The sun is long gone, and the silence of the night once again covers the world. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoThe breeze gently blew through the bushes on the side of the road, and everything was so peaceful and silent, until two figures in a wild run broke the calm here.

Eve didn't know how long she had been on the road, she was exhausted, but she still didn't mean to slow down. "That's enough! Eve, stop. Arthur chased after Eve, trying to get her to stop. "Can't go any further! the horse won't be able to take it!" he cried out, and Eve noticed that Maris's state was in a bit of a composure, and she immediately grabbed the reins, causing Marise to stop.

"Marys, are you alright?" she stopped on the side of the road and stroked Marys's hair in distress, and Marys's reflexes became sluggish, she was panting heavily, her head was shaking, and she was obviously too tired to do anything.

"What the hell is wrong with you? It's not like you. Arthur rolled over and dismounted, his horse was tired, but not as bad as Maryse. "Why the hell are you in such a hurry, is that traveling merchant so important?" Arthur asked, although Eve is usually very pushy, but also has a rational attitude. But now all that remains is impulsiveness and recklessness.

Eve didn't answer Arthur, she bowed her head and said nothing, silently reassuring Maryth. She had to admit that since the formation of the Knights, she had indeed become restless, not thinking much about the consequences, and only wanting to get the results quickly.

Seeing that Eve didn't speak, Arthur knew that there was no point in asking any more, so he pointed to the front and said. "There's a post station right in front of us, so let's rest there tonight. Eve nodded silently, agreeing to Arthur's proposal, and then silently led Maryse towards the station.

Soon, the two came to the front of the inn, and the boss saw that Eve was dressed luxuriously, and entertained them very warmly, and took the initiative to give the best room to Eve and Arthur. Eve rewarded him with a few dinars and told him to take good care of Maryse, and then dragged his tired body into the house to rest.

What Eve didn't know at this time was that Francis, and his trade partner, were in a hidden room in the inn cellar at this time, and even the innkeeper himself didn't know that such a room existed.

"It's a pleasure to talk to you about business, Lord Francis. An old man with gray hair and a pleasant face spoke, dressed only in his usual clothes, and from his appearance he was nothing more than an ordinary caravan leader. "I offered this price, but it was much lower, I didn't expect Your Excellency to agree so easily, this is a little surprising to me, people are rumored that you are an iron rooster, no one can make an extra penny from you. ”

Francis took a sip of tea elegantly, and compared with the old man, Francis was dressed in great luxury—around his neck, on his wrists, on his fingers, on his waist, on his chest, with all sorts of expensive ornaments. "Hehe, if it is a legitimate business, I will naturally not suffer, but this time, if you dare to take this hot potato, you have already done me a great favor. Francis said with a smile, in fact, he still lost money, but the person in front of him is not small, and he is not very clear about the details of this old man. The wealthy Kelredan started from scratch and became the largest chamber of commerce in Kerrydan, and Francis believed in one truth, that is, bullying. "However, I am also a little curious, why are you in such a hurry, do you need me to bring people to you in such a hurry?"

"I just do things for others, and I do what others say. The old man said perfunctorily, obviously not wanting to reveal too much to Francis. "You know, I'm just a slave trader, and I don't have much interest in the Jorgen family myself. ”

"Hehe, don't talk about this, let's try this tea, it's the tea produced by the southerners, this is fragrant, it's not ordinary. Seeing that he could not knock out anything, Francis diverted from the topic and did not discuss it any further.

"Hehe, excuse me, this is your dinar, you can count it or not. The old man refused, and ordered a chest to be brought up, and opened it, and it was filled with glittering dinars.

"No need, if you dare to make this deal, I will not doubt your character. Francis stopped a few of his men who wanted to go up and count the numbers, and said to the old man. "Since Your Excellency is in a hurry, I don't need to dwell on it anymore, I'll go back to Kyrrydan. Francis got up, and several of his men picked up the dinar chest. "Have a good trip, my friend. Francis said with a smile, and then gestured to leave.

"Hehe, don't be in such a hurry, I'm afraid your people are already exhausted, are they in such a hurry to go back?"

Francis smelled a hint of danger in his words, and he narrowed his eyes and re-examined the amiable-looking old man, who was probably a trickier character than he had imagined. "It is rumored that the Nords can march for a whole week without a moment's rest, and although my men are not Nords, it is no problem to work hard all night. Francis replied to the old man as he led the man outside.

But naturally things did not go so smoothly, the old man's men blocked the door silently, they were all dressed in black robes, their eyes were strange, they seemed to have no emotion, and occasionally flashed a trace of madness.

"What does that mean, Mr. Hakan?" Francis' men drew their swords with a few "bangs!" as Francis drew his sword, while Hakan remained calm, still looking at Francis with a peaceful expression, but to the latter's creep.

"Truth be told, I have complete confidence in your character, Monsieur Francis, and I trust that you will certainly not reveal any details of tonight. He said with a little regret. "Unfortunately, the stakes are so high that we must not let a third person know that there is still a living Jorgen, so please stay here forever. ”

Francis's men immediately swung their swords and slashed at the two black-robed men guarding the door. But when it was cut at them, there was a crisp sound. His men were in pain, and they almost failed to hold the sword in their hands. By candlelight, he could see clearly what was hidden under the black robe—a set of polished plate armor!

