It's another day after dusk, the sun is low, and the sun is thin.

Leon grabbed the reins and paused on the hillside.

Here you can clearly see that there is a village near the mountains and rivers below, and at this moment the smoke is rising, which happens to be the place where he will stay tonight.

It's been two days since he left Transylvania, but he still hasn't arrived at Windsor Castle, where the night demons are said to be hiding.

He took out the road map and calculated his position, and found that he should have arrived in the territory of the Kingdom of Bohemia.

The Kingdom of Bohemia was the most powerful prince of the Holy Roman Empire, retaining the title of kingdom and having the highest status among the four secular electors.

Its rulers, the House of Luxembourg, were thus able to monopolize the throne of the Emperor for a long time.

Of course, none of this had anything to do with him, even if he had just stabbed a powerful Earl of the HRE.

Leon no longer hesitated, and galloped down the hill.

He looked like he had no possessions, and the treasure, as well as Count Dracula's head, were stored in the puppet horse's body cavity to avoid unnecessary trouble.

Wealth is moving, even if it is a good person, seeing Li Ang carrying so much gold and silver and hurrying alone, I am afraid that he will have the intention of robbery.

Outside the town, several wooden stakes were tied to the dried corpses, with wooden plaques around their necks that read "Do not enter the living" in crooked Latin letters.

Li Ang frowned slightly, but he didn't choose to take a detour, he had already slept in the open for two nights, desperately hoping to have a good rest.

He has come to the final stage of the grass trial, and every enemy in the next will only be more difficult than Count Dracula, and he must recuperate!

He rode towards the entrance of the town, and the militia guarding the gates immediately waved their spears and shouted to stop him from approaching, but he could not understand what was being said.

Geographically, the Bohemians were mostly Veneti, or West Slavs, and although they were not much different in appearance from the Germanic peoples, and the official script was Latin, the language was very different.

In fact, this is also normal, although Latin has been introduced to the whole of the Catholic world, and is considered the official language.

But if you can write, you may not be able to speak, and it is difficult for the people at the bottom and even well-off families to have the financial conditions to learn Latin, and can only speak dialects.

"I'm Leon Octavius, a knight under Count Dracula, and I'm on my way to Windsor Castle, so I don't want to get out of the way. ”

Li Ang shouted, and behind the low wooden wall, the militia were almost silent, and no one dared to shout loudly.

Today's Leon is quite prestigious.

This was not only the effect of the dragon's blood potion and Nasrezm's leather cloak, but also the result of his experience in the sea of corpses and blood.

Not to mention that he has a bright armor and war horse, which in this era can almost be equated with a "knight", and even a well-trained soldier can hardly raise the desire to attack in front of him.

Li Ang frowned slightly, and then said, "Does anyone speak Latin?"

There was a commotion behind the wooden wall, and then someone dared to say in broken Latin: "Wait a minute!"

Leon nodded, his body straight as he sat on his horse.

Soon, an old man stood behind the wooden wall and asked aloud in broken Latin, "Who are you?"

Leon repeated his fabricated identity, saying that he only intended to spend the night.

"It turned out to be a knight lord from Transylvania, but it's okay to rest for the night. ”

The old man seemed to have great prestige in the town, and soon ordered the gates to be opened, and Leon turned over and dismounted, leading his mount into it.

There didn't seem to be the Black Death, but everyone's faces were still withered and lifeless.

They looked at Leon with a numb expression, neither hostile nor envious.

Only the militiamen showed expressions of awe.

The old man led Li Ang to the depths of the town: "Master Leon, although it is not a problem to stay overnight, please leave here early tomorrow morning." ”

Although he was a little puzzled, Li Ang still said: "Don't worry, I have a heavy responsibility entrusted by the Earl, and it is impossible to stay here for long." ”

"That's good. ”

The old man led Li Ang to a vacant dwelling and whispered, "The house is simple, but it is still clean, so please rest here." ”

"Thank you for your help. ”

At this moment, the old man looked out the window.

By this time, the twilight had deepened, and the twilight was shining on the earth, and a trace of fear was squeezed out of his wrinkled face.

He looked at Leon and said solemnly, "Please remember - no matter what happens, what you see, don't make any noise at night." ”

"What did you say?"

Li Ang didn't hear clearly, and the old man's voice was very low.

The old man leaned into Li Ang's ear and repeated softly: "Please stay in your room at night, don't go out, and don't make any noise, otherwise you will ......"

Leon asked, "What would have happened otherwise?"

The old man showed a secretive expression and remained silent.

Li Ang wanted to ask, but the old man put his finger to his mouth, made a silent gesture, and then walked away quickly.

"Can't make a sound?"

Li Ang frowned: "Could it be that there are demons here?" But there is no mark on the road map." ”

He lay on the bed, only to feel that his butt had been bumpy for the past two days, and his inner thighs were about to wear out calluses.

No matter how good the puppet war horse is, it still can't avoid the bumpy feeling.

It would be nice if there was a "puppet car" in the puppet-making guide book - I guess not, there are no roads for cars to drive.

He was desperate to find a witch's bazaar and buy some rare materials to make a high-end flying puppet to ride.

But he immediately realized that even if he made a flying puppet now, he wouldn't have enough magic to activate it permanently, at least until he broke through the middle sequence.

From this point of view, the realm of the low sequence has become the biggest shackle restricting him in all aspects, and it is imperative to break through.

But the premise is that you can only make a breakthrough when you can make up for the last percent of the missing three natures, or if you can make your will strong enough to withstand the impact of the breakthrough.

The Grass Trial was indeed fruitful, and Leon could feel his spiritual will thrive.

Especially after that massacre at Dracula's Castle.

This may be difficult to understand, it was obviously a bloody and cruel massacre, but Leon could feel the return of his humanity.

Maybe after completing the grass trial, you will be able to break through naturally.

Just as his mind was turning, the night outside the window had completely darkened.

There was no sound in the whole town for a moment, and even the coughing sound that could be faintly heard just now disappeared, as if someone had turned on the mute mode.

Leon suppressed his intense curiosity and lay down on the bed to prepare for bed, and although he was not weak now, he would not lose his awe because of this.

Since the old man has reminded himself not to speak out and not to go out, it is better not to make extraneous branches.

But just then, there was a sudden knock on the door.

Tuk Tuk –

Tuk Tuk –

The knock on the door is rhythmic.

Regardless of whether there is a response in the house or not, it is still unhurried.

Leon looked at him coldly, but a hint of doubt gradually appeared in his expression - this was not a human prank, but he did not smell the breath of the devil either.

Of course, this does not prove that this is not the work of the devil, after all, even the witchers have their eyes on the occasion, and it is not without experience.