business for a long time.

"Bread, chicken, and ale, hurry." Lancet shouted to the man who was still stunned, turned and pulled a chair and sat down by the fire.

Moria lifted her hood, unbuckled her cloak, and spread her long, wet hair, leaning back in her chair and roasting her hair.

Lancet also took off his soaked cloak and added firewood to the already thriving fire.

Soon, the man was on the table with food and wine.

"What are you doing here, you're here to fight monsters?" The tall man, Todd, the owner of the tavern, asked curiously.

"Monsters? What monster?" Hearing this, Lancet put down the bread and chicken in his hand and asked with interest.

"A monster in a cave east of town, of course. It came to the village every once in a while and took away one or a few inhabitants for many days. Todd spoke with deep fear in his eyes, "It's causing panic in the whole town right now, and many residents have left North County. ”

"What about your lord, doesn't he care about this?" Lancet took a sip of the slightly bitter ale and continued to ask.

"his lord Damien, this idiot knows to hide in his lord's mansion every day, scared by the ghosts in his head." Todd burst into a foul mouth, and it seemed that this Lord Damien was very unpopular.