Tarrant looked at the heavy negligence caused by his own negligence, the letter, the damned letter was like a coarse cloth stuck under the flint, half of the wax seal fell off and was printed on the side of the flint, the cover of the letter revealed faint handwriting, it was over, the words inside had melted, this was the real big trouble, Tarrant seriously spread the letter on the table, kerosene lamp aside, hoping that the letter was not so important...... Damn! I'm afraid there isn't much left in it that can still be seen clearly, he stared at the cover, and vaguely saw the words "arming" and "retrenching", it seemed that it was about the deployment of the army in Nai'an Town, and the mage was the king's person.

The mustache took out a plate of cream cakes and placed it in front of Tarrant, "Do you still want wine?"

"Okay", Tarrant retracted his attention and turned the letter over with extreme caution, how could the king's mage be in the lair of the spirit sucking monsters, the spirit sucking monsters should only hunt in the area of the Green Forest Mountain.

The innkeeper walked towards the wine glass on the table at the door.

"No......", Tarrant hurriedly stopped, "I want to ...... Big glass, yes, a bigger one, I'm thirsty. ”

The bearded man looked at the glass in his hand, and he didn't think more, "Okay, I still have some lime wine here, would you like to try it?"

"Lime wine?" Sounds like fruit wine, maybe a specialty of Watt Town, "Let's have a drink", Tarrant took off his liner and went naked, the letter on the table made him sweat.

"You won't be disappointed, it's made with the best lime in Watt Town, and I only have a bucket left here, and I've been reluctant to drink it since the girl was gone. ”

"Your winemaker?" Tarrant picked up a piece of brioche and stacked the thick cream to make it so sweet that it almost stuck to his esophagus and couldn't swallow it, it was even worse than a green cake.

"No, tavern maid, Sheryl", the mustache poured out a large glass of teal wine, and a refreshing sour smell overflowed from the mouth, "oh!" he exclaimed in surprise as he approached the kerosene lamp, "knight, you must have met with something terrible, look at these wounds......"

Tarrant's body was covered with bruises, and even he didn't know where they came from, maybe it was the woods, maybe it was the nest, maybe it was a long time ago, he didn't care, he took the cup from the mustache and poured it hard, not counting the ones that he drank in the heavy rain This is the first time he has entered the water in a day today, and the clear and cool sour taste seeps into his nerves along the taste buds, "Si ......" He couldn't help but stick out his tongue for ventilation, the acid was very comfortable and thorough, as if it had been penetrating all the way to the limbs, and the hot sweat retracted into the pores.

"Hahaha, how's it going?" the mustache smirked.

"Is that the story-loving Sherrill at the Nightshade Bar?" Tarrant seemed to be thinking a lot more after taking that sip of lime, and he found the name from memory.

"Yes," said the mustache, pulling out a plate of cream cakes from under the counter and stuffing two pieces into his mouth as if filling the pit, "You know that girl, too?"

Tarrant had a good impression of the girl, laughing, mischievous, enthusiastic, and curious, but couldn't remember her exact appearance, "Where did she go?"

"It is said that she met a handsome mage and went with him. ”

"Oh?" Tarrant took a sip of lime and looked at the rest of the cream cake, she should be having a good time now, handsome mage, an image suddenly popped into Tarrant's mind, "Adrian!?"

"No, it's from the big city," said the mustache, "and about a month ago, he had a long conversation with Sherrill on the first night he came, and then left the next day. ”

It would have to be a rather charismatic mage, Tarrant swallowed a large brioche with lime, "What about that murder?"

"It's Becky who lives on East Street, poor girl", Mustache looked at his stubby fingers, "she was a pretty girl, and a group of boys pursued her, but she was so ...... It's a shame to be dead. ”

Tarrant looked at the boss, and he seemed to be "pity" and "beautiful" instead of "pity" and "dead".

"I heard the news that Becky had been violated before she died, and that her clothes had been cut open by a dagger", the moustache suddenly lowered his voice mysteriously hinting at something.

