The rain was still falling outside, and there were few pedestrians on the road, so I don't know if it was because of the heavy rain, or if they all went to the hotel where the dead man was. The whole sky was extremely overcast, and the wind blowing on them made everyone tighten their cloaks, and everything seemed to be in another world compared to yesterday.

All four of them completely covered themselves with cloaks, and although the cloak had some effect on protecting them from rain, if they walked in this density of rain for a long time, they would get wet sooner or later. But they can't care so much now, everyone just wants to get out of Icahn Village as soon as possible, there are mages and demons. Although they knew in their hearts that even if they escaped to the next town or village, there was a good chance that there would still be mages and demons waiting for them.

The tailor shop and the inn where the accident occurred are across the street, and both are on the way out of the village. From a distance, Fern saw a considerable number of people gathered at the entrance of the inn, most of them were passing travelers, a few villagers from Icahn Village, and a few mages in mage robes.

"I'll go to the tailor's shop to pick up the clothes later, and then we'll move on at once, hoping not to attract the attention of others. Fern whispered to his companion, picking up the speed of his mount slightly.

The other three waited uneasily at the door of the store, their faces hidden in their hoods, but fortunately it was raining heavily enough, and the situation on the other side was really eye-catching enough, and no one was interested in turning their heads back to pay attention to them, and all the onlookers were wearing cloaks or rainproof coats, and stretched out their longer necks to look into the inn. Enoch quietly turned his face sideways to observe the situation at the inn, only to see that in front of the crowd, two mages were crouching on the ground, examining the corpses, and the onlookers behind him kept talking.

"It's really miserable, they must have seen something terrible before they died, otherwise how could they be so frightened. ”

"I saw them in the tavern yesterday, they seemed to be a couple, they looked very kind, not like they were enemies. ”

"Who knows? The world is very chaotic right now, maybe...... Have you heard? Something horrible has crossed the border country and is coming to us. ”

"What are they? weren't they wiped out by the knights of Canrito?"

"I didn't say it was that, you said it, it makes me tremble just thinking about that name, you must not say it. ”

"Hell, that's what you mean, you idiot!"

In the end, a mage couldn't help but put a stop to the argument. "That's enough, from now on, the Mage Tower will take over this matter, don't guess, or we're going to start driving people out. ”

But apparently no one paid any attention to him, and the talk was still loud, and no one wanted to miss this strange thing.

Queai listened nervously, her hands gripping the reins firmly, the rain wetting her brows. The mage wiped the rain from his face with his hands and looked around uneasily. At this moment, out of the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of a tightly cloaked figure walking slowly towards them on the corner of the street, and Quiai subconsciously looked in that direction, but she immediately regretted it, and an inexplicable fear weighed on her heart. The mage began to tremble, and she wanted to shout a warning to her companion, but even her own teeth began to chatter, and she couldn't say a word.

When Fern finally came out of the tailor's shop, the mercenary quickly got on his horse and was about to beckon his companions to leave, only to find Queai's trembling body. "What's wrong, Quiai?"

The mage struggled hard, but the fear in her heart had overwhelmed everything, and she could hear Fern's voice, but she couldn't answer him. The rain dripped down Quiai's hood, and the figure was getting closer and closer to them, while the people in front of the inn on the other side were unaware of the situation and were still talking loudly.

Enoch and Miluria, who were on the side, had already guessed the situation after just one glance at Quiai, and the warrior grabbed the reins from Quiai's hand and turned the horse's head forward with force, and Queai's stiff body was also reversed with the mount, and his gaze turned away from the figure in the distance.

"It's the demon, it's just behind!Miruria, you take the lead, get out of here now, quick!" Enoch's tone was hurried, without hesitation.

The scout was about to trot with his legs, but then the scout pulled the reins back with force, and the horse came to a halt. Fear came over Miruria's voice. "Front...... There are also ......"

"Hell!" the four men were stuck in place, not taking a single step. Fern and Enoch anxiously looked across the street, trying to find a passage that would allow them to pass, but there was no way to pass through the tightly connected rooms.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and the sound of the raindrops crashing into the mud almost drowned out the chatter of the people in front of the inn. Although no one looked back at the demon behind him, a huge pressure came from behind him, and the attack of the demon would come at any moment, and time passed like this.

Suddenly, a slightly old, but loud, powerful voice came from the crowd. "That's them, I saw them walk into these two people's rooms last night, it's them!"

