The rain hit the front of the hood, depressing the thickened cloth edges. The cold air could not be blocked, and as the horses under their crotch ran down the gaps in their clothes and bodies, they poured into the gaps between their clothes and bodies. Hill doesn't like long trips, especially this kind of horseback riding. Even among the Dementor race, she was past the age when she could be called a maiden, and now as the leader of the entire race, she preferred to deal with all kinds of affairs in the dimly lit halls. However, her current actions were not up to her, and now that she was serving the Red Witch, there was no way for the Dementor leader to disobey her wayward master. Besides, Hill is not resistant to this trip, just because she has a mysterious travel companion.

"You shaved your beard?" the female doctor glanced at the man riding beside him, he looked like he was in his forties and fifties, and his iron-gray beard was only the length of a knuckle, which would certainly be considered by ordinary people as if he was growing a beard, but Hill, who had seen him before, used the word shaving.

Roland raised an eyebrow, the corners of his mouth lifted a little, and he touched his chin, feeling the slight pain of the stiff beard irritating his skin. "It's a pity, but the long beard is not suitable for horseback riding. The last time I did this, they accidentally got stuck in the saddle, and believe me, it was a disaster. "The old man at this time, oh no, maybe the word old man no longer applies to him, the magician at this time did not wear that big signature hat, he left it in the royal capital.

Hill was amused. The female doctor was not surprised by Roland's changes, she had long seen through the talent of the Dementors that Roland's true age had exceeded the limit of human lifespan, and she also saw that there were no signs of aging in the latter's soul, which meant that if Roland wanted to, he would at least live twice as long. Spending time with elders is always beneficial, and Dementors believe in this, respecting the marks that time leaves on their souls and calling them wisdom.

Glancing at the doctor's smiling face, Roland was silent for a few seconds, "You shouldn't wear that mask all the time, if I were a hundred years younger, I'm afraid I'll like you because of this smile." ”

Yes, at this time, Ciel did not wear the iconic crow mask, revealing a face that was not glamorous but feminine enough. If there is anything unsatisfactory about this face, it is that her expression always seems cold and stiff, except for the smile just now that makes people think that she is still alive, otherwise the pale skin and the faintly visible veins underneath may make people mistake her for some kind of living corpse.

"Thank you for the suggestion, but I'm used to showing that face. And you know, this face, that mask, it's all the same thing to us. "Dementors, in essence, are a group of half-spirit creatures, and their flesh and blood bodies are only carapaces that they temporarily reside in, and can be changed as needed. This makes most Dementors unaccustomed to taking care of their fleshy bodies, and always allowing them to rot. However, the carefully embalmed body of the Edward family can be used for a long time, just like the one that Hill is using now, she has been attached to it for nearly ten years, and her appearance is still lifelike.

Roland shrugged his shoulders and agreed with Hill. For a normal person, such a bland conversation with a creepy being like a Dementor is incredible. Heroes who are enough to be celebrated for a while shudder at the sight of how these half-spirit creatures exist. But for the magician, he had experienced enough time for him to treat most creatures equally, and in his opinion, Dementors could exist in no more incredible way than humans.

"Where are we?" Although he was well aware of his destination, the magician was not familiar with the geography of the Greylion, which was another reason why he accepted Hill as an escort. He needed a guide, and while the two of them tried to act as casual as they could, they both knew that time wasn't on their side, and there was no chance of getting lost. They must catch up with the large force before the coalition forces reach Vale, though Hill doesn't know why Roland did so.

The doctor looked around with lifeless eyes, and the swift galloping mount did not prevent her from seeing her surroundings clearly, she simply ascertained her position and compared it with the map in her head. "We should have reached the edge of the crown realm. There should be a town not far ahead, where you can take a break and get some supplies. "Dementors certainly don't need to eat human food, in fact they can go dormant for years on end, but Roland is a human. Moreover, their mounts need to rest and eat.

The magician nodded, his body was already much stronger than before, but it would take time for the old tea to revive his body, and Roland planned to restore his physical fitness to about thirty or forty years old this time, which meant that he still needed to drink the old tea constantly during the journey. Fortunately, he had already made tea bags before departure, and they could be used with a simple brew.

In the town of Passers-by, faded street signs stand on the side of the road, dimly visible in the drizzle. Roland slowed his horse, let his mount get closer to the sign, and then looked off the road, where the shadows of some buildings had accumulated in layers, forming the silhouette of a monster in the rain.

"It looks like it's been a lot of buzz lately. The magician was referring to the abundance of marks on the pavement, the dirt road that had been soft by the rain had been squeezed into a muddy swamp, on which a large number of rut marks remained, and which was full of gray-black water with floating grass roots.

Ciel frowned, or rather, she tried to do it, and it didn't seem to Roland that her face moved, "It doesn't make sense." Recently, there has been no news of a large amount of material redeployment. And at this time, the nezumi have not been exterminated. ”

"Let's go to town and see. Roland said, shaking the reins lightly and letting the horse go down the road. The doctor nodded silently, but still glanced at the sign with some apprehension, and the Dementor's keen sixth sense made her feel that something was wrong. But she didn't have enough evidence to find the source of this feeling, so she could only try to be vigilant in case something unexpected happened.

The two of them walked forward for about half an hour, and the passerby town appeared in front of them. Between the two birch pillars hangs a town name tag made of cheap metal, and underneath hangs a noose, under which is the corpse of a dead nezumi.

Roland's face was a little unsightly, and he looked up at the dead body above his head as he passed by, because he couldn't quickly determine the time of the nezute's death due to the rain. "Master. It was then that Hill reminded softly, and Roland saw a large number of caravans parked on the town's main road, and it looked like the ruts on the road had come from them. Interestingly, the magician did not see any insignia identifying the identity of the convoy on the carriage, and the place where the logo should have been nailed is now only hollow holes, and one does not want to reveal the origin of the convoy.

"Let's find a place where the tobacco won't get wet. Roland tugged at the top edge of his hood and said.