.

As the coachman falls from the cart, the unleashed old horse rampages forward!

The wind whistled wildly in his ears, slashing like a knife, and the carriage rushed into the woods, and the wooden wheels kept running over the hard, sparse stones, causing the carriage to heave so violently that even Bill had to hold on to the doors to hold his body.

Reaching for the reins, but it swayed from side to side in a violent shaking, and on the swaying carriage, Bill frowned, and suddenly raised his right hand!

More than a dozen black hands instantly drilled out of the ground, and soon seven small black hands grabbed the reins, allowing the old horse to stop quickly in the sound of hooves, maintaining a posture of two hooves hanging in the air.

The little black hands scratching in the air slowly retracted into some crowded shadows, and the roots of the dense shadow hands were all stationed in Bill's blurred figure......

"The shadow's reaction was stronger than I expected, and it was because of the eagerness just now that so many black hands were called?"

"I should learn to control my abilities more precisely, and if I continue to use the power of shadows in this way, the energy in my body will soon be depleted. ”

"Even now I can feel the feeling of emptiness in my blood, and when I wake up the black swamp, I consume too much and haven't been replenished yet......"

Bill muttered to himself, he was whining.

When all the black hands had melted away, Bill jumped out of the carriage and came to the coachman, completely unconscious, his heart still slowly stirring, but he couldn't wake up.

"If you were a capable person, I would be glad to see you lying unconsciously beside me, but unfortunately I would not be satisfied even if I turned you into a ball. ”

"In a state of hunger, any food has a chance to shatter the last shred of reason of the patient, and you are in luck. ”

"But why did he suddenly become like this, is it really something strange in these woods, why can't I feel it at all?"

Bill thought again, but he had no clue what had happened in the past few days, so he could only throw the coachman into the carriage first, and personally tighten the reins to control the carriage back to the road.

Silence returned to the dark night, and the carriage continued slowly toward the village of Naya to the east.

Except for the coachman lying in the carriage, it seems that the strange events of the night are over, but the uneasiness that grows and spreads from nowhere in Bill's heart rises again......

......

The moon, hidden by the dark clouds, did not show its head, and with the creak of loose axles, the carriage soon entered the quiet village.

This village looks no different from other villages, and even compared to many older villages, it shows a different cleanliness and tidiness from ordinary villages in a large circle of fire surrounded by torches.

In Bill's eyes, wooden houses are sparse, and compared with the crowded city, the biggest feature of rural life is that it is spacious and relaxed.

Bill looked at his watch, and the mechanical watch showed that it was three o'clock in the morning, and there were no lights still on in the villagers' homes, and there were no night watchmen.

"I said I shouldn't be in a hurry, and it would be rude to knock on someone's door, even if I wanted to have a hot meal. ”

He continued along the dirt road into the center of the village, looking around and hoping to find a hotel or a restaurant that was still open, but these were not special requests that could not be met by the villages in the outlying areas.

Just as he was trying to find a place where he could tie the carriage and sleep for a while until dawn, a faint yellow light flickered, and Bill developed it with his sensitivity to light.

"Still people haven't slept?"

"Looks like I'm one of the lucky ones today......"

The horse-drawn carriage, which was about to stop, began to drive again, passing through dilapidated timber-paneled houses, past bakeries and supply stations, to single-family, two-storey red-brick houses a little further away from the residential houses.

There was only one window on the second floor of the red brick house that had light, and although it was blocked behind the curtains, Bill could see the bright spots in the darkness from afar.

There were few windows on the first floor of the brick house, and there were only two small windows for ventilation in the direction of Bill, and the door was hidden, and a faint yellow light crept through the gap between the door frames to the parking lot in front of the door.

The red-brick building is not listed, but it appears to be clearly a profitable place.

Bill tethered the carriage to a stake and suddenly found that the parking garage was not empty, except for two tattered carriages and a newest black steam car!

"A magical place, is this a place where someone returns to his hometown to engage in development and construction after working hard and making a lot of money?"

