The carriage parked on the side of the road moved slowly under the control of the groom, and the three of Ron followed.

After a while, their figures also disappeared into the hazy morning mist......

Twelve days later.

In the gloomy sky, it was drizzling.

In a dark green forest, a black carriage was driving with some effort on a muddy path.

The wheels of the carriage occasionally passed by the mud puddles, making a 'snapping' sound and shaking slightly.

Behind the carriage were three tall figures on black horses and wearing gray cloaks.

One of the very handsome young men at the front of them was looking down at a processed map, pointing and drawing on the map, as if he was proofreading something.

Ron, who was in the middle, tightened the hood on his head to prevent rain from pouring into his clothes.

From time to time, he watched vigilantly from side to side of the path to prevent possible dangers.

But there is nothing unusual on either side of the path, except for the tall trees and bushes that grow thickly.

During these ten days, Ron learned that the city of Soros was located in a province called Springson, which was very far from the Pfister Line, and as far as he knew, it was at least a thousand kilometers away, and it also had to pass through large forests and wastelands on the way, and at their current speed, it would not take them a month and a half to arrive.

At this point, they were in a forest called Ansel.

The area of this forest is not large, but there are many wild animals living in it, and not many people want to live in such a place except for hunters who live by hunting.

Two days ago, as soon as they entered the forest, they were attacked by some leopards with black and white stripes.

Fortunately, they are not ordinary people, so they did not suffer much loss.

Three black horses drove silently with the carriage.

With the passage of time, the rain that was originally dripping seems to have a tendency to fall more and more.

At this time, the season is approaching the end of autumn, and winter is about to begin, and the rain on your face also feels cold.

'Click!'

The carriage sank into a large mud puddle and was pulled back out by the horses.

However, the horses pulling the cart seemed to be in pain, and made a loud neighing sound, which was only relieved by the groom's reassurance.

Hearing the voice, the handsome man who had been looking at the map suddenly put away the map in his hand, raised his head and glanced at the road that was becoming more and more muddy, and turned back and shouted.

"The carriage may not work, and if I remember correctly, there is a deserted manor not far from the fork in the road ahead, where we can rest for the night and wait until the rain is lighter. ”

No one spoke, but Ron both nodded in agreement.

In this case, the carriage may fall at any point, and in this forest full of wild beasts, camping outside is not a good option.

With the consent of the two men, the handsome man rode up to the carriage and negotiated with the groom.

Ten minutes later, the curvy path split into two, and after a little discernment of the next direction, everyone headed directly towards the path on the left.

As he passed the fork in the road, Ron noticed two wooden signs on either side of the path, which had become slightly decayed.

Among them, there are a few vague letters written on the road sign of the path they chose.

"Bradley's Moon Manor. He whispered the meaning of the letters.

Ron looked up into the distance, a dark green forest that appeared hazy in the rain. "Moon Manor, listening to the name, seems to be a noble residence. ”

After about twenty minutes of walking along the trail, a tall, dark gray building could finally be seen in the distance in the forest full of trees.

The building was very dilapidated, and in some places there was even a large piece missing, revealing the black room inside.

However, you can still vaguely see that the building was originally a manor.

"This is the manor I'm talking about. The handsome man pointed to the building in the distance and smiled at the two of them. "We came to the Pfister Line at that time, and it happened to be raining, and we stayed inside for the night, and although it looked broken on the outside, it was okay on the inside. ”

"Really?" said the figure next to Ron, in an unkind tone. "I hope it's the same as you said, I don't want to fall asleep and this thing collapses. ”

After a pause, the figure lifted his hood, revealing a pale blue plush head, with a pair of white pointed ears standing upside down on the top of his head, and black whiskers on both sides of his slender mouth, which could faintly be seen with Bai Sensen's teeth inside.

If you ignore the pale blue hair, this guy's head is almost like a wolf's head.

"Lord Ian, we've tested it before, and it's very safe. The handsome man confirmed.

"It's for the best. The wolf-headed man nodded, put his hood back on, and said no more.

Of the three people, except for Ron, who is an ordinary person, the other two are half-bloods with heterogeneous blood.

Especially this wolf-headed man named Ian, it is said that his own bloodline is almost close to a purebred outlier, although he didn't show much along the way, Ron also felt that this guy's strength was very strong.

It's just that this guy seems to have a very arrogant personality, except for the handsome man, everyone else, including Ron, who is traveling with him, shows a very cold look, and never even talks.

So, Ron didn't know what kind of bloodline he had, or what natural abilities he had.

After Ian fell silent, the crowd had nothing to say but hurried away in silence.