The black-robed men smiled evilly, and they deliberately and slowly drew their swords, causing Francis's men to feel a tremendous pressure invisibly.

The other subordinate couldn't help it, he swung his sword and slashed at one of the black-robed people, only to see that the man reached out and grabbed his sword directly, and with a strong slash, he broke the straight sword that seemed to be worth a lot of money.

This hand frightened Francis's men, this is already a battle beyond their common sense, many of them have regretted taking this job, but now in this situation, there is no chance to even beg for mercy.

Finally, their mentality collapsed, and two more people rushed forward wailing, wanting to gamble, maybe there was a glimmer of life, and the rest of the people saw that someone would do it first, and they would also kill it together.

However, sometimes numbers don't make up for the disparity in strength. The victory and defeat were divided almost instantly, and before Francis could react, his right-hand men became pieces by piece, scattered all over the ground, and half of their heads rolled to Francis's feet.

Francis sat down on the ground in despair, leaning against the corner. The two black-robed men shook the blood from their swords slowly and looked at him with a sadistic smile. Mr. Hakan looked at Francis with interest to see how he reacted before he died. "I really appreciate you, Your Excellency France. If you have any last words, please let me know and I will do my best to help you make it happen. He said with the gesture of a winner, which was a mercy to the loser, or a mockery.

"You're so kind, Mr. Hakan, but I'm afraid I don't want to die here yet. Francis tried his best to calm himself, and he said to Hakan, "Whatever your employer offers you, I can pay you double!" He had a glimmer of hope that he was just spending money on his life and nothing else.

"Hehe, Your Excellency is so smart, you can't imagine that we're not in it for money?" Hakan smiled and shook his head, there is nothing more comforting than admiring a person's struggle before they die. "If these are your last words, then I can only say with regret: 'Farewell'. Hakan nodded, and the two men slowly approached Francis with their swords in hand.

"Wait a minute, Mr. Hakan. Francis said as if to force his senses. "Whoever you're working for, I can work for him as well. Francis said. "I will be much more useful to those who are alive, and I will be of great use, shall I let me help you, and I will certainly do what I can. ”

"Well, you're right. Mr. Hakan pretended to be thinking about the question. "Well, though, why should I let someone who threaten my position join us?" his next sentence sent Francis into complete despair.

A black-robed man walked up to Francis with a cruel expression on his face, he slowly raised the sword in his hand, and then slashed at Francis fiercely!

Francis subconsciously raised his hand, wanting to protect himself. At this moment, a mutation protruded - a faint golden light suddenly flashed from his body, and that golden light not only protected Francis from becoming a dead soul under the sword, but also burned the black-robed man. The black-robed man covered his face in pain, rolling on the ground and rolling in pain.

Hakan stood up in surprise, but he didn't expect something to happen at this time. "What have you done? how can you possibly wield such power?" he asked, incredulously, how could Francis be just an ordinary nouveau riche, how could he have access to their world?

Francis didn't feel the pain, he lowered his arm in confusion, he heard Hakan's voice, although he didn't know what was happening, he didn't seem to die here, and these people didn't know why.

"What's going on? Don't you understand? Since I dare to come to see you, I have prepared some means. Francis thought for a moment, and he came to life! He pretended that everything he had just done on purpose, as if he already knew everything.

"Do you know who we are?" asked Hakan, puzzled, how could they let Francis know what they were all the way to the bottom of them, they had been lurking in the shadows and keeping a low profile?" ”

"I naturally have my own energy, Mr. Hakan. Francis saw that he had already believed a little, and went on with him. "As I said, I really want to serve your master, so I did the relevant investigation, and as for what just happened, I just want to confirm your authenticity. ”

Hakan stared into Francis' eyes, trying to see a hint of falsehood in them, but he failed. "How shall I trust you? How shall I know that you are approaching my lord for some other purpose?" he asked cautiously.

My lord, Francis's heart sank, and I was afraid that the water was deeper than he had imagined. "How so, my sir, I have the same desire as you, we are the same kind of people. "Francis is a quick analyst, and what impresses him most about someone like Hakan?

"How do you know what I desire?" Hakan asked, he didn't trust Francis, but the reality made him hesitate, with such power, adults might be interested in him, and if he missed the opportunity because of himself, it wouldn't be a good end for him.

"What else could it be?" said Francis, smiling knowingly. "Strength, power, and eternal life!" he deliberately acted so agitated that Hakan could not see a flaw.

"......" For a while, the whole room fell silent, and the black-robed man rolling on the ground had lost his life, and his face was scorched. Francis waited quietly for Hakan's response, her own life and death in her hands.

I don't know how long it was, when Francis felt that he was about to lose his hand, Hakan finally spoke: "I can't decide this matter, I will take you to the Bishop." ”

Francis breathed a sigh of relief that his life had been saved. "Of course, Mr. Hakan, shall we go now?"

"No, someone will come to meet us in a moment, and we'll leave when the time comes. Mr. Hakan was still pondering whether his judgment was right, and he waved his hand at Francis and said, "Go and rest first, I have lost a black knight, and I have to report this to my lord." With that, he touched an inconspicuous ring in his hand, and then Hakan seemed to have fallen asleep, and did not move.

Francis probably didn't have the leisure to rest, and he gasped for breath as he looked at the other black-robed man who seemed to have lost interest in him. Not only did he smile bitterly in his heart: "It's good now, I've lost myself." ”