Although Lynch didn't rest for long, even a short break is still helpful for him now. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 InfoWhen he went out and went downstairs in good spirits, he was quite surprised to find that the five people, led by the white-haired youth, were still gathered together, playing cards in the bright hall.

They didn't say anything about Lynch's appearance, they were all staring intently at the cards in their hands, motionless.

Lynch looked over at the table, slightly surprised.

How did this game look exactly the same as what I saw when I first arrived?

Lynch coughed slightly: "Thank you for your hospitality, let's go." ”

The white-haired youth finally raised his head, he glanced at Lynch lazily, and waved his hand at him.

Lynch nodded at him as well, and walked out of the castle, taking the two lanterns that had been placed by the door.

Lynch, who had left the gate, looked up at the platform above the gate, where Mike and Moore were standing motionless, staring at each other like two owls.

"Mike!" Lynch shouted, "Go!"

Mike, who woke up from a dream, hurriedly jumped down from the high platform and took the lantern from Lynch's hand.

The other man on the table followed Mike with his gaze, his always gloomy head spinning mechanically like clockwork.

"What's wrong with you?" Lynch asked faintly.

Mike shook his head silently, frowning.

"He's a madman. Let's go. ”

Lynch was delighted to hear this. It's rare to have a neuropathy and say that someone else is neurotic.

He looked back at the high platform. Although Moore was difficult to see because of the black fog and distance, only a shadow-like figure remained, but his eyes were glowing, just like the eyes of a feline in the dark, flashing through the black fog in the dark.

He's looking at me.

Lynch turned his head back, and Mike and Mike gradually accelerated, feeling the pinprick gaze behind him, gradually leaving the little manor-like castle behind until it was gone.

Lynch looked back again, only to find that the two lights in the depths of the black fog were still there, like a lighthouse in the sea at night.

"Mike, turn back. Lynch said to Mike in front of him.

Mike's body trembled suddenly, and his head turned so hard in a 180-degree turn that it turned so hard that Lynch was startled.

He looked behind him, then at Lynch, "What?

"Okay, stop. Lynch said and stopped: "Turn your head back and tell the messenger to come out and point the way." ”

"Okay. But that is not the messenger. Mike also stopped, then looked back again: "There's nothing in the back." He muttered, took the bell hanging from his waist in his hand, and shook it gently and rhythmically.

Lynch's pure black eyes looked back again, and the two lights behind him were still conspicuous, but they were nothing.

Taking advantage of the gap between Mike and the arm that was not a messenger but looked more like it, Lynch withdrew his delusional eye and glanced in the direction of the castle before.

The light was gone.

No wonder I didn't see it when I came before. Lynch nodded secretly, and hurriedly re-equipped his resident talent.

But why is it that my delusional eyes can see this light?, Lynch's curiosity flared up again, and he suddenly became somewhat interested in the castle where they had been.

"Didn't you two say something before you two were together—what is this?" he asked Mike again.

At this point, Mike had finished communicating with the arm that resembled the messenger but was not the messenger, and he stood up again, holding a rather rough looking drawing in his empty hand, and looked at Lynch helplessly.

"I say, you're curious," he hesitated, and handed the blueprint in his hand to Lynch, "This is a map of the vicinity of the new town sent by the courier." ”

"Map?" Lynch gave up asking about Moore, it was clear that something was indeed going on between the two men, but Mike was reluctant to say, so Lynch could only turn his attention to the map in his hand.

He pressed the lantern towards the map, dispelling the black fog that surrounded it.

"This thing can be called a map......" Lynch looked at the strange shape drawn by a child on the paper and was difficult to understand except for the words, and couldn't help but sigh softly: "Can you understand?"

Mike took the map from Lynch's hand, squinted at it for a moment, and said, "Of course I can read it." ”

"Look," he said, leaning over and pointing to Lynch, pointing to the circle drawn on the map, "this is where we are now." ”

"Hmm. Lynch nodded, because there were two small words written next to the circle: Mike.

"We don't look far from the new town. Michael pointed to the pile of boxes and dense small words in the center of this small drawing, and said: "This is the new city - hey, this new city is quite big, I estimate that half of our imperial city is bigger." ”

Lynch said how can you look at this rough children's map without a scale and estimate its size.

But of course he wouldn't say it, Lynch just put on a wooden look, and simply responded: "Well, that's it." ”

"Then we just have to go in the general direction and we will get to the edge of the new town. Mike's eyes didn't take his eyes off the map, he continued to bury his head deeply, his hand holding the lantern pointing in a direction in the darkness in the distance.

"But...... Why doesn't it say where the gathering place is? Mike muttered to himself, looking at the map, "Where is the gathering place in such a big place? ”

Lynch looked at Mike, who was still clubbing, feeling a little helpless, and he whispered, "Could it be the castle just now?" ”

"How is it possible that the castle is so far from the new town. Mike dismissed Lynch's speculation in the affirmative.

"You just said that we are not far from the new city. "Lynch doesn't want to go with this Mike anymore.

"Did I just say that?" Mike scratched his head a little embarrassed, and explained, "Actually, that little castle wasn't marked on this map, but we were—"

"Mike," Lynch interrupted Mike's rambling with a frown, his eyes telling him that something dangerous was brewing inside Mike.

He summoned his sword. However, in order not to irritate the person in front of him, he did not raise his sword against Mike.

"Mike," Lynch looked at Mike, who was looking at him in astonishment, "give me the map, Mike." ”

"What?" Mike asked, and in Lynch's field of vision, a trace of black smoke was coming out with the opening and closing of Mike's mouth, and more and more, "What's wrong with you, Lynch? What are you going to do?"

"Did you sense something was wrong with you?"

"What's wrong? I'm normal, Lynch, don't make a fuss. Mike said, the words in his mouth becoming more and more indistinct, and his cheeks began to bulge more and more, as if he had a lot of stuff in his mouth.

Lynch stood a little further away from Mike.

Mike tried to say something to Lynch, but he was ultimately defeated by what was in his mouth, and he fell to his knees, the map and lanterns spilled on both sides, accompanied by a strong vomiting sound, and a cloud of black stuff spat out of his mouth.