Dilapidated houses, deserted streets, and the howling wind of early winter.

It's been just over a week since the residents moved out, but it feels like a ruined ruins.

――Not popular. It can only be described as such.

The smell of cold inorganic matter fills the air. No one would think that there are still people living here.

"You mean, the mayor lives here?" One of the heavily armored guards in the lead repeated his question in an unbelievable tone, "The noble lord lives in this shabby place?" ”

None of my servants will live in such a place.

The second half of the sentence was taken back by him in time.

The deep surprise was followed by an inexplicable sourness - it seemed to be a melancholy for the hero.

As if the tale heard in the tavern was nearing the end, the breath of heroic twilight would naturally come to the face. But for some reason, the guard looked at the mayor's house at this moment, and on this road that was no different from the wilderness, it was as if he had stepped into knee-high deep snow, but he couldn't move.

Is that fear?

No......

He knew it.

That's about mercy.

Pity is followed by an almost imperceptible sense of superiority. It was a canine superiority based on loyalty to Farina.

"Ahem, everyone," he said, clearing his throat and forcing his thoughts back, "don't let go of a single house!" All places must be thoroughly investigated! ”

"Do you even want to check the noble lord's house?"

He heard someone behind him ask.

Without even thinking about it, he opened his mouth as soon as his mind heated: "That's nature." Lord Farina's orders must be carried out. ”

But as soon as he spoke, he felt that something was wrong.

So he paused, and then added in a slightly softer voice, "However, in order not to disturb the rest of the town elder with you guys, I will go with you. ”

After a moment's thought, the leading guard walked in the direction he remembered.

I have to say that people's memories are really unreliable.

It hadn't been a few days since he moved out, and the mayor's house became strange.

After making a mistake several times in a row, he came to the mayor's house with the city guards behind him.

The first thing that catches your eye is the wide open door. Winter is approaching, and the wind is coming. The icy air poured into the room, and it felt cold just by looking at it.

"Mayor Mare?"

He called tentatively, but received no response.

With a heartfelt eye, the guard immediately looked down at his feet. I found that the dust had accumulated for a long time, and there were no footprints at all, so I was slightly relieved.

But as soon as he pushed the door in, he was startled by the sound of the bottle breaking.

"You scum! Get out of here! Immediately! ”

Angry, muffled voices came from within.

But when the voice subsided, there was the sound of heavy, slow breathing.

"Mayor Town? What's wrong? ”

The guard at the door strengthened his courage and raised his voice and asked.

The sound of heavy breathing inside suddenly disappeared. After about a short while, a somewhat confused voice came from inside: "Who?" Is there something wrong? ”

It seems to have just woken up. Eighty percent of the previous words were dreams.

The guards knew it.

The heart that I just mentioned was put down. He leaned over and stood in the doorway.

I saw the young mayor sitting on the bed, his face haggard and his face withered. He put his hands on his head and buried his head deeply.

If it weren't for his identity, anyone could have mistaken him for a drunken and decadent shackle in a tavern - though in reality it wasn't much the same.

Thinking of the palpitations caused by the sound of the wine bottle breaking before, the guard finally realized that the person in front of him was the head of a town after all, no matter how broken, he was a real hereditary nobleman, and his fief was no different from a baron of ordinary specifications.

So he also had a heart. Seeing that the mayor of the town seemed to be in a bad mood, he was very smart not to go in to scold, but silently took a few steps back, made a silent gesture to his subordinates, and hid outside the door with peace of mind.

Casually, he asked, "My lord, Lord Farina has asked us to investigate a person who is pretending to be a blighter. Some say he went this way...... Have you ever seen a man dressed in black pass by the window? ”

For a moment of breathing, there was no movement in the room. But the guards weren't relieved.

It was not so much the enduring anger as the calm before the storm.

Sure enough, an almost angry voice came from inside: "How amazing is Farina's people? I'm at least your mayor! Without my father, you pariahs would have known where they would have died! People in black? I have seen you in black clothes! Are your brains used to eat? Didn't you see that I had been sleeping before? ”

The voice was hoarse with rage, and it broke in places. But such a rebuke, which was neither powerful nor gorgeous, made the cold sweat behind the captain of the guard run down.

He finally remembered what kind of person he was talking to.

That's a noble lord who really has a knighthood. Unlike the druids, who are guardians like Farina, most of these noble lords have no spell casting ability and cannot live forever, but this does not affect their influence in the mundane world.

You know, Lord Falina can't even execute others at will, but the noble lord can rely on the mere loss of money to avoid punishment - in the concept of the Carrals, it is self-inflicted to be executed for confronting a person of high status, even if he is in the army, he cannot enjoy the treatment of martyrs, and his family will not only not be cared for and treated preferentially, but will even be looked down upon by others.

So a thought that should have been remembered a long time ago now echoed in his mind: when did these people start to ignore the existence of the mayor and make the acting leader, Farina, the target of their loyalty?

