Chapter 37: The Night Journey

"Hey, there's no need", Tarrant held his hands up, "we're just borrowing it", the tip of the soldier's sword almost against his throat. ()

"You're going to drive the carriage out of town and leave the coachman on any corner, and that's probably the kind of thing that happens," the patrol leader said, looking at the lady in the car, "a team of adventurers." ”

"We are the knights of the Sheltered Light, and this mage is from the National Capital Research Institute", Tarrant pointed to the streets in front of and behind him, "You see, it's really inconvenient to find a carriage here, we only see drunks. ”

"Let them get out of the car", the patrol leader didn't care what Tarrant said.

The soldier opened the door, Kira Veton's hand on his waist, "What are these idiots going to do?"

"Get out of the car," the soldier yelled. The patrol's archers drew their arrows, but the tips were pointed at the sky.

"Wait, I have something to prove what I said", Tarrant jumped out of the car and blocked the door, "this", he pulled out Carrod's letter, "Sheriff Siant's letter." ”

The patrol leader took the letter, read it briefly through the fire, and carefully checked the seal at the end of the letter for a few seconds, and after confirming it, he carefully folded it and handed it back to Tarrant, "Are you tracking down a mage to Wilsing?"

"Yes, it's urgent," Tarrant said, taking the letter, "so we hurried to the Sheriff's office." ”

"I'm sorry," the patrol leader motioned to the soldiers to put away their weapons, "you haven't found your way to Wilsin yet?"

"yes, looking for a street sign. ”

The patrol leader nodded to the soldier next to the car door, "You drive them to Wilsin and bring him back", he pointed to the drunk.

"Thank you very much", Tarrant handed the whip to the soldier, who expertly jumped into the driver's seat.

"Good luck with you," said the patrol leader, saluting the three adventurers in the carriage.

"It's already very bad to run into you," Kira Veton replied quietly.

Tarrant looked at the patrol that was gradually moving away, "Very dutiful, there are no patrols in the Si'antou District at this time." ”

"It's very responsible," Catrina agreed, "and the captain is a gentleman, like a senior officer." ”

"A rigid inferior," the priest looked at the back of the soldier in the carriage.

Tarrant poked his head out, "Dude"

The soldier turned his head to look at him, but did not answer, his left hand resting on the hilt of his sword at his waist, still wary of the people in the car.

"Why is the Quaco Patrol still patrolling at night?" asked Tarrant curiously.

"Law and order is needed," the soldier replied coldly.

"24 hours?"

"Yes. ”

The soldier's answer was so cold that Tarrant felt embarrassed, and he retracted into the carriage, "Katrina, there should be no fire on Gilu Island by now?"

"Well, the inhabitants of the island have no entertainment, they will rest early. ”

Tonight the moon appeared and disappeared in the clouds, and when they reached the island where the castle should be clear, they could not light torches, and two clusters of torches suddenly appeared in the dark meadow, which was equivalent to telling Sù Lovell that a guest had come.

After the carriage drove through several streets in a row, the tavern gradually became sparse, and the surrounding houses had been darkened, those buildings were similar to the residences in Hongdu District, chic and neat, which showed that the economic level here was good, Tarrant suddenly thought that the sheriff's office might have been closed, and he poked his head out again and asked, "The sheriff of Wilsing is not in the office now?"

"There will be someone. ”

The carriage jolted slightly, and they drove into a dirt road outside the town, with no farmland on either side, a simple fence enclosing a large meadow, and a few farms falling on the grass, and the occasional cow barking could be heard in the darkness.

Katrina stared out the window with great interest, "It's a livestock farm, I've never seen a real livestock farm. "The pastures around Siante have been replaced by dwellings and city walls.

"Sailors love meat," Tarrant laughed.

It took about fifteen minutes on the dirt road for the carriage to enter Wilsing, where there were no walls, and rows of houses stood silently, the wheels rolling against the stone floor with a clear grinding sound.

"It's almost there," the style of the building suggests they're close to the center of Wilsing, Tarrant reminds the two ladies.

The candles of the small shops are lit, the cloaked men huddle in the alleys and corners, and the horse-drawn carriages seem to be driving into a night market.

"Every city has a dirty side, look at the people", Kira Veton looked at the sneaky pedestrians, who also watched the wagon running past them warily, and when they saw that the carriage was driven by a soldier, they tightened their cloaks and covered their faces, and their weak movements only explained one point, black market trading.

The soldier turned a street corner and parked the carriage in front of a building, "This is it." ”

"Thank you," Tarrant pulled out two gold coins, "the coachman and yours." ”

The soldier shoved one gold coin into the coachman's pocket and returned the other to Tarrant, "I don't provide services. ”

"I don't mean to offend, just because I'm thankful," Tarrant tried to give the soldier the gold, but the guy had already turned the car around.

"It's the first time I've seen someone who doesn't want money," Katrina said, looking at the carriage.

"Indeed", Tarrant seems to have been educated, it turns out that he is still so materialistic in front of selfless people, and he always uses money to show gratitude, not respect.

"What are you waiting for?" the priest raised his leg and walked towards the door.

Tarrant turned to look at the building in front of him, it had a very simple appearance, three floors, the area was close to the light of shelter, the windows on the ground floor and the second were all lit, and there was an iron sign hanging at the main entrance of the building: Wilsin Public Security.

So to say that the whole building is owned by the security forces, which is very different from Siant, whose office is located in the Hall of Shingon and the government, and there are other institutions concentrated in it.

Kira Veton asked the soldier at the door, "Is the sheriff still there?"

"Nope. ”

"Damn the Paladin, what are you supposed to say?" Kiraweton grumbled in disgust.

Tarrant stepped forward and pulled out the letter, "I have a letter for the Sheriff Chief here, Donatello. ”

"He's not here tonight. ”

"That'...... Who's in charge now?"

A middle-aged man passed by the inner hall and noticed the three people at the door, "What's the matter with you? ”

"This matter is urgent", the middle-aged man was richly dressed, with a solemn bearing between his eyebrows, he should also be a chief-level figure, Tarrant handed the letter to him, "We need assistance." ”

The middle-aged man opened the letter and swept it, "Jilu Island, that's a calm island. ”

"Trust our judgment. ”

"That island is far from here, I'll arrange boats and men tomorrow morning, you can stay here tonight," the middle-aged man gestured to the three of them, holding hands.

"No, it has to be right away," Tarrant reminded.

The middle-aged man looked down at the letter repeatedly, "Then wait for Donatello to decide." ”

"Hahaha", Kira Viton saw the expected result, "it is better to count on the vigilantes than to trust the mercenaries in the tavern." ”

The middle-aged man raised his eyes and stared at Kira Veton, and after a few seconds of pause, "I don't build yì You are going to Jilu Island now for your safety, there are craggy rocks everywhere, and there is fog tonight. ”

"We are responsible for our safety," Kira Veton insisted.

The middle-aged man's lips were closed, and after some hesitation, "Okay," he ordered the soldiers, "Call our best archers." ”