The outermost iron gate of the Lord's Palace was tightly closed, and patrolling garrison soldiers walked past the city walls from time to time. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The two of them rode to the door, where they were stopped by two guards guarding the iron gate.

"What are you doing here?" A muffled voice came from under the helmet of one of the guards asked.

"Find Lord Damien and get the reward he deserves." Ranster rolled over and dismounted, revealing the three hideous bear heads hanging from the horses behind him.

"Unbelievable...... I didn't expect anyone to be able to do it. Another guard lifted his helmet, as if trying to see it better, "You really killed them all?" Three? ”

"All three, we've searched the forest, and there's no other beast." Lancet patted the bear on the head, "Can we go in now?" ”

The two guards turned their heads to look at each other, and the one who spoke first shook his head.

"I'm sorry, but my lord can't see you right now."

"Why? We've finished the bounty, why can't he see us? As soon as Moria heard the guard's answer, she immediately asked rhetorically.

Lancet glanced at the female mage, knowing why she was so positive. There's only one reason why Moria's heart is so good, and that's that the people of the Horn of Fear may have a message about "him".

The one who gave her the blood of Aukus.

"In fact, in addition to receiving the bounty, we also have important matters to discuss with the lord." Rinster is also trying his best to fight for a meeting with the Lord of Damien.

The guards still resolutely rejected the two.

"This is the order of Baron Damien Norton, Lord of the North, son of Baron Thorne Norton, and I must carry it out."

"I'm sorry, both of you." Another guard said, "If you want to claim your bounty, you can wait until tomorrow morning." ”

The mage wanted to say something more, but Lancet tapped her on the shoulder and motioned to leave.

Moria bit her lip and followed Lancet out of the Lord's Mansion rather reluctantly.

……

"We should fight for it again and show him the ring you got, he has no reason not to see us." The female mage was still haunted by not being able to meet Damien just now.

"And then he was arrested as a cultist?" Lancet looked at the angry Moria, and shook his head helplessly, "We don't know anything about the Lord of the North County and the Horn of Fear here, and we don't even know if those believers have infiltrated the Lord's Mansion, or if that Lord Damien is the same as the cultists at all. ”

"We can't take that risk, you know?" Randster had to tell all the things that the female mage couldn't think about, which could be regarded as a lesson for this girl who was not deeply involved in the world.

"Little girl, you are too naïve, sooner or later you will die." Ed's words were much more direct, and he didn't care if the other party liked it or not.

Ranster flicked the raven's little head with his fingers, and Ed burrowed back into his master's cloak with a painful "whoosh".

"I'm sorry......" Moria's mouth opened for a long time, and finally only said an apology.

"I understand your feelings, be patient." Lancet reassured.

The female mage nodded, in fact, she didn't understand anything, but she was temporarily overcome by hatred to reason.

"What now? Let's go for clues ourselves? ”

Listening to Moria's inquiry, Lancet thought for a moment.

"Do you remember yesterday in the tavern that Todd used to describe Damien like that?"

"I'm scared of the ghosts in my head." Moria immediately remembered what the tavernkeeper had said.

Lanster nodded approvingly at the mage, encouraging her to continue her thoughts.

"Looks like we need to go and ask Todd for more news about Lord Baron." The female mage finally let go of the heavy expression on her face.

"Ma'am, please." Ranster made a "please" gesture and struck after Moria's horse and ran in the direction of the tavern.

……

"Are you too nice to her?" Eddard somehow emerged from his cloak again and stood in Ranster's ear.

"I have to get her used to this life as soon as possible, after all, I can't take care of her all the time." The Witcher explained, "I want a teammate I can rely on in key moments, not a kid I need to take care of all the time." ”

"She's a quick learner and she's a gifted girl."

"But it's not fast enough." Rance looked at the back of the female mage in front of her and said in a deep voice, "If you want to fight against those immortal cultists, she is not an opponent at all now. ”

"Like you said, she's going to kill herself sooner or later."

……

The two horses returned to Todd's tavern one after the other, and Lancet pushed open the half-open wooden door, revealing that there was a stout middle-aged man inside, in addition to Todd.

"It's just in time to come back, my friend!" Seeing the two returning, Todd immediately warmly beckoned them to his side and introduced the sad-looking man in front of him to Leinster.

"Blacksmith Moss, salute you." The man in plain attire stood up and gave a clumsy salute to Lancet and the female mage.

"What can I do for you?" Lancet returned the salute, then took off his leather gloves and took the cup that Todd had handed him.

"My wife and daughter...... I haven't seen them in two days. Moss kept rubbing his calloused hands, unable to hide his inner anxiety.

"Everyone said they were eaten by monsters, and I know you just killed those monsters......" He pursed his lips in confusion, his whole face turned red, and he wanted to ask but didn't dare to speak.

"I'll help him ask." Todd couldn't stand the old man anymore, and opened his mouth to ask for him, "He wants to ask if you have found his wife and daughter in the monster's lair." ”

"My wife, Lisa, and daughter, Dorana, are both natives of the Northlands, tall and brown......-haired," the blacksmith stammered, his hands shaking nervously.

Randster shook his head, there was only rotten meat in that place, how could he tell which one was his wife and children.

"Did you behave anything unusual when you saw them for the last time?" He asked, taking a sip of the fruit wine from his glass.

"No...... They just said to go to a service...... "Moss, the blacksmith, said as he suddenly slammed the table in a rage, shaking the food on it to the ground.

"It must be that little bastard! They were going with Andy's little thug, and I shouldn't have let them go with him......"

Lancet reached for the fruit bowl beside him and turned his inquiring gaze to Todd.

"Andy is an orphan, fatherless and motherless, although he is usually a little bad, but the child is not bad by nature......"

Todd was interrupted by the blacksmith before he could finish his sentence.

"It must be him! He's always wanted to be with my daughter, but how can he be worthy of Dolana! Moss, the blacksmith, gasped for breath, and his eyes turned red.