As the night gradually fell, the adventurers and mercenaries who had gathered in front of the Blackstone Palace gradually receded, although the climate of the Vortagan Territory made the night not cold, but the natural caution of the mercenaries still made them reluctant to spend the night outside, especially when the murder had just occurred in the city last night.

However, everyone knows that this matter will not end so easily, and if the murder happens again tonight, then tomorrow the mercenaries will only protest more violently, and at the same time, the situation in the city will become more tense.

Ackerman looked out the window at the dim crescent moon and sighed for no reason.

"The light has dimmed ......"

His face was sad, and his naturally sentimental brow looked so sad at the moment.

"Where's Rodney, are you leaving?"

"Yes, Lord Ackerman. The attendant who accompanied Ackerman replied courteously, "As soon as Mr. Figlaf left, he also left the Blackstone Palace, and he was quite anxious. ”

"He wasn't in the Black Rock Palace early this morning, and if it weren't for the morning's incident, I don't think he would have come back at all. The other attendant frowned and said, "That Mr. Figraf was also about to leave when he came, and I don't know what he was busy with outside today, is there anything more important and tricky than those mercenaries?"

"Hmph, who knows, there was just a murder case last night, and today he is running out so diligently, maybe he has something to do with those cases, no, maybe he was the one who instigated it!"

Ackerman turned his back to the attendants, listening quietly to their choreography of Rodney, but his face showed no reaction. He knew very well that these attendants were nothing more than grass on the wall, although they were arranging Rodney vigorously and saying nice things at this time, but who knew how they would arrange Ackerman in front of Rodney?

However, the wallgrass is also useful, or rather, these guys are good wallgrass, which is also good for my next actions.

Ackerman thought, a slight smile on his lips, and then immediately retracted the smile, and when he turned around, the attendants could only see the artist's sorrow on his face.

"Have any of you heard of that Mr. Fegraf?"

Several attendants looked at each other, and they couldn't answer this question.

Sure enough, it was a bunch of wine bags and rice bags, and when it came time for them to come in handy, it was useless.

Ackerman frowned, his displeasure clearly on his face.

So several attendants hurriedly searched their stomachs, collected some old news they had heard from their stomachs, and came to coax the master's heart.

"I heard that Mr. Figraf had been in poor health since he was a child, and stayed in the castle all the year round, and was even jokingly called a young lady by his retainers. ”

Ackerman was expressionless, but in his heart he was more dissatisfied, these guys could only say some unnutritious consultations, which were completely some lace news on the social field.

"No, I've heard that Mr. Figlaf was so beautiful that he was mistaken for a girl. It seemed that the fellows were particularly interested in this kind of subject, and immediately there was an argument, "Isn't this Mr. Fegraf a soft man with a low brow to-day? ”

"It's because he looks too much like a girl, so Duke Lengshan doesn't want him to be his heir. As soon as this topic opened, the topic seemed to be uncontrollable, "Maybe, he really can't get a woman pregnant?"

The attendants could understand the meaning of this sentence, and these dumb guys laughed together, making Ackerman frown.

"Can't you say something useful?" interrupted Ackerman by tapping his palm on the windowsill hard, "you like to talk about women so much, even when you talk about a gentleman?"

"Actually, men are very good......," one of the attendants muttered in a low voice.

Ackerman suddenly felt a little suffocated.

"Get out!" Ackerman, who couldn't bear it any longer, simply drove these attendants out, "Give me to stand guard honestly, and don't give me back without my orders." ”

"Yes......" the young attendants walked out of Ackerman's room with sad faces.

"Whew—what a bunch of shit!" Ackerman ripped open his collar and sulked alone by the windowsill.

"But that Arnold ......" sulked for a moment, Ackerman thought back to the boy he had seen today, "what would be his purpose? Even if he hadn't heard anything about this before he came to Vortagen, he should have understood the situation here, right? That didn't look like a stupid man, on the contrary, he seemed quite shrewd, and sure enough, he had other motives......

"Take advantage of the great changes in this Forta Gen Territory to ask for help, I'm afraid he must have a plan, it's not good, his purpose is related to the Fta Gen Realm......

"Hmph, who wouldn't be hungry for such a delicious piece of fat? Whether it's Fegraf, or Tamská, or Northway, who doesn't covet the Vortagan Collar? But if you want to eat this piece of fat, you must not only have a good pair of teeth to tear off the meat, but also have the ability to keep it!"

Ackerman looked at the crescent moon in the sky, and his eyes slowly narrowed into the same arc as the crescent moon.

"But what's the point of taking a gamble now? I have almost nothing anyway, and even if I lose this bet, it won't be worse than now, and at most I'll lose my life. However, it is better to live without freedom than to gamble and die in order to gain freedom and power. At the very least, this Arnold can help me to contain Rodney's energy and attention for a while, so ......"

