In the early morning, the town, which is not usually very lively, suddenly became noisy. Farmers from the White River Plain hug each other from all directions, greet each other and discuss the year's harvest. It is the first day of Thanksgiving Week, the eve of the harvest festival.

Thanksgiving Week originated from the teachings of the Lord of Dawn, who took away the people who believed in him under the golden tree, and he promised them good weather, food and clothing, and the only requirement was the gratitude of the Ember people. Legend has it that the Lord of the Dawn has designated the first Tuesday of November as the harvest festival of the year, when farmers from both the north and the south will put aside their work to celebrate the generosity of the gods and the fruitful harvest of the year. The week leading up to the harvest festival is known as "Thanksgiving Week."

With the passage of time, although the Yu Ember people gradually withdrew from the stage of history, this tradition has been passed down in various ways.

During Thanksgiving Week, farmers gather together to trade their surplus produce in the most traditional way. Most of the local lords will also be generous to them, so the town of White Sands will not be too strict on this day - most of the market area will be open, people can set up stalls and shop as they please, and during the week, they will not have to pay any taxes on their trade. Although the Dragonman Empire Ruha is special compared to any other empire in the history of the mainland, the traditions of Thanksgiving Week and Harvest Festival have also been continued.

There is a theory that although the dragons are proud of their dragon blood, they are high above the top - but in many details of their lives, they have a large number of special surnames that have been assimilated by humans. Scholars believe that human beings are the most tolerant or influential of other races and civilizations, and in fact, it is true that many of the customs of the nobles of the Luha Empire are basically quite similar to those of the human royal families of the previous dynasties.

"It's an inopportune choice to do it on the first day of Thanksgiving Week." Duran sat leisurely by the windowsill, looking at the people coming and going outside the hostel on the second floor, and couldn't help but sigh softly. Although he did not change his face at this time, his face was covered with a thick layer of black gauze, coupled with the [terrible turban] wrapped around his head, he looked very much like the legendary people who lived in the Far East.

"It's the third day, are you sure that Ironhide guy can handle that many people?" Kate expressed her concerns with concern. They ventured into a hotel in White Sands and rested for two days, during which time the only foreseeable thing was that Erigar's previous sleep spell had failed.

"Don't worry, that guy is smarter than you think." Duran greeted, and the fire-eater jumped deftly from the beam of the house into Duran's arms. "What do you say, Abu?"

Abu nodded approvingly, and then stretched out his paws and scratched Duran's arms with a pair of salivation, like a coquettish house cat.

Duran was amazed and said, "Abu, when did you learn this kind of movement?" ”

"I learned it from the innkeeper's widow cat, who was called Spring all day long," said Simodo, showing a certain talent for gossip, and his eyebrows fluttered, "Speaking of which, that cat is really a bit evil, I heard that there are always people who see wild cats or domestic cats mingling with her, but it was not long before she was found dead on the street, in short, the way of death is strange." When word spread, the townspeople regarded the cat as a bad omen, and only the innkeeper regarded it as his wife, and could not leave it for a moment. ”

Duran weakly put his hand on his forehead and sighed, "Seamus, presumably your [Catching Gossip] skill has reached the full level, right?" ”

Simodo laughed dryly: "My lord, this is the mercenary's way of survival. ”

Leaving behind the mercenary's way of survival and a widow cat that still called Spring in the fall, Duran carefully took out the Molten Heart and handed it to Abu. The latter cheered, and immediately stretched out his long tongue and licked it fiercely, revealing a look of great satisfaction.

Seeing the fire-eating beast so greedy, Duran couldn't help but feel a little funny, gluttony is not rare, what is rare is that Abu can actually restrain his ** every time, just licking the heart of the molten fire is too addictive, and does not fill it in the stomach.

Truth be told, if it weren't for the crucial role this artifact played in Duran's future plans, he would have given it to Abu.

At this moment, there was a sudden noise on the street: "Give way, give way!" ”

"Lord Lord, inspect the warehouse, everyone hurry up and get out of the way!"

"Do you hear me, hurry up! Today is the first day of Thanksgiving Week, and the lord doesn't care about you, but don't expect to get any benefits, the end of grinding is a dead end. ”

"Get out of the way!"

……

On the other side of the street, a lively crowd dispersed in terror, and a group of leather-clad Lords' Guards shouted and screamed to clear the way for the noble man behind him.

At this time, due to the distance, Duran couldn't see the person who was surrounded by a group of team members, but judging from the honorable clothes, it must be Andrew, the dragon mage.

And sure enough, he came out!

Duran calmly closed the window halfway, and he leaned sideways against the lattice, looking solemnly at Kate and Simodo. Kate took a deep breath and stared at Duran with bright eyes, "He's here, isn't he?" As you planned? Honestly, I'll stick to your plan - but now that it's over, I hope you'll think about your own safety, because if you back down now, it doesn't mean you've given up on this hatred. You're still young and you can grow into a behemoth, I believe that. When the time comes, crushing a character like Andrew will be nothing more than a gesture for you. ”

Duran was silent for a moment, then suddenly smiled, "Thank you, Kate." Thank you so much. ”

"You're right about one thing, I'm going to grow up to crush Andrew one day—but when the time comes, my enemy won't be him." Duran tossed the oak thorn high and held it in his hand. The sharp blade refracted the sunlight through the window lattice, transforming it into a terrifying chill - the latter slashed through Duran's neck, a throat wipe that seemed to show Duran's determination: "And now, my strength is not to be underestimated." My enemy is close at hand, and all I have to do is kill him. ”

"So guys, I need your help." Duran said sincerely.

Kate and Simodo nodded, and at this point, I am afraid that only Sivi in this world can prevent Duran from assassinating Andrew. They did so much hard work for this: sneaking into Baisha Town; Duran also had a secret exchange with Chloe, and the two sides made a series of arrangements about what happened after Andrew's death or not; In order to lure the dragonman mages out of the fortress-like Burgen Manor, they took the risk and set fire to an important granary in the municipal district of White Sands - at least nominally, but in fact, when Duran and the others mixed in, they found a large number of dead bodies and some evil artifacts. There is no doubt that it was an important place for Andrew to store the items of his evil experiments.

"He's coming." Duran and Simodo both strode out of the room and took their seats. Kate quickly approached the lattice, observing the approaching procession.

Duran walked into the hall, where there were only a few idlers drinking in the lobby of the hotel.

Duran nodded in satisfaction and motioned for Simodo to go to the deserted backyard while he retreated into a dark hallway between the backyard and the antechamber.

The roar of the Lord's Guard was getting closer and closer, and Duran's heart couldn't help but beat faster, but at this moment, a pitch-black shadow suddenly fell lightly beside him.

Duran was almost startled, but he could see the shadow in no time.

"It turned out to be the she-cat." Duran froze, as if he was called Madame Tussauds, or Mrs. Windsor?

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