After being dragged down by an accident, the march of the team was a little slower, and it looked weak. The sun gradually began to move westward, dusk and yellow, and there was no heat. The twilight on the horizon has taken on a faint mist.

The road to Sacnas is a bit peculiar, not a straight road, but winding, and I don't know how to build it. Sometimes there is a flat section in front of you, but you have to turn up the slope, and sometimes you have to get out of the nine bends and eighteen bends of the winding mountain road.

Bello was bored in the carriage and ran out to sit next to the coachman. Originally, this was not allowed in the car dealership. Considering that they had suffered together, the coachman didn't say anything, but chatted happily with Bello.

"You don't know, do you?" said the coachman to Bello with a smug color, "That's it, you don't look at the terrain!

Look at the trees? What does that mean? Look at the growth of the trees?

"Look, what's the pattern of the trees next to this road?" said the coachman, who had the intention of playing tricks, gave Bello a small problem.

What can be wrong with trees?

Bello stared carefully at the trees on the side of the road, these trees were close to the roadside, some of the trees had their roots rooted in the road, like two rows of tall walls, but except for the trees on the side of the road, in the back, the height of the trees was not right, most of them were small trees, occasionally taller, also one or two, growing alone in a dwarf plant, looking down on the group.

What is the situation?, Bello speculated to himself, looking closely at the trees, and he couldn't see anything wrong at all.

"Just, you have to remember, this is the mirror area, you must not stay next to the small tree for long!" Seeing that Belo was stumped, the coachman smiled proudly and gave Belo science.

As the coachman explained, Bello understood that in the mirror area, no one knew when the space would be shattered. Plants were used to judge the safety of the mirror area.

If the plants grow tall and there are no problems, then this is mostly a safe zone, at least much safer than low flora. Those low flora may have been destroyed by the shattering of the space in the high places, or they may be the plants that have regrown after the entire space has been shattered.

According to the driver, the road from Belparo to Sacnas is built along the tall flora, and after the road is repaired, trees are planted next to it, these trees are extremely precious and are the best early warning devices. That's why there is a scene that Belo can't understand, it is obviously flat, but the road is crooked. This is a guarantee of the personal safety of passengers.

As the convoy walked slowly, the road gradually became wider, and there were several branch roads that converged together, but they were not very wide, and there was only one more width than the original road.

The flow of people had increased considerably, and before dark, Bello saw several groups of men hurrying past the convoy and galloping forward. It's like he's in a hurry. Fortunately, there were no more roadblocks to collect money, or conflicts between the two.

When the sun sank in the west and stained half of the sky red like blood, the convoy in front of it gradually slowed down, and Bello's car followed the convoy and entered a row of small houses.

The house was very small and basic, with trees on all sides, thatched roofs, mud walls, no windows, and completely enclosed. The most peculiar thing about these houses is that they are very irregular in shape, trapezoidal, square and triangular. Judging by the surrounding trees, these should be the product of adaptation to the mirror area.

After all, it is a mirror area, and the scattered safe areas have all been explored by the predecessors, using the seemingly stupid method of planting trees. These tree-probed areas may not be really safe, like volcanic eruptions, which may lie dormant for hundreds of years, but this does not mean that the volcano is extinct.

The same is true for the space in the mirror area, it is very likely that the trees have not encountered spatial fragmentation in the decades of growth, does this mean that this place is safe? There is no way to guarantee it, it is possible to be safe for decades, but it will shatter in the next second! But compared to other places, it is much safer, at least the probability of collapsing into meat sauce in sleep is much less.

There were quite a few people in the carriage where Bello was, and the room he was assigned to was very small, very marginal, only a small room, only a little higher than the person, and in the room, it was barely enough for everyone to have a place to sit.

There was hay on the ground, I don't know how many people had rested here, the grass stems had been polished and shiny, and a heavy stench echoed in the air.

There was no door, only a straw curtain hung at the door, which was used to block the wind.

When Bello walked through the door, he was almost smoky. In the car, except for the driver, everyone else entered the house more or less with their noses covered.

"There's no place! Let's just spend the night!" said the coachman, who was the last to come in, and who was accustomed to the environment here, rolled up the curtains to let the air circulate when he entered the house.

"Just! I said, don't go out at night. Drink less water, and go out in the middle of the night!!!!!

Bello was next to him, and he was happy to talk to him.

Everyone found a place where they felt they could, sat on the hay, and remained silent. Begin to take out dry food and eat dinner.

"Just, man, do you want to have some!" The coachman took out a wine bottle from his arms, which was full of spirits, the degree was not low, and Belo could smell the wine next to him, and the coachman took a sip and handed the bottle directly to Bello.

