After two days of riding, the group entered the territory of Dayton, the largest producer of flowers in Wallis, and the favorable climate and the monsoon winds blowing from the endless sea allowed most of the flowers that Wallis could see to grow in the country. But now, the abnormal climate has hit the flower industry here, and the plain, which was supposed to be a large sea of flowers, can now only be seen sporadically with some hardy plum blossoms and moon seasons standing in the cold wind.

But that didn't stop Quiai from loving flowers, and from time to time the mage led arrows into the dirt by the roadside, walking hundreds of yards to pick a sprig or two of different colors. After only half a day's march in Dayton, Queai's head and mount were already full of flowers. Even Miluria couldn't resist the temptation and inserted a pale pink moon in her hair just above her ears, even an already subtle gesture that surprised Enoch.

Fern saw the warrior's thoughts, tilted his head and whispered, "Did you just realize that she was actually a girl, too?"

Enoch smiled ashamedly, and instead of expressing his thoughts too much, he diverted the subject. "The village of Icahn is not far ahead, let's rest there today, we should try to avoid spending the night in the wilderness continuously, without adequate rest we can't maximize our safety. ”

"Well, so be it. Fern raised an eyebrow, uncomfortable with the warrior's striking style of speaking. Enoch didn't realize this, and after receiving Fern's answer, he hurried his horse to the front of the group.

In the early afternoon, the village of Icahn came into view. It's a small village, but it's the first village a traveler from Roanoke or Cumberland will encounter when they enter Dayton, and it's the traditional peak time of trade, and the flower trade is still very crowded despite the climatic blows.

Enoch and Fern searched almost every inn in the village, and finally found an inn with two rooms remaining, and although they were small, street-side rooms, and expensive, they finally didn't have to sleep in the wilderness.

"It's really not a good time to travel. Queai stood in front of the window, looking at the crowded street below. "The room was too small, and the streets were too noisy, but Fern said we were lucky enough to sleep on the pub chairs in a normal weather. ”

"That's right, I'd rather hike in the cold permafrost plains than be crowded with so many people. Miruria was wiping her face, the pollen and dust along the way making her feel uncomfortable. "I can't imagine what it was like here in previous years, I think I'm going crazy. ”

"The Permafrost Plains is so inhospitable if I were to stay there for a week......" The mage suddenly shut his mouth.

"What will happen?" Miruria looked up in confusion, only to see Quiai step away from the window, then quickly walked to the side, and slowly closed the window. The scout alertly lowered his handkerchief and drew his dagger from his waist. "What's wrong?"

"Mage, Mage of the Mage Tower!" Quiai pressed nervously against the wall, his eyes showing panic. "How could they be so fast, they shouldn't have known we were coming here. ”

"Let's go next door and see what they do. The scout put his ear to the back of the door and listened for a while, then slowly opened the door, and then stepped out in one step, and after making sure that there was no danger, he beckoned Quiai out. The two locked the door and hurried to Enoch and Fern's room next door.

"What's going on? Fern saw the two girls running in in a panic, but luckily Miruria didn't forget to close the door.

"I saw the mage, just outside the inn on the street. Quiai bit his lip and said quickly.

"Mage, did they fly all the way?" Fern frowned in surprise.

Enoch had closed the window, his head bowed in thought. "Maybe it's not a tracker from Shavana, the Mage Tower is all over Wallis, and there will be quite a few mages in Dayton. ”

"You're saying how they notified the mages in various places, so wherever we went, there was a chance of being discovered?" Fern touched his chin with a serious expression.

"Yes, is there any way to get in touch with the Mage Tower? a much faster way to travel than normal people. Enoch looked up at the mercenary.

"Yes, ravens, they get here from Shavana in half the time, if not less. ”

"This is a problem, and we need to be careful on the rest of the road. Enoch frowned, and he could see that the warrior was under a lot of pressure.

"I don't think it's as serious as you think. Fern tapped him on the shoulder. "Since they are not mages, they must not be able to recognize us accurately, they must only be identified by the description of us in the letter sent by the mage tower, in which case they must only pay special attention to one mercenary and one female mage. ”

"But there are four of us now, and they don't know Enoch and Miruria are on board, so there's a good chance they're going to ignore us?"

"I think so, but to be on the safe side, I'd suggest the two of us go and change our outfits so that no one can see who we are. Fern nodded and patted the purse on his belt. "Just the gold coins given by Morris. ”

After listening to Fern's analysis, Enoch relaxed a little. "Hopefully, as you said, we can't make any mistakes. ”

"Relax, warrior. Fern unfastened the flask from his belt, walked over to the table, picked up the glass, filled it, and handed it to Enoch. "If you've been so nervous, I'm afraid you'll not make it to Artuna, because it's a long way to go. ”

Enoch took the glass, sighed, shook his head forcefully, and drank it down.

There was still some time before dinner, and while it was still light, Fern and the two girls left the inn together, searching for a tailor in the few streets of the village. Although the village of Icahn is not large, there is also a tailor shop due to the large number of caravans and travelers passing by. Fern quickly picked out a shirt of about the same size and a pair of shorter trousers, and made an appointment with the tailor to pick up the longer trousers the next day. But it didn't go so well for Queay, the girl insisted on a tight-fitting tunic made to order, and before Fern could speak, Miruria vetoed her idea, they couldn't have waited so long here, and they had to leave tomorrow.

In the end, Fern agreed with Quiai to choose the most expensive sky-blue wool coat in the store, so that she gave up the idea of making it to order, and the next day she came to pick up the clothes that needed to be slightly modified. When the owner of the tailor shop sent the three out with a smile on his face, it was already completely dark, and there were significantly fewer pedestrians on the street.

"Let's go back quickly, Enoch must be in a hurry. Miruria urged Fern and Ness, they had spent too much time, enough to drive Enoch crazy.

Fern nodded and took a step, but suddenly, a figure at the end of the street made him take a step and stop where he was. Although the figure was a hundred yards away from them, and the silhouette was only faintly visible in the dim light of the roadside, Fern still felt the fear from within, which he was no stranger to.

"What's wrong, Fern?" Quiai noticed the mercenary's abnormality and looked at him worriedly.

Miruria, after all, was a Doyle, and had considerable experience with such situations, and she could guess the answer just by glancing at the mercenary's eyes. "Quick, take him to the tavern!" the scout had already taken one of Fern's arms and walked towards the tavern across the street from the tailor's shop. Kui Ai didn't dare to slack off, and quickly took the mercenary's other hand.

Thankfully, there were still a few pedestrians in the streets, and a hundred yards were not instantaneous, and before the figures could get close to them, they were headlong into the bustling taverns, where most of the pedestrians on the streets of Icahn Village were gathered during the day. The warm fire is blazing, the singers are playing songs, the customers are chatting loudly, and the smell of alcohol is blowing in their faces.

"There are so many people here, I believe there will be no danger for the time being. Miruria exhaled, her eyes fixed on the tavern door.

Quiai knew there was a situation, but he still didn't know why. "What the hell is going on, Fern, what do you see?"

The mercenary had regained consciousness, swallowed with difficulty, and approached his companion. "I think, I see it...... Demons. ”

"What?!" Quiai shouted almost in surprise, and the mage looked around to make sure no one noticed them before continuing to whisper, "Are you sure......?" This kind of thing?"

"Nothing is impossible. Miruria glanced at the tavern and found the location of the kitchen. "We've got to get back to meet Enoch as soon as possible, I think we'll have to get out through the back door. ”

"Hmm. Quiai nodded, and took the mercenary's hand, which was still not fully recovered.