The man on the roof sat silently and motionless, staring like a black sculpture into the ghetto streets.

Katrina approached Tarrant and asked in a low voice, "Can you see clearly?"

The distance was more than a few hundred meters, and there was not enough light, and Tarrant could only vaguely see him sitting, and he couldn't see anything else, "I can't see it, he's probably looking for something." ”

"No, I ran to the roof of the tavern in the middle of the night?" said Katrina, "something. ”

Tarrant understood what she meant, the man was indeed wearing dark clothes, and his body shape was somewhat similar, but it could be seen that he was not wearing a mask, "Katrina, I understand your feelings, but you can't be suspicious everywhere, there are many drunks wandering outside in the middle of the night, if he is a feathered angel, what is he running to the roof?"

"Didn't you say that the Feathered Angel turned back to see the scene of his crime?" said Katrina, walking in the direction of the tavern, "He can now proudly admire every rooftop he has stopped, can he?" ”

"That's just my guess, hey, wait for me", Tarrant had to chase after Katrina.

The figure of the roof had noticed Katrina walking on the side of the street, and he did not move.

Tarantra grabbed Katrina, "Look, that guy has already seen us, he doesn't even plan to run, if it's a feathered angel, will he be so calm, he doesn't have a mask now, once we see it, it's equivalent to catching him." ”

Katrina hesitated, Tarrant was right, the Feathered Angel should be an alert person, and she shouted at the figure, "Are you the Feathered Angel?!"

The screams echoed through the street, and Tarrant was startled, he was not used to such a flamboyant style of work, and at the same time, the window on the second floor of a residential building on their right was opened, and a pair of eyes were fixed on Katrina on the street. It has attracted unnecessary attention, and the people in the slums are particularly sensitive to the word "Feather Angel", Tarrant hurriedly said: "Don't attract the attention of others, if he is really a Feather Angel, what do you think the people will do?"

The people on the roof over there didn't care, and got up and shouted, "Yes!"

Calm enough to be suspicious, Katrina blinked, "He said yes, would it be true?"

"I heard, in my opinion, just an admirer of the feathered angel", Tarrant said, the feather angel gives the impression of being crazy, arrogant, and flying, the man on the roof just showed his calmness and calmness, but he can't completely rule out that possibility, Tarrant is not sure, another problem that must be taken into account is that although they are facing each other, the gap between them is hundreds of meters, even if that person is really a feather angel, it is too late to rush over to catch him.

The man over there continued to shout, "It's me, Katrina!" and he waved desperately, lest Katrina couldn't see him.

"That's him!" shouted Katrina, the thief who was laughing at her in the sewers, and was about to run to the tavern when Tarrant grabbed her by the arm, and Catrina looked back at Tarrant in confusion, "No catch?"

"He's playing with us, this distance, he'll be walking early when we run over", Tarrant took two steps forward and said in a loud voice: "So what are you doing?"

The feathered angel pointed to the slum in front of him, "Enjoy my kingdom." ”

"The kingdom of thieves?"

"Happy kingdom!" Feather Angel's tone was surprisingly stern, as if the two were studying philosophy, and it was by no means crazy, "You know, we have all failed. ”

"I'll catch you!" was Tarrant's heartfelt words, and there would never be a next time.

"Have a good night, goodbye!" the feathered angel jumped down to the other side.

Strange fellow, watching the dark shadow melt into the night, Tarrant suddenly realized that the feathered angel's words just now were very strange, "'We all failed', what do you mean, didn't he succeed", he turned around, Katrina was staring blankly at the tavern, "Anyway, tonight's mission is over, ma'am, please." ”

Katrina took Tarrant's hand, "Don't you think the Feathered Angel's voice is a little ......" she was looking for a suitable word to say, "Is it familiar? I don't know why, I have a sense of intimacy." ”

"Intimacy?" Tarrant repeated, "like ......," and as soon as Katrina said it, the voice echoed in his ears, 'We all failed,' as if he had heard it.

"I'll remember it, this voice, damn thief!" said Katrina, striding in the direction of the White Mist.

"Of course I'll catch him. We should call a car now", the armor consumes a lot of the tarrant body, but it is difficult to find a carriage in the slums, they have to walk a little, and it will be much easier to enter the commercial area.

Katrina was in a much better mood, almost jumping as she walked, "Tarrant, I didn't know it was so exciting to come out and have an adventure." ”

"Of course it's exciting, it will kill you at any time", Tarrant thought of Mara, faintly sad, whether she had a fun purpose to protect the light, or decided to give her life for justice.

"I'm not a burden to you, am I?" said Katrina, who suddenly stopped and looked at Tarrant earnestly.

"Of course not, your advice reminds me of a lot of clues. ”

"That's good", Catrina jumped up with joy, she took Tarrant's hand, "quick, there's a carriage ahead." ”

There was indeed a carriage parked in front of him, and Tarrant should have been happy, but at the moment he wished it hadn't appeared, and it felt pleasant to take Catrina's hand and wander through the deserted night road.