Bello waved his hand to indicate that he could not drink, took out his bread, and continued to nibble. He had not taken two bites before he heard a stray stream of footsteps outside, and at the same time heard a shrill whistle.

There is a case.

The whistle was long and not hurried, indicating that the person who came was unknown. If it is an enemy situation, the sound of the whistle will be short, very urgent, and blown many times.

Hearing the whistle, the coachman got up and went out to see what was going on, and Bello followed him to his feet and walked outside.

The sun had set, the red moon had risen early, and the sound of talking was bustling outside the small house. When Bello came out, he saw a group of tall figures leading the horses down the road to the hut. In the moonlight, these figures are full of shadows, and you can see that this group of people are all dressed in black, top hats, large cloaks, and the cloak is embroidered with white lines.

These people are talking loudly about something as they walk.

Bello turned around and wanted to go back to the house, but the word "young marshal" came out of the mouths of these people, making Bello's feet freeze on the ground and he couldn't move.

Young marshal?

Is it nicknamed the young marshal?

Isn't it Lancelot?

Lancelot's nickname is "The Young Marshal"!

Who are these people? Is it the Revolutionary Army?

Bello listened closely, and vaguely heard a clear voice from the other side say, "...... It may not have much impact, you all have to be careful in the past two days, don't meet with that 'young marshal', none of us are his opponents......" said with a low voice, as if arranging something.

Belo heard an unconvinced voice sound: "There are so many of us 'Light of Truth' in Saknath!

"Hmph!" a voice sneered: "Do you think you can win with more people?

"I don't believe it!" cried the unconvinced voice!

"Stupid!" said a sneering voice.

"Shut up!" the clear, starting voice whispered.

Soon, a group of people came to the front of the house, and Bello saw that a group of people went straight to the largest house, reached out and patted the wall, and shouted, "Inside, come out!"

The largest house was occupied by the guards of the convoy. Some of these people had already gone out, and some were still in the house, and there was a wave of anger at this time, both in the door and in the house.

"I don't know what's going on with you!" the guard didn't speak, and a man who looked like a caravan steward stepped forward and asked cautiously.

"Get out of the house, here we want it!" the man who knocked on the door had a hoarse voice and an eerie sense of threat in his angry words.

The man in charge looked at the guards in the room with an embarrassed expression, he didn't dare to answer this, he had to take care of the guards. The guards wanted to let them go, but the guards didn't want to, and it didn't work for him to talk about being in charge, after all, the guards were in charge of the force. As far as the steward himself is concerned, he himself is hesitating, purely from a safety point of view, he must hope that the guards will give up the house and not be too troublesome.

However, from the point of view of employing people, the steward hopes that the guards he brings are bloody and capable, and can face all kinds of threats of force. Otherwise, who dares to guarantee that this time it is to give up the house, and next time it is not to give up the goods.

The guards themselves knew about this, and they were all caravan hired by the caravan, and were documented in the Adventurers' Guild. The "Talon" adventure group that happened during the day blocked the road to collect money, and the steward did not let the guards take care of it, and obediently gave the money, which already made the guards feel very shameless. Now there are so many arrogant ones, if you don't teach a lesson, the reputation of the adventure group will be ruined, so the state of the escort is known, how will the adventure group take over the work of the escort in the future?

"Your Excellency's tone is not small!" The leader of the adventure group stood out from the crowd, this is a sturdy man, not tall, medium in stature, the light is relatively dim, he can't see what he looks like, he can only see that he is holding a strip of about one meter in both hands, as if it is two long swords, it seems that he is ready to move.

"I don't know if I'm alive or dead!" the eerie voice sounded again, and the words fell, and suddenly a sword light flickered in the dim shadow of the red moon. Before the leader of the adventure group could react, he saw that a sword had been pressed against his throat, the sword was shining brightly, and it was cold to the bone, "Little one-star knight, I still think I am a master, who gave you the guts!"

The leader of the adventure group, his chin was raised by the top of the sword, his eyes looked down at the tip of the sword against his neck, he swallowed saliva involuntarily, and his Adam's apple squirmed up and down for a while.

"What's the matter? Still not convinced?" a grim voice rang out. "No matter how stubborn you are, your little life will not be saved! Let your people move out, can you give a word!"

"Okay——!, okay, no problem at all, I have to trouble you to bring up this matter, we don't have eyes, let's move, move now!" The leader of the adventure group is dark and strong, and he definitely doesn't seem to be a good person, but he is extremely soft when he speaks.

The grim voice sneered and put the sword back.