"That should be found in the group of people who are pursuing her. ”

Seeing that the knight didn't ask for details, the mustache looked disappointed, and he nodded, "The sheriff will take care of these things." ”

"Let's prepare hot water", the wind blowing in the door made Tarrant's back feel a little chill, and the kicked door was hidden in the doorway to stop the strong wind, just now because Katrina was drenched in the rain made him a little impulsive.

"Okay, wait a minute, if you need cookies", the mustache rolled his eyes under the counter ambiguously.

"No," Tarrant picked up the letter and baked it by the lampshade, hoping that Warren's experience as a ranger would allow him to read the vague part of the letter, alas...... He was too careless.

The mustache picked up two jugs full of hot water and walked upstairs, creaking from the stairs to the east.

Tarrant yawned deeply, his body was a little hot, the great druid was right, he was not used to physical work, he picked up the remaining two pieces of cream cake and stuffed them into his mouth, mixed with a large gulp of lime wine and swallowed, the lime relieved the heavy sweetness of the cream, he began to get sleepy, Tarrant stuffed the letter into the spirit bag, picked up the kerosene lamp and went up the stairs.

The mustache politely stepped aside, "Wait a minute, there are two more pots of water." ”

Tarrant walked to the room, "Help me bring the armor and halberd." ”

"Halberds, oh!

When Mustache walked into the room, Tarrant was half-asleep in the tub, and he felt a warm current spread from his toes to his body, and the voice said, "I'll help you add firewood." ”

Tarrant let out a soft "um" and hung his head.

The annoying voice continued: "Come downstairs to me if you need to. ”

Tarrant's index finger flicked slightly, and he enjoyed the comfort and warmth of his whole body in the hot water, and he didn't want to say a word, he wanted to rest for a while.

The mist steamed on his face, he slowly opened his eyes, it was dark all around, the wind and rain outside the window stopped, there was no noise quietly, he couldn't find the direction of the stove, the fire was out, I don't know how long he had been asleep, he stared in the direction of the window, it was pure black, maybe the mustache had closed the curtains, he got up from the bathtub and walked over there, the air in the room seemed to be frozen and dull, with a faint smell of dirt, Tarrant staggered forward, his hands groped in the air, there was nothing, it was just a small room, he began to feel strange, he should have touched the curtain after walking a dozen steps。

"Coax-" A loud echo came from behind, the air flow spread out in a circle, and Tarrant turned around suddenly, what's the matter, there could be no echo in the room, he was in a narrow place, where is this?! He squinted at the omnipresent darkness, and his spirit was suddenly aroused.

"Ah!!" There was a short, short, miserable scream in the distance, which was creepy.

Tarrant walked in the dark, he couldn't find his weapon, he couldn't find the bathtub he had just gotten up, he couldn't find the edge of the darkness.

"Hehehehe...... Hahahaha!" The sneaky laughter echoed.

Tarrant clenched his fists and quickened his pace to walk that way.

A crooked figure stopped in the darkness, withered hands grasping a diminutive figure with two tentacles between their noses.

Tarrant froze in place, what kind of place is this, why is there a spirit sucking monster!

"Save ...... Help me!" the diminutive figure stretched out his hand to Tarrant, and the horror stood out in the darkness, and the face was halfling!

Tarrant took a step back, "No...... Not ......"

"Why did you leave me ......" the hand hanging in the air slowly drooped, and the voice of "why ......" reversed the drastic change, it was a woman's voice! "Why...... Leave me ......" The halfling fell to the ground, his robes and his long red hair scattered to the ground.

"Katrina?!" Tarrant's eyes widened, "No!" he rushed over there, "Katrina!"

The crooked figure smugly "sizzled" defiantly, its feet on the body, revealing a beautiful but smoked face, Katrina!

"No!" Tarrant shouted, his hands lifted from the water, and the warm water splashed his face, "Whew-whew-" It was just a nightmare, he was still in the room, still soaking in the bathtub, the raindrops crackling against the window, the fire in the fireplace watching him quietly, just a nightmare.

He sighed, leaned back on the tub, and saw the figure again in his dream.

"Gege", there was a strange footstep on the floor, and Tarrant sat up sharply, there was someone nearby! He listened carefully, recalled, and the location seemed to be opposite, Katrina's room! No! he grabbed his pants hanging on the hanger and rushed towards the room......