The dark wind blew across the matte path from west to east, and the branches and leaves of the winged trees were blown by the wind, dancing loudly but without making any sound.

A silhouette of a pitch-black wolf-headed monkey body crouched silently on the windswept branches, lowered its head and stared coldly at a bush not far away with its dark green eyes, and then quietly disappeared into the black wind.

In the direction it had just stared, the creaking of the wheels of the carriage was gradually heard. Before the carriage could be seen, a middle-aged man made his way around and took the lead in leading a brown sturdy horse out of it.

At this moment, the dark wind blew right in his face. His face changed, and he immediately turned back to his companion:

"Wait a minute, the wind is blowing."

He motioned with his eyes to a young man behind him to take the horse he was leading, and then removed the sword from his waist along with the sheath.

The wind blew through the corners of his clothes, and he could vaguely see a layer of hard leather armor under the chain mail he was wearing outside.

A young man with monocles frowned and stepped forward, lowered his voice and asked the middle-aged man, "Didn't the wind just pick up last night?" Why do you have two winds in a row in three days? ”

In his right hand he was holding a crystal wood cane that was already a little dirty in the front section, but there were not many scratches. Because of the high quality and price, of course, mainly for the latter, it is the material that low-ranking wizards like very much. From the almost shiny head of the staff, it is clear that he uses it a lot, and is not very good at maintaining it.

Standing beside the young man was a slightly fat, bearded shield warrior. Unlike the middle-aged man with a resolute expression who couldn't tell his nationality, this shield warrior with curly brown hair could easily tell his Farara's blood. Disproportionate to the large shield behind him, he wore a grease-stained and ill-fitting chef's suit.

"After all, it's almost the Moon of Shadows (thirteenth), and the monster doesn't sleep so well. But don't worry, Del Ramos never woke up before it snowed," the expression on the middle-aged man's face was not so nervous, he handed the sword he was holding in his right hand along with the scabbard to his left hand, and turned back slightly to explain to the wizard, "I specifically asked Old John before I decided to take this task, and he said that there would be no snow before the three." ”

"It's the twenty-ninth now."

The wizard frowned, paused his staff forcefully, and emphasized.

The middle-aged man coughed twice in dissatisfaction, and also raised his voice to a higher tone: "I know." You don't have to worry about that, Anros. You just have to do what you have to do, like chase those damn monkeys away. I told you when you first came that the eldest lady in the carriage was in a hurry, and she was going to Karal to ransom her troublesome brother...... So if you still want me to sign your internship report, just give me the attention to the useful things and don't care about the ones that are available or not. ”

"I just wanted to say ......"

"Okay, okay, little Anros, Marken has no ill will. He's such a person, I know him. ”

More like a cook than a shield warrior, the Fararaj patted the young wizard on the shoulder with his fat greasy fingers.

"Speaking of which, what happened to the druid I rescued earlier? I heard that the eldest lady took action to treat him? ”

"Hmm. It's just a ruptured kidney caused by a backstab, and a steady injury plus encouragement immediately stabilized the breath. But......" the young wizard's brow tightened even deeper, and he muttered with some dissatisfaction, "He's a black-robed ......"

"What's wrong with the black robe?"

The cook raised his eyebrows, and a mocking smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "Let me tell you, Marken was still a handsome man before he did this job, and before that, he did a bloody job with his fingers......"

"Kruvian!"

The middle-aged man scolded dissatisfiedly.

Chef Fararo raised his eyebrows, shrugged his shoulders and said, "Okay, okay, I won't say it, I won't say it." I'm just trying to prove that a career doesn't tell the whole story. For example, you, I've always thought you're doing a good job. You're not a man of bad deeds from your bones......"

"Yes, I'm not, you're doing a good job," the middle-aged man turned his head with a slight smile on the corner of his mouth, "Also, don't fool the child." What black robe is not black robe, I am afraid that it is just a professional habit for you to bring him back. I bet when you saw the black-robed face, you subconsciously turned him back as a girl. If you hadn't washed your hands and dried them, you would have just run back the same way as soon as possible and sold him to the nightingale on the corner of the street, and I'm afraid that this point would already be counting the money. ”

"Hey, hey, hey......" Cruvion smirked, "after all, it's the druids, the patrons of nature, and one looks better than the other." I've poured an elf before, a purebred, not as good-looking as that black robe...... It's a pity it's a man......"

"As far as you know. Sometimes it's the men's price that is high. ”

The middle-aged man sneered at his old friend.

But soon, the faces of the three people gradually changed.

“…… The wind has been blowing for three minutes. ”

Marken's face sank and he sighed.

"Anros, you go and inform the priests of the two goddesses of war behind you. Sue them and we're getting into trouble. Trouble. ”

Looking at the pair of dark green eyes that gradually lit up in the pitch-black storm, Maken's face turned stern, and a large tadpole-sized black rune gradually floated in the brown pupil of his right eye, spreading from his eyes and crawling all over most of Maken's face.

“…… But, Captain, are you all right here? ”

An Ruosi swallowed his saliva, a little timid and a little excited, looking at the large glimpse of himself here.

Marken laughed angrily: ", there are less than a hundred monkeys, and I haven't been relieved." ”

"What's really threatening is what's coming out in a moment...... By the way, you can stop by and see if the druid is awake. If you can go down to the ground, bring him with you. ”

"Whether they can survive or not depends on the three of them."

The young wizard quickly recognized the shape, nodded earnestly, lifted his monocle, and immediately turned around and ran to the carriage not far behind him.

Listening to the sound of footsteps fading behind him, Marken chuckled and drew his sword as he stared at the still increasing number of dark green eyes.

"Old man...... Let's take out this group of mongrel monkeys first, after all, these jumping monkeys are too much of a threat to low-level professionals. ”

Kruvien scratched his scalp with his greasy hands, and didn't say a word, just took off the big shield behind him with a cruel smile, and with a slight twist, a circle of sharp blades pierced the edge of the shield more than half a human high.

The black wind gradually became stronger.

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