"Mayor, you ...... discourage"

After realizing that the person in front of him was Ram's true master, a thin layer of cold sweat suddenly condensed on the faces of the captain of the guard and the guards behind him.

Even with it, even the tone and voice are a little weaker.

"Eliminate gas? And then you robbers took the last of my possessions? ”

Some nervous voices came from within.

In the cold wind that poured back, the anger that almost ignited the four walls clinged to it. The scolding of the lord is far from over: "I swear, I will hang you!" Sentenced to death by hanging! You bandits, thieves! Come, come in, and I will remember your faces! ”

It's a fool to go in at this time.

The captain of the guard cursed in his heart, but he didn't reply, and quickly left here with the team behind him.

But what they didn't see was that not long after they left, the door of the wardrobe slowly opened, and a slender figure in a black robe stepped out, like a dead person waking up from a coffin.

Roland did not shy away from walking up to the mayor who had been out of breath for a long time, reached out to pick him up, turned him over, and let him lie on his bed.

Then Roland lifted the young mayor's head up with one hand, and pulled out the sword with his right hand - not with any force, but just placed the blade of the sword under the mayor's neck.

Let go of your left hand and swipe lightly with your right hand.

As the artery in the neck is cut from the front, even if the person is dead, even if the neck is cut, the blood will no longer gush. But the mayor's blood flowed out of it quickly and firmly, and in a short time, with the bleeding point as the stamen, a huge bright red rose bloomed from the slightly yellowed bed.

After most of the blood was flowing out and the bleeding rate had slowed down significantly, Roland gently cut through the young man's clothes with his sword from the back of his neck to the back of his waist, being careful not to cut his skin. After the clothes were cut, Roland carefully sliced the back of the corpse with his sword behind his back, as if holding a paintbrush, depicting a bleeding eye.

The whole process was silent and swift, and the skill of Roland's movements was chilling.

"When she sees this, that woman won't be so relieved."

Intently drawing the details of the bleeding eyes, Roland muttered.

This motif is the emblem of Enzos, the god of truth and terror. As the closest god to the Dusk Species, the most understanding of the Dusk Species' threat, and the most infected by the Dusk Species, except for Higgs, who has a snake in his eyes, his mental condition is clearly a cause for concern.

As a chaotic and neutral god, he is steadfast in his pursuit of fear on earth.

Instead of forming a temple, his followers formed an organization called the Society of Truth, which was later annexed by the Ring of the South Wind.

The truth will believe that the world is full of malice. People live in peace only because they are stupid and unable to discover the world. The closer people get to the truth, the more deeply they will feel the horrors of the world, and the more crazy they will become.

Ordinary people cannot know the malice of the world, just as a blind man does not know that there is a precipice in front of him - the truth will proudly think that he is the one who sees clearly.

But they have no intention of avoiding the impending end. Even their all-knowing and all-powerful Lord Engzos will be destroyed before the end of the world, let alone those mortals who are as small as ants.

All they have to do is to bring themselves closer to the truth of the world, so that they can see the moment of the destruction of the world more clearly, and then die with the world proudly as the first to feel the great horror.

Roland remembers that the Truth Society was a cult in the middle of the Plague Recovery—and of course, they weren't popular until then.

As a believer in the God of Truth and Terror, Truth will be keen to debunk the secrets hidden by others, preferably secrets that can cause panic as a result; Of course, due to their indelible chaotic nature, more often than not, the secrets they reveal are just delusions they deduce from a few words.

For those who have a ghost in their heart, the truth can be as annoying as a rat that can't be caught. And for the people at the bottom and some intelligence traffickers, the truth will be the source of gossip, and every sentence may hide a lie and a secret.

And Roland also knew that Farina's assassination failed because the Truth Society had revealed Farina's secret to the "most honorable guest of the City of Wealth".

This bunch of annoying rats never shut up. And they don't think it's wrong to expose other people's privacy, but they think that those who bury the truth out of a greedy and selfish nature and useless mercy are unforgivable crimes.

Everyone who reveals their secrets will not only face a series of troubles caused by the disclosure of their own privacy, but also suffer the ridiculous and indeed annoying revenge of this group of rats.

Enzos himself was not strong enough. But as one of the gods who knows the most things, it won't be easy to kill him. Even when the plague revival purged the existing gods, he was the last god to die.

Therefore, Roland was also accustomed to throwing any dirty water on the Truth Society—and occasionally accidentally and really able to get them out.

If the Ring of the South Wind is a highly disciplined soldier, and the Ring of Ashes is an artist full of fantasies and delusions, then the Truth Society is a villain who will only stab a knife in the back.

Even if they are both cultists, the gap between them is very large.

- Of course, Farina's situation is different.

Roland smiled meaningfully.

Because the town of Ram is one of the few times Roland has been exposed. The Society of Truth did take revenge on Farina, and by killing the young mayor - Roland even copied the way the mayor died and looked like him.

It's just three months ahead of schedule.

"This town is sick...... Then, it's time to perform autoclavage on the patient. ”

Under the black robe, the corners of Roland's mouth curled slightly.