Ackerman's self-talk stopped abruptly, he opened his eyes sharply, then quickly pushed open the window and poked his head out.

"Nobody, did I hear it wrong......" Ackerman frowned, he had found that his perception was sharper than normal since he was a child, so he was very confident in his hearing.

Maybe it was someone Rodney sent to spy on me, or maybe someone else was watching on me, but...... So what does it matter?

Ackerman's hand closed the window paused, and a somewhat crazy smile appeared on his face again.

Let them know that whether or not they hide their identity, this game has started from the moment my father disappeared, and if it comes late, there won't be enough seats at the table......

There was a burst of intermittent laughter from Ackerman's room, and the attendants who were guarding outside Ackerman's room could hear it very clearly, but it was precisely because they heard it so clearly that they were even more afraid to reveal the laughter.

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A few kilometers from the city of Vortagen, a convoy was hurrying under the moon.

There were quite a few people in this group, and there were several carriages in the group, and although there were many caravans that Vortagen led, they would still insist on hurrying at this time, which was not something that the merchants would do. After all, the mountain roads of the Vortagan Territory are rugged, and the large area of the mountains is the best hiding place for those robbers and bandits, and the Vortagan Territory itself does not have many armed forces, so the night is definitely not a good time to rush in the Vortagan Territory.

The convoy came from the south, opposite the path Arnold and Lily had taken into the city.

On the front carriage, a priest in a black robe rubbed the emblem on his chest while looking at the dim crescent moon in the sky.

"Archangel Yerald, the world you are guarding is so beautiful that I will never be able to appreciate it enough. Please let me appreciate a little more, until my mortal eyes can no longer glimpse the beauty of the world, until my mortal body is no longer worthy of the blessings you have sent to this world. ”

"Father Watt!" a young man in his twenties drove from the back of the convoy to the front, "We're about to get to the city of Vortagen!"

"Ah, I know. Father Watt nodded, then held the emblem and recited a verse, "Hurry overnight, hoping that the gates of Vortagan are not closed." ”

"Aren't the gates of Vortagen open to business travelers at night?" the young man asked, puzzled.

"Originally, it was, but now it's different. Father Watt replied with a smile, "Now that Count Vertagen is missing, and there is a problem of mercenaries making trouble in the territory, the current city of Fotagen must be rumored to be noisy, be careful of all outsiders." ”

"I see. The young man suddenly realized, "I heard that you have been to the Fortagan Collar many times, and sure enough, you know quite well about this place!"

"Actually, I wouldn't be willing to come to Vortagan if I could. "After all, it's so hot here, and if LaGres does make trouble one day, I'm afraid my life will be ruined!"

Listening to Father Watt's deliberate joke, the young man couldn't help but laugh out loud. "Father, this is not right, you are a person who serves the gods, if there is really an evil demon that endangers mankind, it is your duty to expel evil and protect the weak, how can you take care of your own life?"

Looking at the young man's grinning face, Father Watt was not annoyed at all, it seemed that this priest was naturally in a very good mood. "That being said, but when it's time to spare your life, it's better to spare your life - let me tell you quietly, this is what Archbishop Benedict said to me, and I take it as a creed of life!"

"Archbishop Benedict!" the young man was taken aback, and could no longer maintain a smile on his face.

"Haha, look at your appearance, what, surprised? I didn't expect that archbishop to say such a thing!"

"Yes, it's a little ......," the young man replied awkwardly, touching his head.

"Alas, this time the envoy to the Vortagen Collar was supposed to be the Archbishop himself, but I didn't expect such a thing to happen to the Leng Shan Collar, so the Archbishop had to give priority to the Leng Shan Collar, and the Fotagen Collar had to let me come and run. Father Watt sighed, and seemed to be still haunted by the errand, "If you want me to say, the business of the Vortagan is to send a few people, and it will not lead to any result anyway, so what's the point of letting me come? ”

"I can't believe you know so much about the Forta Gen Collar. Probably so embarrassed that he had nothing to say, so the young man had to prevaricate casually.

"Ah, I learned all this from Father Pullan of the church in the city of Vortagen. "Anyway, the city was a paradise for the merchants, but torture for the priests. What's more, now that Count Fotagen is missing, the person in charge is probably the chief Rodney...... I really don't want to see that old guy's face!"

The young man who listened to Father Watt's complaints no longer knew what to say, but fortunately, at this time, the figure of Vortagen City finally appeared in front of them, which made him finally breathe a sigh of relief.

"Here we are, Vortagen. ”

"yes. Father Watt squinted at the sprawling city.

"It's here. ”