"Four-twenty......" Draenor muttered in a sigh-like tone, retracting his pocket watch into his pocket and walking in the dim moonlight towards the almost ruined barn.

"Survey plan?"

He turned his head to Dino as if talking to himself, and now that he had basically determined Miliusa's location, it was not difficult to guess with a little common sense that the plague doctor who had kidnapped him could not have locked the child in a certain place like an animal. If, as expected, they would have to come up with a way to save Miliusa and find a way to get the mysterious plague doctor out of the "cave".

"There's no plan, we're knights, not inspectors." The captain didn't stop at all, and replied to Draenor coldly, "There is a great possibility that the other party is indeed a 'plague doctor', but I can't make a conclusion yet...... In order to avoid hostage-taking, I need you to go into the barn alone to investigate the situation. ”

The captain walked to the dead tree near the barn, leaned his back against the trunk and took out a chewing cigarette.

"I'll help you at a critical moment."

Seeing the captain make a "perfect" gesture to him, Draenor became more nervous, and he drew the fire bolt from his back, filled it with three bullets, turned the valve, and walked to the window on the other side of the barn.

Leaning against the rough wooden wall and carefully observing the situation inside, there was a harsh but not obvious commotion, it should be a rat, and there was no movement of any living creatures other than that.

Let's try it first...... Draeno gritted his teeth and looked around the window with his head up, the corners of the barn were covered with damp blackened straw, and even the ground was tightly covered.

Gently pushing the window open, Delano held the fire gun in his mouth, held the window frame firmly with both hands, and turned into the barn. The moment he landed, he immediately held his breath, surrounded only by the frightened scurrying of rodents, and looked around, as if he didn't see any traces left by humans.

But that didn't mean the barn was empty, he looked up and inhaled the air into his lungs, smelling the pungent smell of the medicine mixed with the blood—if the plague doctor really existed, this was undoubtedly his lair.

Sure enough, the barn had been abandoned for years, and no one had cleaned it carefully, except for the usual darkness and the straw that had been spread from under their feet, only the annoying, filthy cobwebs.

Draenor straightened up, vigilantly holding the firearm to his chest, and walked sideways through the haystack along the strange aura. The moment the soles of his feet landed in front of him, there seemed to be an inconspicuous "squeak" sound, and he subconsciously put his left hand on the side of his coat pocket, touching the outline of the matchbox and hesitating for a moment.

"Lighting in this place is tantamount to arson......," he dismissed the dangerous thought after a silent remark, and carefully observed the path beneath his feet, avoiding the rotten floors that were exposed, and continued on his way.

There was nothing unusual until he reached the side of a haystack, and suddenly he felt a cold current spilling out of his left hand.

After a moment's hesitation in the face of the haystack, Draenor raised his hand and gently pushed it down, using his toes to break away the dead grass covering the ground, and a mesh iron door facing the flower board appeared in front of him.

That's right, that's where the chill comes from, and it carries with it a disgusting stench...... Without a pause, Draenor pulled open the iron door, looked down for a moment, and after confirming that there was no threat, turned and slid down the metal ladder into the rain.

There was no dripping water, no rat chirping, and there was only deathly silence the moment your feet hit the ground.

The largest use of a barn next to a house is often not to store goods, but to serve as a temporary shelter. Located on the border of Nagseus, the barn was designed to deal with the threat of the northern kingdom of Snowway, where the inhabitants must always be prepared to take refuge.

Draenor scratched his ears, the excessively quiet environment gave him the illusion of tinnitus, and leaned his back against the side of the stone brick wall, he carefully observed his surroundings. It was a modest temporary shelter, apparently largely emptied by the Leifs after learning that the farm was going to be demolished, and all that remained around it was an iron workbench, a few spread scrolls, and a few bottles of potions.

"Leif can't use these things...... Draenor muttered to himself, suddenly noticing that the smell of blood had become a little stronger, and he subconsciously turned his head sideways towards the iron door on his left hand that led to another room.

Less than two meters away from the iron gate, he basically identified the source of the smell, which had an inconspicuous rectangular air vent, stained with dried and blackened blood, in addition to a few words painted with white powder.

"'Devil Boy'......" he muttered the word, and though it wasn't clear if it represented the missing Miliusa, the Misarian text was enough to tell that it was all a conspiracy of the Azra plague doctor.

Sand...... Sand......

There was a sound of limbs rubbing against the ground inside the door, and Draenor lifted the firebolt, pushing the dial of the reactor box aside, and aimed it at the iron door.

"Mom...... Mom......"

Draenor frowned, cold sweat already running across his forehead and hanging on the tip of his nose, the voice a little hoarse, like the whisper of a beast, but he could still hear Ricos's words. Through the rectangular vent, Draenor saw a vague figure on the other side of the door, its limbs as dry as firewood, muttering the word as he clasped his fingers tightly around the crack in the lin's face and crawled towards the door.

"Miliusa......" Draenor's eyes widened, and he put away his firebolt and walked forward. He recognized the figure, whose body was a blur of flesh and blood, and the ribs exposed to the air could almost be seen through the cracks in the rags.

"Miliusha! I'm the knight of Kerdon, and we're here to save you! He desperately shouted inward against the iron door, but after a dead silence, there was a mad roar. The boy-like figure lunged at him, slammed into the iron door with a loud thud, and then stretched out its emaciated arm from the vent, trying to tear apart the knight in front of him like crazy.

Draenor staggered back a few steps, leaning against the wall to regain his balance, and he could clearly see two rows of spike-like teeth in Miliusa's wide, almost torn mouth.

"It's a bestiality." He told himself in a firm, slightly trembling voice that since it was called a disease, there must be a cure. Draenor withdrew the gun back into his holster, he had to suppress his fear and not be able to shoot the hot bullet into the boy's skull anyway.

After a few seconds, the door was calm again, as if nothing had been done. It's not an illusion...... Draenor bit her lower lip, making sure her armor was locked up and slowly approaching the iron door.

The door moves towards the room, but the deadbolt is designed on the outside, apparently specifically for the "magic boy".

After a few mental struggles, Draenor turned the knob of the pager to one end, not knowing what to do when it came to his mouth.

"Draenor, did you find anything?"

He let the captain call out to him urgently, pulling the deadbolt to the side, half of his body almost clinging to the iron door and slowly pushing it open. The floor of the room was stained with an unidentified liquid that had dried up into a gelatinous form, and with every step you took, you could hear the disgusting sticky sound, the broken shackles, the shredded corpses of animals, and the messy feathers, like a cage for some kind of beast.

And the child was nowhere to be found......

Suddenly, for a moment, he seemed to see something dripping from his eyes, sticky, transparent, and foul-smelling...... It's saliva.

Afterglow caught a glimpse of a twisted figure directly above his head, hanging like a spider on a flower board, waiting for its prey.

"Draenor! Tell me about you! ”

Inside the pager, Dino's voice grew louder and louder, and his questioning tone almost changed to some kind of pleading. Draenor's Adam's apple sank down, and he felt frozen in place, and it took a long time for him to open his mouth slightly and reply to the other party.

"Miliusa has been discovered......"