The horse-drawn carriage ride from Brittus to Rotterbeni Harbour normally takes two hours, and the front is cloudy, and suddenly the wind rises again, and the carriage has to slow down.

"The fog is thicker......"

Half of the curtain was lifted, the needle trees on both sides were covered with dust, the road was empty and deserted, and the huge phantom and unattainable reality of the city before and after were reflected in the eyes.

The carriage was jolting, and suddenly several wild beast roars came from the dark needle woods, and the horses panicked when they heard it, and ran for their lives, trying to escape.

"Damn, what's going on?"

This was the first time the driver had encountered such a situation, and he held on to the reins and tried to make sure that the carriage did not suddenly rush into the deep forest and lose its bearings.

The scene flew by, his body undulating continuously, and Bill clenched the doorframe, suddenly seeing two ghostly lights flashing and quickly disappearing behind him.

“...... What's that, what animal has blue eyes?"

Looking back into the deep forest, Bill realized that he had just been scrutinized by the beast, but the white mist and pine forest obscured his vision, and the picture in front of him was blurry.

"I don't know!"

"Guests, guests, you can hold on to it!"

The coachman's eyes widened and his face turned pale, and he was frightened by the sight of wild beasts, and the wind whistled past his ears, and the carriage moved at the speed of a cheetah.

Fortunately, there were no other vehicles on the road, and when the needle trees were getting farther and farther away, the two brown horses finally slowed down, snorting and panting tiredly, and white air came out of their nostrils.

"Hah! Finally through that forest, it's so scary!"

"Guest, you're not hurt, are you?"

Turning to Bill, the coachman was relaxed and relieved for the rest of his life, for the first time since he had run the carriage, he had encountered a wild beast.

After all, this is the official road connecting Brittes and Rotterbeni Harbour, and even if there were wild wolves and animals in the needle woods, the police have long since cleared them.

“...... It's okay. ”

Lower the curtain and sit back in the car.

His gaze slowly turned cold, he didn't want anyone to bother him to retrieve the safe, and it was better to get out of the way as soon as possible, or become flower fertilizer.

Fortunately, the horses returned to normal, and Bill took out the Book of Shadows to read, using his free time to study.

Somehow, he found that absorbing knowledge, especially the weird and incomprehensible knowledge, restored him to peace, and his mind was at peace as he learned about the wonderful world through the Book of Shadows.

As for the reason, is it difficult because knowledge is power?

This speculation is too simplistic for even Bill himself to believe......

However, although he does not know the principle, Bill is trying to fit in, subvert the established common sense, rationalize the explanation of the unthinkable, and grasp the law.

The Book of Shadows is only a few dozen thin pages, with a lot of content, and if you want to transform knowledge, you still need a little understanding and opportunity.

Bill was still studying Williams' understanding of shadows, and in a wandering moment, I don't know how long it had been, the voice of the coachman could be heard outside the carriage.

"Guest, the port of Rotter Beni has arrived, which pier are you going to?"

"Don't go to the docks, take me to Port Town to find a winery. ”

"Okay. ”

"But my guest, you're going to Port Town, and I thought you were in a hurry to board the ship in such a weather. ”

Arriving near the port of Rotterbenie, the coachman also talked a lot, his voice a little tired, but relaxed.

“...... Just go to the winery to pick up something and return it back to Britts. ”

"I see, do you want me to wait for you to go back with you?"

"There shouldn't be any carriages willing to go to Brittus in this kind of ghost weather, alas, it's a sad day, if it weren't for the fact that my wife just gave birth and was in a hurry to get money, and she still needs to take care of her at night, I wouldn't have come out to work. ”

"But I won't take the main road when I go back, the forest is so horrible that I'm going to go back from the south path. ”

The coachman continued to drive the carriage towards Port Town, and he kindly inquired, but at the same time he wanted to make another profit, after all, Bill opened his mouth to double the commission, and the carriage business had been deserted for the past two days.