"I remember that this type of steam car was a limited edition model of Hengderma Motors, and it was difficult for ordinary people to buy it even if they had money, and the development path of this company is worth learning. ”

Bill didn't think much of it, except that he remembered that he was going to return to Britts in early August to attend a ribbon-cutting event at his upcoming machine shop.

Pushing open the spring door of the red brick building, the furnishings inside were similar to those of a normal tavern, and Bill sat casually at the bar.

Behind the unsignboarded tavern, he saw a man sitting at a round table eating and a black-framed woman sitting quietly in the corner reading a book.

"Boss, just have some food, just hot food, and a hazelnut coffee with more milk. ”

"Okay guest, please wait a moment. ”

Bill summoned the unbranded tavernkeeper at a normal volume, and he felt that it was a place that was somewhat similar to somewhere, and that the tavernkeeper's appearance was familiar.

It's just that here, Bill doesn't see anything that directly proves the guess.

Soon coffee and hot sandwiches were in front of him, and Bill pulled out two gold pounds and chatted with the tavernkeeper as he ate, hoping to get the tavernkeeper to find out the location of Nardo's estate.

"Boss, why don't you sign a sign in this tavern?"

"Everyone knows I'm a tavern, so there's no need to hang a sign. ”

The tavernkeeper stands in the bar wiping his glasses, and Bill's answer is tepid, rather like an NPC in the game who asks and answers, and needs to meet certain conditions to give the player a hint on what to do.

"Then you must have a long history here......

"I'd like to ask you a question, do you know what manors are around here?"

"How far away is the neighborhood you are talking about, a thousand meters or 10,000 meters?"

The tavernkeeper was merciless, and Bill frowned unconsciously, he didn't think his words were offensive to the tavernkeeper.

If it weren't for Williams, he would have known where Malton Manor was, and would have asked the tavern owner directly.

Bill was about to say something, when suddenly footsteps came from the gloomy staircase, and a man in a black suit with a paralyzed face came to the first floor and sat down casually in front of the bar.

The tavern owner offered to pour him a glass of lemonade, which didn't seem to fit the suit's identity, but he didn't say anything about it.

"It was a terrible trip, there was nothing in this border village, and I was already starting to miss the beautiful and sexy blonde big wave girl. ”

"By the way, what were you guys talking about?"

Black yawns after gulping down the lemonade, intending to join in on the conversation between Bill and the Tavernkeeper to add a little fun to the boring evening.

"Nothing, I'm asking the boss about the manor near him. ”

Bill continued to drink hot coffee, the rich aroma of milk calmed his mood and allowed him to communicate with strangers normally, but the shadow on the ground seemed to be a little restless, and even the hand holding Bill's teacup began to tremble.

"He's mighty, isn't he?"

"Hehe, you should be trying to tell me about this, I know I know, I'll eat him carefully and don't do anything superfluous. 」

Mentally trying to calm his emotions, the vibrations coming from the soles of his feet were clearly perceived only by Bill, but he didn't know what it was trying to tell him.

Bill doesn't want Shadow Bill to pop out and accuse him of not being in Ceylon, though he wants to know why Shadow left a note and why he advised him not to inherit the inheritance.

But the phrase that the body was obtained first, and the first-come, first-served rule had to be settled, so Bill smiled and hid his twitching nerves, and ran the shadow of his heel against the ground.

"You want to know about the surrounding estates?"

"There seem to be four or five manors around Naya Village, I don't know the specifics, as you can see, I only arrived yesterday. ”

"Boss, you've been working here for more than ten years, you should be very familiar with the surrounding environment, why don't you tell him about it?"

The black suit began to talk loudly, and the tavern owner suddenly leaned into his ear and whispered, and the smiling face collapsed quickly and quickly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

“...... Williams Cliff?"

“...... The sole heir to the Manor of Naldo?"

The tavern owner blinked and nodded, the black clothes suddenly made a defensive posture, and the muscles of his whole body tensed instantly, and his eyes were full of uncertainty.

Bill still holds up his coffee cup with a smirk, but now the smile is so awkward that it seems that even the people sitting in the corner eating and reading have stopped.

