It wasn't long before Avensey came down with the white cloak.

From the brisk footsteps of the white cloak, it was clear that the wound on her back had healed.

She walked up to Vincent and Avella one step ahead of Vinci, and bowed gracefully to Vincent:

"Thank you again for your help, please, can I know your name?"

Vincent laughed and shook his head, "Just call me Vincent, besides, I don't like your title." ”

The white cloak was not annoyed, she nodded, "Understood, Uncle Vincent." ”

Uncle?Vincent's muscles twitched at the corners of his mouth.

"Since you have allowed me to call you by name, I want you to call me by my name as well. ”

The white cloak introduced himself very solemnly and said, "It's nice to meet you, my name is Phil." ”

"Hello, I, Avella, a powerful first-order stalker, nice to meet you. Avella jumped out of her high chair and introduced herself as she bragged about being a professional.

"I'm happy too. Phil nodded.

"Hello Avinsi. ”

"Thank you very much for your help. ”

Although Vinsi is a little colder than Avella, Phil knows that this is just a disguise on her face after receiving her careful and careful help.

"Okay, let's eat after the introduction. Wait any longer, and I'll have to trouble Lindsay to explain that the kitchen is hot again. Vincent spoke as quickly as if changing the subject.

"Oh, I almost forgot, I'm so hungry. Phil climbed into his seat and devoured the mashed potatoes that had been warmed up, looking hungry.

Seeing this, Vincent buried his head in eating, looking anxious to finish eating and leaving.

"Brave and wise dear, can you tell me what is going on with Avella's hair!"

As soon as he swallowed two bites, Avensi's cold-as-the-wind words came to him.

Vincent's whole body was stunned at first, then he turned his head stiffly, looked at Evangel and smiled, "Maybe Avella wants to change her hairstyle?"

"Humph!"

After humming, Avella hugged her chest with her hands, her small body sank, and then looked up at Ivan with a pitiful expression.

"Tonight, alone, sleeping on the ground. As if as a judge, Evensey pronounced Vincent's guilt.

"Confession. Vincent nodded with an exaggerated expression.

Immediately after that, he gritted his teeth against the food in front of him.

"Uncle Vincent, why can you still eat?" Phil curious, noticing that Vincent's appetite seemed to be even better than before.

"The more that's the case, the more you should be fed, shouldn't you?" Vincent's eyes looked at Fieldau with a determined look.

"Oh. ”

Under the white cloak, Filton had a feeling that although he didn't know what he was talking about, he felt that he was very powerful.

After eating, Vincent drank hot water and looked up and down at Phil, who was still wrestling with mashed potatoes.

It wasn't until Phil tilted his head in bewilderment and looked at him through the white cloak that Vincent put down the wooden mug and asked:

"This cloak of yours is a magic item. ”

"Well, there's a camouflage function to hide your appearance. Phil didn't shy away from it.

"It's kind of weird to look at. Vincent shook his head.

“？”

Phil tilted his head again.

"All I could see was a spoon constantly moving in and out of the dark hollow of the cloak, and sometimes there was saliva on it. ”

Perhaps Vincent's description was too graphic, Phil quickly put down the spoon, lowered his head and kicked the leg of the high chair with his foot.

"Okay, don't waste food, I'll go out for a walk. Vincent drained the remaining bits of hot water from his glass and walked out of the inn.

"Hmm. ”

Phil picked up the spoon again, scurrying to what little mashed potatoes were left.

Vincent, who opened and closed the door very quickly, trying not to let the cold wind blow into the lobby of the inn, came to the outside of the inn.

At this time, the snowflakes the size of a baby's palm finally fell from the cloudy sky.

The roads, which had already been cleared of snow, seemed to be covered again.

Click

Click

Vincent, wearing a bearskin hat, strolled down the same road he had come.

He didn't look around, but in the direction he came.

There, is the south gate of Esger.

Vincent, dressed in a dark leather suit, immediately attracted the attention of the sentries on the watchtower.

The older sentinels could see at a glance that Vincent was a professional who had just arrived in Esgard in the morning.

He watched as Vincent, at his current speed, would soon approach the gate.

So he prepared to raise his voice a little louder to warn Vincent not to approach the gate.

But before he could say anything, Vincent turned around and walked back, as if he had heard it.

The young sentry on the other side saw the embarrassed appearance of the older sentry's mouth half open and frozen in place.

"Puff"

He finally couldn't hold back and laughed.

Syllable!

The older sentry gave him a slap in the head as he laughed back.

"What are you laughing at, I'm your uncle. The older sentry was a little embarrassed.

"Don't laugh, I won't laugh, haha!" Seeing that the older sentry was really a little annoyed, the young sentry immediately straightened his face and forced himself not to laugh.

So much so that he even blushed, but in the end, he really couldn't control it.

The first time I saw the old sentry, who had always been calm and calm, became like that.

The young sentry really couldn't resist the urge to laugh.

"Haha!"

Perhaps the nephew's laughter was too contagious, and later, the older sentry laughed too.

"That's not right!"

Vincent, who was walking back, ignored the laughter behind him, and thought carefully about the information that Casey had told him.

Ten years is a very critical time.

This is very similar to what Mordremose said before he withered, a major event that would probably shock the whole of Tria.

That incident, too, was ten years later, but it was ten years later.

Although they were two very different concepts, Vincent's intuition told him.

No matter which world it is, too much coincidence means that there must be a connection.

"Be sure to investigate. ”

Vincent made up his mind that while he was on vacation, he would take some time to investigate and see if he could find the man behind the command of the monster troops.

Vincent, who was secretly determined, hurried back, planning to discuss it with Avensia and the others after returning to the Blackstone Hotel.

However, the moment he walked through the hall with the small number of people at the moment, and opened the door to his room with the key, Vincent was stunned.

"Phil?"

A beautiful girl with silver hair and green eyes, dressed in a fluffy white cotton coat, stood stiffly in the center of the living room.

Vincent's action of opening the door also just attracted her attention.

Then, it was as if someone had poured a basin of red paint directly on her face, and it instantly turned red.

Vincent even thought that if it weren't for the high temperature in the room, white steam would be coming out of her head.

"What's the matter, are you still shy in front of your uncle?" Vincent, after a brief distraction, immediately closed the door in a very natural way, and teased him with bad intentions.

"No, I, I. ”

Phil danced and explained, but in the end, he and she still couldn't get the language in order.

So, she had to lower her head and twist her fingers in each other.

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