Al was stunned, and said in his heart that in this pouring rain, in addition to outsiders like himself, there were still people who braved the rain to hurry. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 infoI don't know if it's a homesick wanderer, or a merchant who regards money as his life. There was a bit of sympathy in my heart, and I couldn't help but look at it.

But I saw that in this heavy rain curtain, two large bright lights were vaguely visible and faintly appeared under the water vapor, and from a distance, it looked like the eyes of a fierce beast approaching little by little. Next to these two points of light, there are a few small points of starlight, and the bright points of light like starlight shine from time to time, making it impossible to figure out what it is. With the sound of horses' hooves, a huge ink dot that was turned into a mass by the heavy rain like an ink painting gradually became far and near, but it was so hazy that it could not be seen clearly, and in this lonely and lonely rain, it made people a little nervous for no reason.

It's like the demons and monsters depicted by the hoarse and scary voice of the old woman in a fairy tale, isn't it just love to appear in this weather and this atmosphere?

It's just that reality is not a fairy tale after all, and as the other party gets closer, Al gradually sees who is sacred in this rainy day. It's not a monster, but it's definitely a surprise, at least Al is surprised.

At the head of the carriage was a carriage, and the whole body of the person who set up the carriage was hidden in the black hooded raincoat, which made people unable to see the face, but from the appearance it should be a very tall man, the raincoat was messy on his body, and it was blown by the wind, as if it was about to crack, but this person sat firmly in front of the car, not moving at all, and did not even make any tidying movements.

The carriage was extremely wide, even extravagant, and you can imagine how magnificent it was when it was pulled by six horses. The reason why it is called a horse is that compared to the horses of the Western Territory Trading House who panicked and trembled in the thunderbolt, these six horses can not only open their legs in the thunder and lightning weather, but also the sound of the horses' hooves is even more uniform, not chaotic at all, and the kicking and tapping on the avenue have a special rhythm, which seems to be abnormal. Not only does this require the skill and skill of the driver, but also how rigorous is the training of these horses.

There were sporadic flashes of light throughout the carriage, which dazzled people a little, and people couldn't help but wonder what was so weird. It wasn't until the carriage staggered past the windows of Al's carriage that Al realized that the carriage seemed, seemed, and perhaps studded with several diamonds, so many that Al couldn't count them for a while. No wonder it flickered from time to time, as bright as the blink of a star, but it was the diamonds on the carriage that reflected the light of the oil lamps hanging from the eaves, so it flickered.

Such horses, such carriages, what kind of rich people sat in the carriages?, people couldn't help but yearn for it, but these alone were not enough to move the well-informed Al, what really surprised him, even nervous, were the two rows of knights lined up on either side of the carriage.

Al could only see the row of knights facing him, there were eight in one row, and presumably the other row was the same. It was these knights who made his hair stand on end, and a cold air replaced the chill of the heavy rain, grabbing his heart, and making the blood of a warrior like him who had returned from a hundred battles seem to be frozen. Al knew that it was his instincts, honed from countless battles on the brink of life and death, that these knights were extremely dangerous!

Like the coachman, they were shrouded in black raincoats, but the tight lines and bulging shapes showed that the warriors were fully armed and prepared. Even more conspicuous were the spears hanging from the side of their horses, the black spears in the heavy rain could not be seen clearly, but the cold light flowing from the heads of the spears and the raindrops that fell on the tips of the spears and then shattered into water all the time warned that they were real weapons of murder.

It seems like nonsense that the person who holds the weapon of murder is the one who kills the person. However, it can be divided into two types of people: people who want to kill and can kill, and people who want to kill but can't.

This is the way things are in this world, some things are easy for some people to do, and some people are difficult to do. There are some things that others can do and you want to do, but these things are things that only they can do but you can't do, so there are words and people in the world who have such powerlessness.

And these knights are obviously people who can kill, they have such abilities, they have such hearts. The upright posture is firmly nailed to the horse's back, there is no other superfluous movement, the body rises and falls with the horse's back, natural to the extreme, it seems that this person is stuck with the horse under the crotch, blended together, the strength of the riding skills, can be seen.

What is even more terrifying is that these knights hold the reins in one hand, and hold the sword tightly at their waist in the other, ready to fight at any time! What a well-trained and battle-willed warrior, as if these warriors were not flesh-and-blood humans, but cold combat machines, slaying down any enemy that might appear.

Except for the distinct sound of horses' hooves, the knights never made a sound. There was no mutual laughter and scolding that was common in the army, no occasional whispering, no orders and instructions to convey information, and no loud and enthusiastic singing. There was only silence, and they ran silently with the carriage as if they were about to run to the end of the world.

Sometimes silence is more terrible than sound, and the same is true of the military. Military songs are to boost morale, shouts are to encourage courage, orders are to exert combat strength, scolding is to vent anger, wailing is to endure pain, and the army has a voice. What about armies without sound?

They only kill, they only know how to kill, they only kill.

After seeing such a knight, Al finally confirmed that the big man sitting in the carriage was not either rich or expensive at all, but unspeakably expensive. What kind of rich man can have such a guard? Even if he is rich, it is impossible for him to sit on a mountain of gold. The emperor will not allow it, and all the nobles will not allow it.

So St. Teresa does not allow it.

The person sitting in the carriage was noble, beyond imagination. Al even wondered if it could be Grievous the Great, right? But he also knew that this idea was ridiculous, so he forgot about it, and he didn't plan to say hello or get acquainted.

In this way, he watched as the carriage overtook the convoy of the comptoir, leaving only a reverie-inducing back.

However, just when Al thought that the two sides would never cross paths again, something happened suddenly!