Probably unaccustomed to the endless tobacco in the magician's pipe, the men in black got up and left when half of the tavern was shrouded in smoke. Roland listened to the sound of the door closing behind him, and he didn't even have the intention of turning back. He spat out the last smoke ring and slammed the pipe upside down on the table and knocked the ashes from it. "Thank you for the food, it was the best meal I've had in days. And only a small part of the food in front of him had actually moved.

Pippo Sr. fanned his hands, trying to disperse the smoke to see his guests. However, in the process, he still inhaled a lot of white smoke irrepressibly, and the sweet smell of flowers and plants in it was not annoying, on the contrary, it would even make people relax and drowsy. In this state, the tavern owner inadvertently forgot about the threat he had just received, and the whole person fell into a state of half-dreaming and half-awake.

"If they walk a few steps late, we'll save a lot of trouble. "As a doctor, Hill naturally saw the doorway in Roland's smoke. Although the exact composition cannot be determined, there is no doubt that the seemingly harmless white smoke has some sort of calming and hypnotic effect. If the men in black had left any more slowly, they wouldn't have fared much better than Pippo Sr.

"Please help me boil some water. Roland pleaded in a gentle voice, and the dazed tavern owner turned around and ran to get the kettle without thinking. After carefully placing the pipe in his arms, the magician continued, "It's not as convenient as you think, this smoke is only effective for people who are weak-willed or in an unstable mood. However, the good thing is that the smell is not easy for people to perceive, so even if the other party feels that something is wrong, there is no direct evidence. ”

"Is it necessary to be so careful? No one would meddle on such a rainy night. I can subdue them all by myself, and then you can ask them as many questions as you like. Hill said, his voice sounding a little confused, but his expression was still the same stiff. She couldn't understand why Roland didn't let her use violent means to solve the problem, there didn't seem to be a need for covert action here.

"Of course, I don't doubt that you have such a skill. But I don't see any benefit in doing that either. Whatever these black-clad friends do, we can't take it for granted for granted violence because of their sneaky and arrogant attitudes, it's barbaric, and I'm afraid that the news is not true. Roland explained unhurriedly, and at the same time took out a small tea bag from his cuff, and the boiling water made a piercing screech through the valve of the iron kettle.

Pippo carefully poured hot water into Roland's empty glass, then stood stunned. "Put the kettle on the counter and get back to sleep, my friend, you've been scared enough today. The magician said, and the tavernkeeper did so. Only when his figure disappeared behind the small door of the bar did Roland toss the tea bag into the hot water, and a rather unpleasant smell came out of the wine glass. The smell was intentional on his part, and he didn't want to reveal the secret of the ageless tea, so he wanted to disguise this mysterious tea as some kind of secret medicine.

The magician succeeded, Hill could smell the poisonous weeds just from the taste, and she took it for granted that the elixir was some kind of potion that overdrew her vitality, "You should drink less of this thing, even if it can enhance your physical fitness, but it is not small." ”

"Thank you for your concern, but I can't be so sluggish right now, or I'll be a burden to you?" Roland shrugged and drank the warm tea, making a slightly pained expression on his face.

The Dementor didn't say anything more, the choice to drink the potion was the magician's own choice, and she had no right to interfere. So she didn't want to continue on this topic, so she tried to continue the conversation just now, "Since you don't want to stir up trouble, then let's leave these weirdos alone?"

"Curiosity must be one of my old ills, and those people are too wary to tell me they must be involved in something interesting. Roland said and stood up, "Anyway, the night is still long, I just drank tea, and I am very energetic." We had plenty of time to figure out the purpose of these friends before we set off at dawn. ”

Hill didn't dispute that, she didn't need to rest in the first place. So he also stood up and walked to the door.

"Wait, you're going to just go like that?" Roland stopped the Dementor with a smile on his face, "I have an idea. ”

The cold wind was running wildly in the rain, and the lonely night watchman sat in the carriage, cursing his bad luck. It was all because of the lot, and he was forced to come out at such a time to be on guard, and it was so unfair that even the horses pulling the carts could get into the straw-covered stables and enjoy a warm night, while he had only a shelter. Thinking of this, the night watchman tightened his raincoat again, hoping to retain some more temperature.

The oil lamp on the side flickered on and off, making one wonder if it would go out in the next second. It's time for the shift, he thought, and maybe he could take a nap in time. Just as the night watchman fantasized about lying into his warm, soft bed, a figure quickly skimmed the corner of his vision. "Who! Who!" he quickly stood up, picked up the oil lamp and called, his other hand resting naturally on the weapon at his waist.

Naturally, no one responded to his shouts. Only the sound of rain continued. The Night's Watch frowned, and he dared to get out of the carriage and step his boots into the dirt, but the hood restricted his vision, allowing him to see only ahead. He searched everywhere, but found no traces, no new footprints, and the Night's Watch had to attribute the sight to hallucinations from too much sleepiness. "Damn it. He cursed and sat back in his previous position, the seat that had barely warmed up had been frozen by the rain in just a few minutes.

And this time, before the night watchman could heat up his seat again, the corner of his eye caught a flash of image for the second time. "Hell. He whispered, drawing his dagger from his waist without hesitation, believing that he would never look away twice, that something must be nearby. Is it a nezumi? The Night's Watch came to the most likely conclusion that in his mind, the only creature with such speed and habit was the nezumi. However, for the first time, he didn't find the footprints of the nezumi. The Night's Watch shook his head, blaming it to the nezumen's tricks.

"You're trying to trick me into getting out of the carriage so that I can ambush me, right? With a sarcastic smile on his lips, he leaned back against the carriage with a lamp in one hand and a dagger in the other, as a way to reduce the number of dead spots he might be attacked. The Night's Watch made the mistake of being on the lookout for danger from around him, but not carefully inspecting the carriage he was guarding. Wisps of white smoke drifted from behind him, like the tentacles of some giant mollusk enveloping him from behind.

"Who!" the night watchman noticed the white smoke and jerked back, but there was only a carriage behind him. And the white smoke wafted from the bottom of the carriage. He gritted his teeth, fear and anger intertwined to stimulate his blood, and the night watchman crouched, and the short sword in his hand pierced the bottom of the carriage without looking, and whatever was hidden there, he was going to give it a sword first!

The sensation from the tip of the sword told him that he had stabbed something, which made the Night's Watch nervous relax a little, knowing that the thing that teased him had a solid form, and there was nothing to fear. He thought so and bent down to inspect his loot. It was a human head covered in mud, and the tip of his sword pierced the hollow eye socket, and the white smoke came out of the other holes in the human head.

The night watchman opened his mouth to scream at such an unexpected sight, but the sound of a heavy object striking his head sounded, and he knew nothing as soon as it was dark before his eyes.