At this moment, thousands of miles away.

In the afternoon, the blazing sun shone over the moor. Pulled by sixteen horses, the train raced over the tracks.

The public long-distance horse-drawn carriage is just the result of the transportation vision that Anglo has developed vigorously in recent decades. Powered by modified and modulated horses, the carriages are dragged along the tracks. It avoids the 'special troubles' that may be caused by large mechanical power, and also takes into account practicality. Despite the high fares, there are still a large number of travelers who are willing to choose this convenient method of travel.

In the empty carriage, a young man in a black trench coat leaned back on a bench, seriously thinking about how to enjoy the inferior glass of after-dinner red wine in front of him—the last remaining pleasure of the journey.

In addition to him, there were only a few people in the long carriage, an elderly couple preparing to return to their hometown, a writer who seemed to be in dire straits, and two young men and women in love.

It was an unusually quiet afternoon.

"Now that little imp is almost in Avalon, right?"

Wolf Flute counted the time and looked back in the direction of Avalon: "With the teacher's letter of recommendation, his admission should not be a problem, well, with that notebook ......"

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but want to laugh three times.

When it was ridiculous, it would involve a new wound between the chest and abdomen, so he gave up anyway.

From midnight four days ago to now, he has changed his clothes and identity sixteen times, changed countless means of transportation, and has survived three tragic battles that almost killed him, leaving behind ten dead bodies.

Now, he had finally shaken off the group for the time being, but they would catch up like wild dogs after a while, right? How long would they run around the West for the sake of the black box that had long since ceased to exist on him?

Thinking of this, the wolf flute couldn't help but want to laugh three times, admiring his cleverness and wit.

Who would have thought that he would hand over the contents of the black box to a child who had spent no more than ten hours together? Who would have doubted that a white-haired imp of Oriental descent would be involved in such a thing?

This is what the teacher calls 'darkness Chencang', right?

Draw the firepower yourself, and the true relics will sleep on the cover of the notes, and be delivered to Avalon safely to complete their mission. As long as it's still in Avalon, there will never be a problem......

He squinted, enjoying the laziness of the warm sun, sleepy.

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"yes, who would have thought?"

A soft, childish voice sounded in front of him, waking him up from his stupor, but he felt like he was still sleeping.

Because if it's not a dream, how can the scene in front of you appear?

In this place, which is also 300 kilometers from the nearest populace, there is no way to supply this broken wagon except frozen beef pasta and chicken rice...... How can such a big meal be purchased?

Salad dressings are topped with freshly grown fruits and vegetables, giving off a sweet scent. The fragrant French mushroom soup was cruelly tossed aside, and he was not even tasted.

The Marseille fish soup and foie gras steak were squeezed by the huge lobsters and almost fell under the table. The pheasant cooked in red wine still has an attractive color, but it does not deserve a single glance from its owner.

In the midst of this heap of enough to drain any gourmet's wallet, the inferior chicken gratin that Wolf Flute had just finished looked extremely lonely and pitiful.

"I have to say, this plan is quite good. It was as if the voice of a young man sounded.

Just behind the table, a young man in a black dress slowly and methodically combed his waist-length long blond hair back to his head, and then wrapped himself in a napkin.

Finally, with a knife and fork in his hand, he lifted his hole in the ground and smiled flawlessly:

"Unfortunately, some people are already starting to suspect it. ”

The wolf flute's body tensed subconsciously, and he clenched his flute, feeling the pre-recorded score reverberate in it, and with a snap of his fingers, it could burst out in an instant, summoning a pack of ghost wolves.

But even so, his heart was still uneasy and he felt suppressed from the bottom of his heart.

"Who are you?" he asked in a deep voice.

"Boring question. The boy glanced at him, "Why don't you relax? ”

As he spoke, he pushed the French soup in front of the wolf flute: "No, do you want to have some? It would be better to drink it while it was hot." ”

Then, the wolf flute's saliva poured out uncontrollably......

He swallowed his saliva and struggled to prevent himself from dying in a bowl of soup:

"Hey, what do you mean by that?"

"That's what it means, some people are already starting to suspect it. The mysterious boy glanced in the direction of Avalon: "Now, I'm afraid that the lower nine ranks in the entire Avalon City are starting to look for that white-haired boy."

Someone has paid a considerable price, whether they live or die, as long as they take notes. ”

"I don't know what you're talking about. ”

The wolf flute responded coldly.