In a short time, the crowd came to the dilapidated manor.

The wheels of the carriage creaked softly as they pressed against the iron fence of the crooked road.

Ron scanned the surroundings, the black-and-gray manor seemed to have been burned by fire, with a few sleek, charred trees in the front yard of the manor, and many rectangular black stones scattered on the ground in addition to weeds.

He led his horse to the rocks, and was shocked to find that they were black tombstones.

"How did the tombstone end up here?"

In Ron's confusion, the groom had parked the carriage in front of a charred tree, and the other two had already pushed open the door of the manor and walked in.

The rapid rain lapped on his cloak, and Ron looked up at the manor, faintly uncomfortable.

The groom, dressed as a servant, set up the carriage and entered the manor with his belongings.

Seeing this, Ron frowned, pulled the cloak on his body, tied the horses under him to the other two horses, fed some beans, and entered the manor.

By this time in the cleared hall of the manor, a fire had been lit, and the groom was laying food and wine on a sheet of carpeted cloth, when he saw Ron come in and hurriedly saluted.

"Lord Ron, why did it take so long to come in, what happened?" the handsome man said as he took off his cloak and smiled at Ron.

"Nothing, just a couple of headstones found in the front yard. Ron glanced down the hall and said that Ian didn't know where to go except for the two men here.

"That's right, I guess it's the former owner of this manor. The handsome man thought for a moment. "The last time I came, I didn't really pay attention. ”

"It's something that doesn't matter when you think about it. ”

Ron walked over to the felt cloth, reached out and picked up a piece of jerky and put it in his mouth, chewed and swallowed it, then looked up and said.

"Master Patrick, it is said that you and Lord Ian are both from Soros City, can you give me a detailed explanation of that city. ”

"Absolutely. The man, Patrick, hesitated. "However, I used to live in the countryside of Soros, and I only got qualified to join the army by chance, and I didn't know much. ”

"It doesn't matter. Ron smiled and sat down directly in front of the fire. "I'm just trying to get a general idea. ”

"Oh well. Patrick thought for a moment before he spoke. "There are three more prosperous commercial streets in Soros City, namely Hawke Street and Fetalin Street"

Quietly listening to his introduction, Ron himself fell into thought.

Rust's words of unknown meaning before leaving all pointed to the traces of Soros as a wizard.

But from Rust's previous tips, he also understands that Soros is not a stable city, especially since he is still an ordinary person.

Along the way, from Ian's arrogant attitude, Ron could feel a faint sense of rejection.

Compared to Patrick in the countryside, Ian himself is a real Soros native.

This typical attitude of his may be what most of Soros's heterogeneous hybrids mean to ordinary people.

And when Patrick gives Ron the location of Soros City, Ian doesn't know out of nowhere.

The cloak on his body had been removed, revealing the silver-white armor inside, and at this time there was a bat's head that seemed to be several times larger in his furry hands.

Blood flowed from the fracture of his head to the ground, and the strong smell of blood suddenly made Ron frown.

Not caring about Ron's face, Ian threw the bat head out the door and pointed to the groom who was preparing something next to him.

"Humans, get rid of this. ”

Hearing his order, the groom immediately replied respectfully. "It's my lord. ”

After giving instructions to the groom, Ian sat down at the fire, picked up the prepared food and ate it himself, paying no attention to Ron's conversation.

And with Patrick's narration, Ron has a new understanding of Soros,

Prosperous and complex, there are various unknown organizations in the shadows, and in addition to the official of Best, there are several major families in Soros who jointly control the power of the city.

When Patrick finished, Ron smiled.

"Thanks, I think I can imagine what Soros looks like, I'm really looking forward to it. ”

"Hehe, Soros's friendliness will definitely not disappoint you. Patrick smiled as well.

Ron nodded noncommittally at his words and did not answer.

Everyone quietly finished eating, and the gloomy sky gradually darkened.

The rain outside showed no sign of abating, and there was a dull 'rumbling' sound faintly in the depths of the sky.

'Click!!'

A blazing white electric light suddenly lit up in the thick clouds.

And the entire hall of the manor is illuminated.

Sitting in front of the fire, Ron, thinking about something, frowned.

"Strange, will there be thunder this season?"

He glanced at the other three, among whom the servant and Patrick were already asleep on the blankets.

Ian, on the other hand, was holding an exaggerated giant horn axe, smearing the blade with protective oil.

'Whew'

A moist wind blew through the crack in the door, blowing the fire slightly.

'Click'

An inaudible voice suddenly sounded from the left, and a gaze seemed to sweep over his back.

Ron jerked around and looked that way.