With another amount of money, the coachman can buy more goat's milk and lean meat when he returns home to add food to his wife and son.

“...... Yes, you can wait for me outside the winery for a while. ”

The speed of the vehicle drops again, and the carriage enters the harbor town area, and the shadow circle appears at the foot of the foot, sending the Book of Shadows back into space.

When the curtain was opened, the cold wind rushed into the carriage in an instant, and the whole of Rotterbeni Harbour was obscured by black clouds, and the Norman flag with the crown and thorn flower pattern stood upside down on the pole, and the dead branches flew in the air.

Bill has been feeling strange since yesterday, the fog still can't disperse, even though the wind is strong, but it is getting thicker and thicker.

There is only one main street in the port town, and there are few pedestrians, and it is cold and obscure and full of oppression, as if everything is locked in a dark cage, and there is no edge.

The carriage drove slowly, lined with gift shops and handicraft shops, and the coachman quickly found the winery, which was conspicuously decorated with large wooden barrels at the entrance of the winery, but the gloomy atmosphere was even more chilly.

"Guest, you're talking about this winery, right?"

"You get out of the car first, and I'll stop the carriage opposite the winery and wait for you. ”

The carriage stopped at the door of the winery, Bill paid him the fare, and the coachman took the money and quickly put it in his pocket, rubbed his frozen red palms, and returned to the car with a smile.

Without any hesitation, Bill pushed open the door of the winery.

The sense of being watched is gone, and now is the time to retrieve the safe.

The signboard was still swaying in the wind, the red lacquered wooden door creaked open, and Bill walked into the winery, filled with red wine shelves and the smell of fermented fruit in the air.

The owner of the winery was dozing off on his table when the wind invaded, and he suddenly sneezed and muttered about the weather.

"Damn, when will the wind stop ......"

"Ah, guest, please come in, it's windy at the door!"

When the owner of the winery saw someone coming to the door, he hurriedly ran forward to greet him, Bill was surrounded by cold air, and the boss shivered, still with a smile on his face.

"Guest, what price do you want to see, let me introduce you to it?"

"Do you prefer spirits or dessert wines?"

"I'm a small shop, but it's a great place to choose the perfect table mate, whether it's a gift, a treasure, or a date. ”

The owner of the winery, young and diminutive, with a look of anticipation on his face, would go out to buy wine in this weather, and the guests should be in a hurry to use the wine, and he was confident in his assumptions.

“......”

"I'm here to get my stuff back. ”

"Illya Barclay has a safe here, you can hand it over. ”

Bill's tone was cold, and he didn't even take his hand out of his pocket, and the owner of the winery instantly looked at it and was slightly stunned.

"Insurance, safe?"

"I don't know what you're talking about, I'm selling alcohol here, not a bank, you're in the wrong place. ”

"Hurry up, if you dare to entangle, I'll call the police!"

The owner of the winery rolled his eyes and returned to the bar, took out a rag to wipe his glasses, and pretended not to know anything about the safe, his eyes moving quietly.

"Call the police?"

"That's right, I've seen a lot of scoundrels like you, and I just want money, and I ......"

"Hehe, it seems that you have a memory problem, I can help you treat it. ”

Not dissatisfied with the winery's owner's answer, Bill twisted his neck, took out black leather gloves from his coat pocket, and slowly approached the bar.

The face is expressionless and unhurried.

"Hey, what are you going to do?"

"Do you still want to rob, this is a society under the rule of law, don't think you can ......"

“......”

I didn't hear what the winery owner said, his pupils were covered with a black membrane, and Bill still walked with a step, his right hand raised stiffly, and with a slight tremble, he stretched out to the bar owner.

"Guest, guest, if there is anything we can discuss, don't get excited. ”

"Enough, don't come here, I—I'll tell you, I have a gun......"

“......”

The owner of the winery retreated to the wall, secretly opened the drawer, put his palm in, and fumbled in a panic.

