Thirty minutes later.

The woods outside the Snow Castle and on the side of the avenue. In the deep darkness of the night, the cold moon sprinkled blue light all over the land. Due to the incomparably thick snow fog, the entire surrounding space creates a hazy beauty.

Is that the guy...... Looking at the gray-haired man who walked down the steps of the Cold Snow Castle in the distance, holding an oil lamp, Ceresya leaned against the wall and snorted with his nose: The old man looks quite energetic! This is more than sixty years old, but he is stronger than Eders.

It shouldn't be very strenuous to keep track of him. Although horseback riding is not possible just to be on the safe side...... Pinching the bayonet sword in his hand, he didn't plan to go invisible just yet: the magic of the bayonet is limited, and if it is wasted, it will take more time to replenish it. So it can only be invisibility at the necessary moment.

Since he can't ride a horse, he must play some tricks! After making sure that the other party who walked to the stable had the intention of riding a horse directly home from the avenue, he took out the wine jug and poured a large sip of honey wine: Damn, take a sip and take a sip less...... If only there was such a flask that could be renewed indefinitely, he could exchange it for whatever he wanted.

Of course, this bayonet must not be replaced. I have to keep it as an ancestral treasure for my children.

But I don't seem to be planning to get married, and I'm too lazy to raise children...... Forget it, let's talk about it later.

Crouched down, he strode deep into the road leading to the central city, until he came to the trap that had been laid beforehand: in order to carry out this plan, he also urgently ordered the patrolling cavalry to temporarily retreat to evade.

Took out a ring of locks, and the mad dog tossed it, feeling the feeling: Damn, if it weren't for the elf's stubborn reluctance to give me a triplock, and he would still be able to use this thing to mix the horse's legs?

These elves really look down on people, and none of them are deflated.

Seeing that the figure of the other party on a horse was getting closer and closer, the mad dog controlled the bayonet sword and went invisible. Still amazed at the translucent body in his first view, he listened to the melody of the horse's hooves and threw off the lock as he got close.

The same invisible lock rushed out at a high speed, and at once it grabbed the horse's leg. With the force of the horse's galloping, the mount fell to the ground with a wail and fell sharply on the trap that had been prepared: the horse's leg was struck by a sharp piece of wood laterally, and it could no longer go on.

It's a terrible call...... Listening to the wailing of the horses, the mad dog felt a little distressed:, after messing with Lusa and them for a long time, they all felt a little soft-hearted. However, this amount of bleeding is not fatal. But it's sure it won't walk.

To be honest, I had considered another plan before, and it might have worked better than this one - set a trap to make the horse fall, and then I would pretend that no one was right and ride another horse to find him. Then offer to send it home. Of course, because of the concern that the other party may refuse and it is inconvenient to follow up, it is not adopted.

But the current plan was also flawed - if he chose to go back to inform the stables instead of waiting for the patrol cavalry to find out, his own actions would be ruined. But since I specifically asked about the style of this guy Derno before, the mad dog judged by instinct that there should be no problem.

If it weren't for the pretending to be an accident, Lao Tzu wouldn't have used wood chips...... Keeping a close eye on Myrton's movements, Mad Dog slowly retracted the lock, trying not to make noise under the cover of the wind.

But at the moment when he regained the lock, the enemy, who was lying on the ground and hugging his waist, turned around sharply, grabbed the lock and pulled it violently. Taken aback by the sudden counterattack, Seresa nearly fell out of the grass to break her invisibility. finally tried his best to retract the rope, and a cold sweat broke out on the back of the mad dog: This guy, can he see through the invisibility?

In fact, he overthought it. Myrton just looked around in confusion, but he didn't notice the mad dog with half of his body exposed to the grass - it seemed that this guy did this completely intuitively and discerningly.

This guy really can't be underestimated...... Frustrated frown, the mad dog was still a little afraid;

Although the fellow got up and left after briefly treating the horse's injuries, he did not turn back, but he was noticeably more cautious in his movements, always looking around smartly. Frustrated to realize that the difficulty of tracking has been greatly increased, Mad Dog muttered in his heart: Do you want to retreat like this? Even if you continue to track, I am afraid that you will not get any useful clues...... After all, the target is already wary.

Damn, that's a lot of frustration...... Feeling that she couldn't give up just yet, Ceresya decided to continue her tracking, and at least she had to find some results: she boasted that she would definitely be able to do it, and wouldn't it be too shameless to go back in such a disgraced way?

It seemed that he could only follow from a distance, but fortunately he didn't choose to go back and change horses...... Keeping the footsteps to a minimum, the mad dog walks slowly under the cover of the bushes. Paying attention to not leaving footprints within the other party's visual range, Ceresya felt a burst of anger: Damn, the moonlight is so bright tonight, I will be found if I am not careful. Fortunately, the snow and fog are thicker, otherwise it would really be "the right time, the right place and the right people".

For the stalker, the night is cover. But the reverse is also true - this will be extremely challenging for the tracker's eyesight, and there must be no slackness. It's all mutual. It's easy for the other party to find me, and it's not easy for me to lose it.

Due to the extreme caution of the mad dog, the next few minutes of the journey were uneventful and did not cause any waves. Despite increasing its speed to the maximum speed within the allowable range, Mad Dog is still getting farther and farther away from his constant return to his goal. Just when the other party finally stepped on the intersection of the city, Ceresya felt a "pop" sound in her heart: the next road was covered by grass, and it would be more difficult to follow.

Seeing that the other party had just finished turning around, he bypassed the street lamp, and the mad dog quickly slipped behind a tree against the wall, bypassing the enemy's side view. Just as he was about to seize the opportunity to continue his follow-up, the man suddenly turned around and looked straight this way.

Even though he had already hid behind the wall before he was discovered, the mad dog could still feel the chill in his eyes that suddenly shone on him. kept muttering "You didn't find me" in the bottom of his heart, but Myrton suddenly shouted: "Who is hiding there?!"

How could you see me?!...... Realizing that the other party was probably bluffing only intuitively, Mad Dog frowned and gritted his teeth: he had grabbed my lock before, and now he was probably tempting.