A vigil of four people in pairs does not require a complicated assignment, it is nothing more than two shifts in the first half of the night and the second half of the night. As for how the group was divided, although the young man tried to suggest that he and the lady in the robe should be grouped, the other two knew very well what he was up to. Vigil is a matter of life and wealth, and it cannot be accommodated by human affection. Therefore, even though the young man was unwilling, he had to keep watch with the old man for the second half of the night, while the robed man and the middle-aged man were responsible for the first half of the night. There is also some beware of this unknown guest, although the old man is strong and in good spirits, but in the end he is no longer in the prime of life, and if he really wants to make a move, he may not be the opponent of that lady.

The fire gradually faded down, and only the charcoal that glowed red was left in a circle of stones, radiating heat and warming the traveler. The starry sky appears overhead, like a dazzling and magnificent picture, as if it envelops everything that can be seen closely, but it is only some unrelated points of light. The man in the robe sat on the stone, looking up at the starry sky, not knowing what he was thinking. On the other side, the middle-aged man was holding two metal cups with warm liquid in them.

"I put some spices in it, and I drank it to warm my body. As he spoke, he handed the cup to the other man.

The robed man hesitated slightly, put down something he was holding in his arms, and reached out to take the cup. However, she did not rush to drink the warm drink, but looked at the middle-aged man silently. The latter raised an eyebrow slightly, raised his glass in motion, and took a big sip. "Hah!" he exclaimed, then noticed that his sleeping companion immediately lowered his voice.

After another ten minutes or so, after confirming that the middle-aged man had not had any adverse reactions, the lady in the robe finally drank the liquid in her cup, which was no longer so warm. And even so, the spicy spice in the drink gave her an immediate and strong reaction, "Ahem! ahem!" Her body trembled, and her hood was about to slip off her head because of the tremor and the wind that blew. She immediately reached out and grabbed the hood, but the contents of her arms slipped out because she had lost her support. It was a one-handed sword with a metal scabbard.

The air condensed at this moment, and both the middle-aged man and the wielder of this sword fell into silence. Two seconds later, the members of the caravan, who had been in the accident for a long time, broke the deadlock first, "Alas, look at my careless temperament, no wonder no woman likes it until now." I forgot to remind you that the drink tastes so pungent. Sorry for my question, my question. He turned his head as he spoke, seemingly completely oblivious to the one-handed sword on the ground. The robed man took advantage of this opportunity to get up from the stone and quickly retract his weapon into his robe.

"I—" The lady seemed to want to explain something, and in any case, it was not a comfortable gesture to carry a murder weapon in her arms while in contact with someone.

The middle-aged man waved his hand, "It's good to be alone and have a sense of precaution, you didn't do anything wrong." However, it may be that I have too many mouths, and although your sword looks gorgeous, I am afraid that it is not very practical. Don't worry, we don't buy or sell weapons, but we do hire mercenaries to escort us, and I've asked them how to tell the difference between good and bad, you know, merchants. According to the method they taught me at that time, the sword in your arms is estimated to sell for a good price as a craft, and as for the actual use of it for self-defense, I'm afraid..."

"It doesn't matter. The lady said quickly, "That's fine." ”

The middle-aged man nodded and didn't say anything more. At the end of the day, it's a matter for people to do it. The lady gave them a ride to the Molten Iron City, and they accepted, and there was no need for any further communication. She didn't care what they were going to sell to the lion, and they didn't care what such a lone girl was going to do in that remote country. Of course, the young man must have a different opinion, but young people, it always does. When they reached the Molten Iron City, when the tasseled robe disappeared into the crowd, he would calm down and give the figure a place in his still short life. That's all, isn't it?

The sound of fleshy wings flapping in the air is not easy to hear in the night, but it is not an imperceptible sound for middle-aged people with extremely sensitive senses. Only, who cares about bats flying by?

"Call them up. The lady suddenly reminded herself, and at the same time stood up and bowed down, as if she had entered a state of alert.

The middle-aged man hesitated for a moment, he didn't understand what stimulated the other party, but soon, the fishy sweet smell in the air made him understand that something was wrong.

"Get up!" he shouted, not caring that this was the territory of the elves, and poured the fuel he was carrying into the fire, and the flames rushed to the sky!

In the light of the fire, the middle-aged man took out a battle axe from the carriage and threw a stick hammer at the young man who stood up. Even the old man held the horsewhip in his hand, and there was no sleepiness in his eyes that had just opened. "Where is the enemy?"

"Four weeks. Perhaps to expand her horizons, the lady took off her hood for the first time in front of others. Long chestnut hair was tied in a twisted braid around the neck, which was to prevent the excessively long hair from becoming a handle for the enemy in battle. And aside from her long hair, the most surprising thing under the starlight is her ears, which are not a pair of human ears. While they do grow where their ears should be, they are 100 percent of what should have been beast ears. Of course, there were other surprises about this woman, such as her eyes, which were like sky-blue jewels, which did not match her chestnut hair and wheat-colored skin. Anyone who sees her eyes for the first time will feel this way, the eyes are a reflection of the mind to the outside world, and her situation is as if a soul is embedded in a mismatched shell.

It's just that the three men present don't have much experience admiring her soul and body, because of the danger, they are rushing towards them with hunger. The faint smell of blood wafted into the boy's nose, but it only made him feel good, and the slight dizziness was like the pleasure of drinking it directly into his brain along the sense of smell. With his body slightly hot and his limbs relaxed, he couldn't use the strength he was proud of as usual. "Be careful!"

The middle-aged man's warning was accompanied by a flash of sword light, and the young lady with chestnut hair rushed behind the young man at some point, the one-handed sword in her hand was already unsheathed, and the sword body engraved with intricate patterns stopped between the young man and the thing behind him.

"Vampire!" the old man cried out in amazement and fear as he saw the thing's form.