Finally touching something metallic and heavy, the barkeeper felt a little calmer, and quickly pulled out his pistol and stretched out his arm to aim at the strange cold man.

"Hey, see, bullets don't eat ......"

“！”

Before he could react, something instantly knocked the brass flintlock pistol flying!

Bang!

The flintlock pistol slammed into the bar, and the real black hand struck from the jaw, leaving the barkeeper's mouth closed and his teeth pounding.

The corners of his eyes were moist in pain, his face was distorted into a ball, his whole person was lifted ten centimeters, his toes desperately touched the ground, and he was pressed against the wall by the cold and terrifying man's hands.

"Ahh......hh

"Now you should remember that about half a month ago, a woman asked you to keep an item. ”

"It's small, heavy, it needs a special key to open, it's a Barclays Trust Bank's exclusive safe, right?"

With a hint of anticipation in the coldness, he smiled softly, his face radiant, his pupils darkened, and the colors in front of him slowly dissipated, leaving only black and white plates.

The owner of the winery struggled to nod his head, but could only squeeze the sound out of his throat and pound his palms frantically against the wall.

The brain is screaming from lack of oxygen, the eyes are black, and it feels like death is coming.

And before he died, he could only regret that he didn't hand over the safe just now, and even more regretted helping the beautiful woman keep her belongings, which caused trouble in vain.

"Remembered so quickly?"

"Think about it a little longer, don't be mistaken, I don't want to wronged a good person. ”

"What if you don't have a safe, I'm not a strong man?"

The owner of the winery shook his head desperately and nodded, unable to tell what was the right answer, tears running down his cheeks, and he was about to wet Bill's coat.

frowned, and let go instantly.

......

"Ha-ha-"

"Cough, cough, cough, ......cough,

The owner of the winery was paralyzed on all fours, crying bitterly.

The black film in his pupils dissipated, burrowed back into his body, his cold palm pressed against his forehead, his head was hot, his desire to destroy was gone, he just wanted to go home and sleep.

"As for the safe, hand it over quickly, don't waste time. ”

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm going to get it for you!"

The boss crawled to the basement and took off his gloves in disgust and threw them aside, and Bill let out a sigh of relief, feeling bored.

Leaning against the bar and waiting, the owner of the winery took the safe out of the cellar as fast as he could, handed it to Bill, trembling and praying, as he watched the man leave.

Walking out the door, Bill suddenly remembered something and turned around and walked back to the winery.

The owner of the winery was already lying on the table, crying.

He cried heartbreakingly, heard the doorshaft turning, and secretly looked up, and when he saw that it was still the horrible man, he cried even harder.

"Get me a bottle of champagne and ask for the best quality. ”

"Okay, okay, please wait, woo woo woo, woo ....."

"Hey, what are you crying about, it's not like I won't give you money. ”

The owner of the winery cried and went to the cellar to get wine, calling out to his mother.

Bill felt strange, he felt like he hadn't done anything just to get what belonged to him, and for some reason he made his boss cry like this.

Placing the safe on the table, opening the safe, he was in a happy mood, and he saw the familiar black leather bag, still the familiar weight.

Open the leather bag, pick up the gold pound, and take out the pocket watch.

Sure enough, the pocket watch was still pointing to the zero position, and maybe the injection of shadows would make other changes, but at the moment he couldn't try it.

Try to stuff the pocket watch into the shadow space, and sure enough, the pocket watch is stored in the space without any rejection, and like any other floating object, it flows slowly with the shadow marks.

When the shadow circle disappeared, the owner of the winery dragged his heavy steps to retrieve a wooden box, and Bill finally smiled lightly.

The boss cried again, rushed out the door, abandoned the shop and fled.

......

"What a weirdo, don't you want money to buy alcohol?"

Bill scratched his chin and, though confused, left with the Grand Cru Champagne in his wake, leaving behind a gold pound.......