But the coachman saw the business, drove the horse to the two of them, and stopped beside Katrina steadily, "My lord, do you need a carriage? It's not safe to walk in the slum so late, you see......" Before he finished speaking, Katrina had already sat in, and the coachman stopped talking nonsense, "Where are you going, sir?"

"White Mist Zone", Katrina pulled Tarrant into the carriage, "Come here again tomorrow?"

"No, the feathered angel usually only appears every few days, and there may be other things that will be delayed. ”

The carriage ran towards the White Mist Zone.

"Really?" Katrina's eyes were full of doubt, "once you have a plan, remember to call me, this hateful thief, I will catch him myself!, if I find out that you have caught the Feathered Angel alone, I will ......" She clenched her fists fiercely.

"Hehe, of course not", Tarrant smiled awkwardly, why are the girls around him so violent.

"By the way, do you know what spell that scroll you gave me is?"

"Well...... I don't know, what is it?" Tarrant was slightly curious.

"Haha, I'll show it to you later", Katrina smirked, very proud.

"If you're happy," Tarrant patted her on the shoulder, "and when you learn, there will be better spell scrolls." ”

"Yes? I don't think you can afford it. ”

While the two were talking and laughing, the carriage had unconsciously driven into the White Mist Zone, and Tarrant had sent Catrina into the house as usual, he had wanted to stay a little longer, but Katrina had been drowsy and had been crazy all night, and she really needed a good rest.

After returning to his home, Tarrant began to plan for tomorrow's arrangement, he clearly remembered that when he met the Feather Angel in the sewers, the Feather Angel was wearing a head ring on his head, light blue, could it be a bystander, Tarrant had never seen a bystander, he could bet on it. As for the identity of the feather angel, Tarrant already had the object of suspicion, the familiar voice had been remembered on the way back, the voice was very close, plus the location of the secret door in the sewers, the familiarity with the sewers, and 'we all failed', Tarrant smiled bitterly, if it was really him, then indeed 'we all failed'.

The next morning, Tarrant woke up on time like a clock, he dressed up as carefully as yesterday, freed himself from the sloppiness of the adventurer, changed into a gown again, and looked in the mirror, Tarrant smiled softly, yes, regained a trace of the aristocratic spirit of the past, should not let the fellow's doorman drive out.

As Tarrant went downstairs, Stewart was wiping an old clock, and he looked at Tarrant in surprise as if he had seen a sewer monster, "If it's not for me to be dazzled, then you must be getting married?"

Tarrant laughed, "Just visiting an old friend." ”

"Need to dress like this?" Stewart stared at Tarrant's every move, "Are you leaving the Light of Sanctuary?"

"On the contrary, for the work of sheltering the Light," Tarrant had already stepped out of the gate when he said the last word, and he called a carriage and ran to Lynn's mansion.

Lynn, a well-known merchant in Sirentho, engaged in zircon trading, his family controlled a lot of zircon crystal mines in Serenzo, zircon crystal as an important strategic resource, so that their family has a high status in the Serençor Empire, and also made Lynn one of the richest merchants in Sirentho.

For Tarrant, Lynn has another identity, best friends, just like Katrina, Lynn and Tarrant grew up together, about the same age, they fought together in the slums, chased in the sewers, and once talked about everything, their relationship has gradually drifted apart since Tarrant joined the Sheltered Light. Most of Tarrant's former friends were very powerful, after his father left, Tarrant's status was much worse than before, and those people no longer contacted Tarrant, and it was at that time that Tarrant really understood the definition of a friend, Lynn can be regarded as a real friend, but unfortunately after joining the Light of Sanctuary, Tarrant has never visited this old friend, and several years have passed now.

The carriage stopped in front of Lynn's mansion, and two silver-armored soldiers stood in the doorway, they stared at Tarrant who got off the carriage, and quickly assessed the identity of the person who came, which was a compulsory course for senior guards, "Good morning sir!" Tarrant looked like a nobleman, and they decided to let him go.

Tarrant saluted and walked straight inside, where Lynn's mansion garden was large, full of flowers like an exposition, fragrant in the morning dew, and the trees on both sides of the street were neatly trimmed, and the grass was flat like a green carpet, and the palace garden was no more than that. A pale yellow building lay out of the garden, and Tarrant walked to the door, where a waitress bowed, "Good morning, sir." ”

Taran lowered his head and asked, "Is Lord Lynn up?"

"In the study", the waitress turned and led the way.

Tarrant had been here before, and remembered the layout and furnishings, and the study was the large room on the far edge of the ground floor, with a view of the entire front yard garden.

The waitress stopped at the door of the study and knocked lightly on the half-hidden door, "My lord, a guest is looking for you." She stepped back to Tarrant's side, "Please come in." ”

Tarrant pushed open the door, the layout of the study was basically the same as before, with large bookshelves, tulle curtains, ironwood desks, and one less totem carving, Lynn stood at the window, looked at the garden outside the window, and said with a smile: "Rare guest." ”

When Tarrant entered the door, Lynn had already seen it through the window, and Tarrant also smiled and walked towards him, "My lord, with your honorable status, there is nothing important, I really dare not disturb. ”

"Oh, do you have something important to do this time?" Lynn turned, the morning light setting off his smooth face.