However, he couldn't continue to speak, and the words he had thought of were not blocked in his throat, but completely disappeared.

Nisa's news from the south came from the guards on the city walls, was what they said true, or did the man really know what he was saying was true or false?

Okay, let's assume that this news is more true than real gold, but that was two days ago, what can happen in two days? Where he was standing two days ago, the owner might have been eating breakfast with his family, but now their corpses might have stinked, if the beasts hadn't eaten it.

He thought he had come in to find the traces of the two gold diggers, but the difficulty of the mercenaries made him realize that this target had already become diametrically opposed existence, and he was looking for evidence that they had long since left here, and the road ahead was vast, and he hoped to clear the fog and find that this was a dead end.

What is Mist?

He should probably ask the big man here if the two gold diggers had fallen into their hands, which might have made him feel so bad that his heart and lungs exploded, but it was better than two corpses.

Either the storm was against the other person's chest, or someone else was choking his neck, and before that......

"That'...... I'm going to the south side too......" Miranda whispered.

"What are you going to do there?" The growing irritability made him blurt out, and suddenly remembered Miranda's performance, where did she want to go to the south, "Forget it, it doesn't matter, do you want to go with me?"

"Yes!" the little girl almost jumped up with joy, and subconsciously raised her eyes to look at each other, and then collapsed, and shrunk her head like a little ostrich burying its head in the dirt, she dared to sneak into the warm embrace at night when no one was looking, but the courage disappeared during the day.

"You've got to promise me a few things. ”

The man's request made her face full of surprise again, and the surprise was rapidly turning to shame and horror, and there was a hint of disappointment in it, and she lowered her gaze and glanced towards the small tent.

Although the interest in Al's heart receded, the blood gathered did not dissipate so quickly, and the little joy left in the little girl's heart was frightened away, she shrank back with her hands on her chest, and whispered, "What...... What?"

"You have to be obedient along the way, and you have to answer whatever you ask," he paused, as if the next sentence made him not too embarrassed to say it, but his eyes were already on the gate, and he couldn't help but wonder what he was doing, "You have to do whatever you want." ”

What do you want to do...... What do you have to do?

......

Miranda's expression was completely transformed, and her lips squirmed as if she wanted to reject Al immediately, but the words she wanted to say seemed to be blocked in her throat. However, although she didn't answer directly, the expression on her face and body language already gave Al a good answer.

For this clear refusal, Al smiled, threw the half of the jerky that he had been pinching for a long time into his mouth, stood up and walked towards the door without looking back, his movements were not the slightest bit muddy, so decisive that he and Miranda were a little incredulous.

Miranda tried to attack him at first, but he took advantage of her, and then took her out of the fire...... And by now, it stands to reason that these messes have been cleared up.

Pretty can't be eaten, at least Al is not interested in eating now, he has to find someone, he thinks that he made a completely wishful choice when he has no clue, and when he thinks of the two people who are missing, and those mercenaries who feel more and more difficult the more he thinks about it, his irritability is especially strong, and his subconscious tells him that the trip to the East Outer City is likely to end in vain, neither to clear the fog, nor to the end.

Perhaps there is also dissatisfaction with Miranda's attitude.

The more he thought about it, the more anxious he became, and the faster he walked, Al stepped over the debris on the ground, the spell stirred, and the warm current filled his body, he regarded the hidden door in front of him as an imaginary enemy, and raised his foot to give it a blow to the door and kicked, the door was kicked and flew out, and Al followed out, throwing down the overwhelmed golden phoenix.

"Come on, is there anyone hiding somewhere and facing me with that kind of black thing?" Al cursed in his heart, glancing around, there was no attacker, and after identifying the direction, he walked away quickly.

The autumn morning sun was still dazzling, and he had not seen it since he had entered the valley woodland, and by this time last year he had already been hunched over the yellow wheat fields with the rest of the serfs, busily harvesting wheat for the Baron, or tossing a stinky sweat or receiving a few whips.

They went back to sleep for a few hours at night, and repeated yesterday's work, and had to work like this for more than ten days before they could harvest all the bitter seeds they had planted in the spring, but that was not enough, and they would have to hull and grind them afterwards......

If it weren't for the slight smell of blood and decay that appeared and disappeared from his nose from time to time, if it weren't for the corpse in front of him that appeared in sight and then withdrew from view, exposed to the sun, he really had the illusion of being suddenly separated from the world.

They wore linen, silk, mixed protective gear, and even unclothed, old, small, crooked, or lying on the road, or leaning against the wall, or neat, or missing arms and legs, and it is impossible to tell which one is more or less, and some of them were civilians, some were prisoners, some were mercenaries, some were innocent children, and some were valiant warriors.

Occasionally, one or two werewolf corpses can be seen.

It is foreseeable that this smell will become stronger and stronger, and its originators will become more and more, whether it is with the passage of time or as the distance between him and the eastern outer wall closes.

The sun didn't wake up the world, the surroundings were quiet, it seemed that the entire eastern outer city was quiet, and there was no howl of werewolves, but everyone knew that they and them were here, in that quiet house, or in the corner of his sight.

He hurried through the still sleeping eastern outer city, and went straight to the south gate, the leather bag he was carrying was stuffed into his arms, but he did not take it out.

The kind of loss that doesn't have time to take a weapon, a fool doesn't want to suffer again.

After walking for a while, the dull sound of running barefoot, the rapid wheezing sound came from far and near, and the interval between steps was extremely short, in fact, you didn't have to look back, you could imagine that the slender legs were restrained by the tight skirt, Al turned his head slightly, and sure enough, he saw Miranda who suddenly stopped not far behind him.