Turin, 4th Street.

After several inspections, not a single lonely ghost was left on Fourth Street, and only scattered dust walked through the former mansion.

Suddenly, an Elkasu elf emerged from the dust, and it made its way through the ruined road, then passed under a closed gate, and made its way down the dry lake.

Following the trajectory of the Elkasu elves, a tall horse galloped along the official road, but the strange thing is that this horse has no flesh and skin, only a skeleton, and I don't know what kind of strength is supporting it all the way.

The horse was draped in a saddle with gold stripes on a black background, and a knight sat in the saddle.

He was dressed in a white coat, something made of unknown materials, and it looked very valuable. Beneath the big hat was a pair of extremely luxurious riding boots, and even the stirrups were silver.

The knight was so out of place in Turin that even the most ostentatious nouveau riche in Turin would not have chosen such a horse ornament.

To put it in an inappropriate way, the knight didn't look like a native of the continent of Ekassina.

The Bone Horse stopped in front of a gate with a seal from the City Patrol that had been left by the City Patrol during the raid a week earlier.

Seeing the seal, the knight turned over and dismounted, and went straight to the gate.

Approaching the gate, as if knowing that someone would open the door for him, the knight still had no intention of slowing down.

Stepping up the last step, the messy cold wind suddenly became fierce, and the seal struggled in the wind, it tensed and loosened, and finally broke as the door opened.

Glancing at the trail left by the Elkasu elves, the knight continued inward.

Behind the door was a dilapidated and spacious boulevard, and the knight went all the way, and he did not make any movement except to stare straight ahead.

Under the brim of his hat, his eyes drooped, and his eyes were depressed.

After walking along the boulevard, the Elkasu elves suddenly turned into the path, which had been abandoned for many years and was now completely overrun by weeds, and there was no place to stay.

Staring at the weeds in front of him for a moment, the knight lifted the cane and untied his staff from his belt.

Pole cane, he staggered through the weeds.

At the end of the trail is an empty square, slightly below the ground, which was supposed to be an artificial lake.

Stopping at the edge of the embankment, the knight looked into the distance, and the elf of Erkasu swirled somewhere on the parched surface of the lake, and a small dirt bag sat quietly at its feet.

For various reasons, his friend could not be buried in the cemetery openly, and even his body was exchanged from the pile of corpses.

It's a shame that Rhodia Bedford, the dragon knight who fought for the Okasim Empire in the north for many years, was buried in this abandoned mansion because of the defeat of the family struggle.

But the knight remained expressionless.

When he walked to the grave, he took off the felt hat on top of his head, and under the felt hat was a flat head of Liso.

Rhodia was hastily buried, and there was not even a headstone in front of the grave.

I don't know if the burial man didn't have time to erect a monument, or because he had no intention of erecting a monument for him at all.

But it doesn't matter anymore.

Tossing the cane aside, the man half-crouched in front of the grave, then pulled the big open, and little by little took something from his clothes.

"Knock"

"Knock"

"Knock"

"Knock"

With four dull sounds, four bottles of Ocassim salute lined up in front of the grave.

By any measure, an aged Ocassim salute is not a good wine.

But in those poor days, it was rare to be able to drink a bottle of craft wine, so the Ocassim salute left a lot on the lives of the knight and Raidia.

Opening the first bottle of wine, the knight shifted to a crouching position, his legs spread like a street hooligan, and stared straight at Rhodia's grave.

The elf danced on the grave for a moment, then vanished in a circle into the air.

Rebellion is not a good thing, and Badr is not a bad person, in Redia's bullied childhood, Badr was not only not a participant, but even reprimanded those unruly ministers behind his back, like a real brother.

But like the suspicious Badr, Redia was not worried about his half-brother, and Queen Hyrule was on the side, he was worried that Badr would make terrible moves after he ascended the throne, so he chose to strike first, but unfortunately he failed.

I should have rushed back that day.

The man lowered his head and thought in disappointment.

The plan was drawn up by him and Redia together, and he found a way to find out the spies of the Frostwolf Army for Redia, which should have been foolproof.

It was supposed to be foolproof......

The man opened his mouth, as if to say something.

But in the end, he just raised the bottle and drank the Ocassim salute.

In the afternoon, the sun was in full swing, and the man was so thin-skinned that he could even faintly see the swaying wine through the side of his face, and a bottle of wine was quickly drunk.

Turning the bottle upside down into the mound, the man reached for the second bottle of wine.

Rhodia is dead, missing the most crucial link in her final plan.

Putting aside the family affairs of Raidia and Atifa, this plan also has a lot to do with her own net worth.

But the good news is that the stupid Venada has finally chosen to do it, which is good news for themselves.

Ironically, he has been planning for many years to provoke a war between the Vinada Empire and the Okasim Empire, but he didn't expect this plan to succeed in such a way......

He tilted his head and drank the second bottle of red wine.

"Quack, quack!"

Just as he was about to get the third bottle of red wine, a few crows suddenly emerged from the woods.

Since the Fourth Street martial law, they have lost their source of livelihood as Native people, and when a living person intrudes, they hover high above the man, as if they were coveting the bones in the grave.

Even if a hundred more crows came, they would not have been able to dig open the grave, but the cry was unpleasant to the man.

He raised his right hand and held this position for a moment.

The crows screamed a few more times, then swooped down on the man.

It turned out that it wasn't Raidia's grave that attracted them, but the smell of the man.

Seeing that the crows were getting closer and closer, the man unhurriedly raised the third bottle of red wine, and then snapped his fingers.

The snapping fingers are crisp, and there is even a faint echo.

In the midst of this echo, the heads of the crows burst open one after another, and then smashed to the ground, where they merged into several black and red flowers.

The third bottle was quickly drunk.

The man glanced at the last bottle of red wine, then slowly stood up.

He tugged at the corners of his mouth, and then laughed, but nothing came out of the sound of the laugh.

Through the man's wide open mouth, it can be seen that his mouth is empty, not even a single tooth.

The increasingly cold wind streaked across the river, making a sharp whine in the cracked cracks, as if echoing the man's laughter.