Fern followed the sound and saw an old man pointing his finger to this side, still shouting in his mouth. Fern suddenly felt as if he had seen him somewhere, and the old man wore a brightly colored pointed hat and a cloak made of several colors of fabric, like a bard.

All the travelers and mages who were watching the excitement looked this way, and Enoch shifted uneasily, his right hand already gripping the hilt of his sword under the cloak. The four men were still hiding their faces behind their cloaks, and the rain was hitting their hoods and had begun to seep into their hair.

A mage in an off-white mage robe walked towards them, the rain splashing half an arm's length away from him, and all but the hem of the mage robe, which was about to drag to the ground, was dry. "Take off your hood and let me see your faces. The mage's voice was majestic and magnetic.

No one answered him, and no one removed his hood, and Enoch's right hand was forced, and the sword was drawn in half, and it was immediately held down by Fern, and the warrior hesitated for a moment, and slowly withdrew the sword from its scabbard.

"I repeat, remove the hood! or we're going to take action!" the mage warned again, and two more mages stepped out of the crowd and slowly walked this way.

The atmosphere froze at this moment, as if everything else had stopped except for the rain that kept falling, and the sound of rustling raindrops became the only sound.

Just as Fern was about to take off his hood, the old man shouted again, "Who are you, stop, are you their accomplice? Do you want to save them? Stop being delusional, stop me!"

Everyone looked in the direction of the old man's finger again, and only ten yards away from Enoch's back, a figure wrapped tightly in a cloak slowly stopped and stood in place.

The gray-robed mage seemed to sense something, his brow furrowed, and his mouth was already reciting a spell, obviously in his eyes, this figure was far more dangerous than Fern and them. A gust of wind appeared out of thin air, blowing the figure's hood back, revealing dry hay-like hair and a pale face with no eyeballs in its sockets, a hole in its nose, and a slit in its mouth. The demon slowly turned his head in the direction of the crowd, and everyone present held their breath, they had never seen such a terrifying face. Some people wanted to scream, but the sound only reached the mouth of the throat, but they couldn't shout anything, and some people even sat on the wet mud floor with weak legs.

"Don't look him in the eye, turn your head away!" Fern shouted at the crowd, but no one could hear him, everyone stared straight at the demons, even the mages.

Finally, the old man, who was standing at the edge of the crowd, was the first to shout, "It's the Faceless One!" The old man's cry had an unusually penetrating power, causing several mages and travelers to wake up from their stupor, and then the bard began to run through the crowd, knocking those who stood in his way to the ground as he ran. The people who were knocked down were freed from the restraints of movement, but the fear still held their hearts, and they didn't care about the sticky muddy water, they crawled on the ground with their hands and feet, trying with all their might to get out of here, and knocking down more people at the same time.

For a moment, there was chaos in front of the inn, with people shouting and pushing each other just to find a way out of here. The crowd had no direction, just subconsciously collided, and several people even ran between the demon and Enoch. The muddy water splashed in the air, almost all of them were dyed yellow, and under the rain, everyone was drenched in soup, but no one cared about this, let alone the four people who were still suspected by them just now.

"Quick!Enoch, let's get out of here!" Fern shouted at the warrior.

"However, these civilians ...... The demons will kill them!" Enoch hesitated as he looked at the chaotic crowd.

"Trust me, they'll be fine, I'll explain to you later. There's only one chance!" Fern snapped up and snatched the reins from Enoch's hand.

"Miruria, you take the lead and get out of here as fast as you can!" Enoch shouted to the scout after no longer hesitating, then looked at Fern. "You follow her, and I'll cut it off. ”

"But there's a ...... ahead," the scout turned to look ahead, the road leading to the outside of the village was empty, and the demon he had seen was gone. "Edra is with me......" Miruria muttered softly, tugging at the reins and slapping her mount's hips hard as she rode forward.

Fern followed the scout with the arrows, and the warrior followed them twenty yards away, constantly observing the situation behind him out of the corner of his eye.

Seeing that the prey that had almost reached his hands began to run away, the demon roared and wanted to chase it, but the chaotic crowd blocked the entire street, and the demon forcefully lifted a few innocents who were blocking the way, and threw them aside, but there were too many people, and he couldn't get past them at all, so he could only watch the four mounts ride farther and farther away, gradually disappearing behind the white curtain of rain.