"It's okay if you don't know, it doesn't matter if you do, it's going to be such an interesting situation anyway. However, you don't have to worry, there is no big thing going on with the Oriental imp...... Probably. ”

The boy spread his hands generously, smiling happily and happily: "After all, this is a rare play. It's enough to make me happy for two or three months. Well, it's worth celebrating!"

As he spoke, he snapped his fingers.

The waiter who appeared out of nowhere came with a bottle of red wine with an old label, and the mellow smell spread from the wine glass in the young man's hand.

The young man shook his glass hospitablely: "My treasure, the white wine of King Louis, do you want some?"

"No, I have. The wolf flute replied indifferently.

The boy sneered and glanced at the wolf flute's glass, "If I were you, I wouldn't touch it." After all, bad wine is bad wine, and even if it is poisoned, it can't change much. ”

"You...... Say what?"

"Well, a rare good ingredient, the name is 'agave', it has a fast effect, a strong effect, and it can stop the heart of a mammoth in three minutes. There are no drawbacks other than the strong taste of alcohol. ”

The red wine in the boy's hand suddenly changed into a slender test tube, in which the green worms slowly writhed, turning pink from the excessive heat in the air.

The larvae of the green moth are alien organisms that are only used in poison detection. Even the slightest hint of toxicity will cause it to react and metamorphose prematurely......

As the tube tilted, the larvae rolled into the inferior red wine, followed by a piercing scream.

It's like a burning magnesium lump falling into the water, and the red wine boils, rolls quickly, and evaporates.

Eventually, only a moth frantically flapping its misshapen wings remained in the glass, and in the confusion of the daylight, the moth slammed headlong into the glass, and the slurry burst out.

"It's so disgusting, suddenly I don't feel like I'm in the mood to eat at all. ”

The young man's brows furrowed slightly, and he sighed softly: "If I knew earlier, I would have just let you die." ”

"Hey, you're ......"

"That's the end of the pleasant chit-chat, Mr. Wolf Flute......"

The young man interrupted him, raised his arrogant eyebrows, and his handsome face was full of indifference: "When you leave, I wish you a few more days of struggle." ”

"However, as a reward for chatting with me, I would like to remind you of one thing. ”

His figure became more and more hazy, but in the blur, a cold voice came:

"Where are so many people who happen to travel with you on a journey......

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In an instant, the wolf flute woke up from a brief dream, sweating profusely.

He seemed to blink for a moment, and then lingered in the dream for a long time. But now he woke up, and everything was still in its original place.

And that glass of inferior red wine is still intact, exuding a slight fragrance.

He silently raised the glass in front of him and gazed at the rest of the travelers through the reflection of the red wine, looking at them either tired or excited.

Finally, he saw the mystery in the depths of those eyes.

There seemed to be the sound of soft footsteps at the top of the carriage, and beneath the floor, it seemed like some creature was silently climbing.

"Even my last pleasure was ruined......"

The wolf flute sighed and poured the red wine on the ground, which snorted.

"You guys, you're me off. ”

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Avalon, Midtown, Liema Lodge.

The night is getting darker.

The old man, known as the Ghost Hand, was still smoking his pipe.

He sat on a bench in the street, like an old idle man in Avalon, enjoying the cool of this summer night.

"Are you sure you see him living here?" he asked.

Next to the bench, the sloppy homeless man squatting on the ground nodded and pointed to the hotel: "An oriental imp, with white hair and a dog, can't be wrong." ”

"I hope you know the cost of deceiving a shaman. ”

Ghost Hand tossed a heavy money bag into his arms and waved his hand.

In the shadow of the alley, a group of masked burly men rushed out. They strangled the entrance and exit of the front and back doors in a silent and orderly manner, and then the two men led by them raised their hammers and smashed the door open.

After leaving two people to guard the door, the group of people with murder weapons rushed into the hotel in an instant.

The crowd passing by was frightened and hid in the distance and looked in the direction of the hotel in surprise. There was a loud noise in the hotel, as if slamming the door and picking the lock, and the frightened guests screamed and then shut up obediently. The proprietress crouched behind the counter in fear and whimpered.

After a sporadic banging and banging, everything soon fell silent.

Someone got the signal from a distance, frowned, and whispered in the ear of the ghost hand: "Sir, no." ”

Ghost Hand smoked a cigarette in silence and glanced at the homeless man beside him.

Under his glance, the homeless man was stunned, as if he was frozen, but he could still move and tremble. His eyes became puzzled and frightened.

"Look for it again. ”

Ghost Hand whispered.

Another scream rang out, crackling sounds came from the three-story inn, and the violent search and destruction began again.