He didn't know how to suddenly be seen as an imaginary enemy, but Bill was now sure that this unbranded tavern was indeed part of the Black Street territory!

"Yes, I'm Williams Cliff himself, do you have anything to do with me?"

"Maybe you're interested in my bounty list, and that's a pleasure to be. ”

Bill put down his hot European-style teacup, looking forward to being the one who was attacked, so that he could justifiably get his black-clad body to replenish himself......

If you take the initiative to attack the capable person, and others know that you have become an unprincipled hunter, it seems a little too arrogant.

"No, no, no, I'm sorry Mr. Cliff, I was just a little surprised. ”

The lights in the tavern flickered unconsciously, as if an invisible pressure was colliding in the dark, and the figures swayed with it, flickering on the walls.

The black suit didn't let his guard down, but he smiled stiffly to show kindness, and it was hard for Bill not to connect the place he was going to with the reason why the black street appeared.

He wasn't stupid enough to do so, though he was expecting himself to just expect their destinations to be completely different.

"I think we need to be honest, are you going to go to my manor?"

Faced with Bill's question, the black clothes did not speak.

In Bill's mind, acquiescence is acknowledgment.

It felt terrible to be the target of the crowd in an instant, and Bill narrowed his eyes to see more from the black suit and the tavernkeeper's facial expression.

An inky shadow flowed from his ankle to a tadpole pulled by a thin filament, quickly turning to the ground and keeping an eye on Bill's back.

The black-rimmed woman with glasses who was reading closed the book at some point, and the man who was eating put down his knife and fork and wiped his mouth with a pure white handkerchief tucked into his collar.

Bill instantly turned into a shadow and fell, and the shadow flowed like ink in the high chair, reshaping his body at a distance from everyone.

The black clothes also quickly got up and left the chair, retreated to the place near the staircase, and he took out the silver revolver from his waist and aimed it, but the muzzle of the gun was different from that of a normal revolver.

Blackframe didn't get up, and the shadow eyeball crept up to the wall to look around, and it saw that the book in Blackframe's hand was a book on plants and nutrition.

The foodie man, who had finally put down his knife and fork, suddenly got up, and he had nothing in his hand, except for the handkerchief that had just wiped his mouth, and there were still two mimeographs on it.

The first to do it was a black suit, and with three deafening gunshots, his silver revolver quickly fired silver syringe-like bullets.

Fluid was still flowing from the needle, flying towards Bill as the night drops kept falling off......

Bang, bang!

In an instant, the syringe exploded in the air, and when the silver light came into contact with the black bullet, the impact of energy made the glass in front of the bar crack!

Countless silver droplets were scattered like fireworks that exploded in the sky, and then they were swallowed up in the dark shadows, and the shadows evaporated into the world.

Bill had barely known how many guns he had in his hands, and his sensitivity to flashes and the strength of his muscles strengthened by the power of shadows were enough for him to catch and fight quickly.

The reason for using guns and ammunition is that the use of guns is almost no waste of energy, and the direct use of shadows consumes a lot of shadow power.

The black clothes fired one after another after missing a shot, firing at Bill from three directions as they moved, taking out the magazine from the gaiters as fast as they could, peeling off the resolver with one hand, and loading all the silver syringe bullets into the revolver.

The miniature syringe spun and spun in the air, but the syringe that shone with silver light was as slow as standing in his eyes, and he raised his hand again and fired!

The recoil of the revolver shook Bill's shoulders, the shells ejected from the barrel and hit the ground, and silver fireworks exploded in midair, with no one to regulate the fierce fight.

The silver syringes that arrived quickly from the six directions of up, down, left, right, front and back had blocked all the dead corners, and the black clothes were quickly shuttling on the walls, staging a good show of flying eaves and walls.

Bill was still holding his gun in both hands, and he almost spun it when he pulled the wrench, the soles of his cowhide shoes getting thinner and thinner in constant friction, and the tornado-like defensive policy forced the black clothes to change their strategy.

He changed the mounting magazine again, and before Bill's rotation had completely stopped, the foodie man, who had been standing next to the theater, suddenly moved......