The night was like an endless curtain that covered the silent old city of Dehrim.

"Damn! I'm going to kill you!" Miss Suno, sitting precariously in an empty barrel, cursing under her teeth as the carriage continued to jolt.

"Hell......" The drunken coachman turned his head in confusion, but he never heard even the slightest sound from the empty keg. So he whipped his sluggish-looking pack horse in resentment, and hastened from the Rose Hotel to the city gates.

"My bones, this filthy barrel! I'm almost suffocating!" Miss Suno was almost insane, her clenched teeth rattling, and she wished to drag the lowly coachman out of the car and cut it in half.

The carriage jolted on the undulating road, and the honorable Miss Su Nuo was on the verge of fainting. At this moment, the carriage suddenly stopped without warning, and Su Nuo's delicate forehead hit the wall of the barrel with a muffled sound, and fortunately, the hangover coachman did not pay attention at all.

He was staring at a beautiful girl in front of him.

"Kind uncle," said the woman in front of the coachman, with a neat ponytail and a dirty maid's outfit with snow-white breasts, stretched out her hands to stop his carriage pitifully. She has a pair of beautiful blue eyes like the blue sea, and a small black mole on her red lips is even more amorous, "It's going to be dark soon, and I'm afraid I won't be able to get back to my village in time." Take me for a ride, the gates are closing—of course, right?"

The coachman's throat made a difficult swallowing sound, which was considered an answer.

At the same time as the beautiful woman stopped the car, the back box of the carriage suddenly sank. Miss Suno felt someone creep up on her feet. She frowned and peered through the crack in the toilet. A young woman with goose-yellow hair and a bloodstained Nord costume was seen, intently cutting the lid of the barrel she was in with a silver knife.

Kill her - but she looks dirty......

Knocked her unconscious—but she looked dirty......

The strong smell of inferior liquor made Miss Su Nuo unable to open her eyes, and her head fainted. I couldn't make up my mind for a while.

The lid of the barrel was lifted, and the two pairs of eyes met suddenly.

"Do you want to ...... A walnut crisp ......" The woman with the knife swallowed the pastry in her mouth with difficulty, almost half frightened to death by the other woman in the barrel, and she noticed a bayonet sword that Miss Suno was clutching tightly.

"There's another empty one," Miss Suno pinched her nose with her hand and looked at the woman in front of her with a little disgust. She saw the woman's fingers subconsciously playing with the throwing knife, and gave up the idea of using force in the narrow space. He pointed to the barrel next to him. "Don't make a sound, and especially stay away from me. ”

"You're a fugitive too?" asked the knifewoman, "and it looks like you're going to pass out." ”

"I have noble blood!" Miss Suno poked her head out as she was about to retract the keg. Lowered his voice and roared, "Death! You ......"

"It can melt your mouth. What answered her was a piece of sweet, crispy and soft walnut crisp stuffed into her mouth, "I don't know how to bring something to eat when I run for my life, I see that you are a novice." My name is Cress, and you can call me Lord Cress. ”

"I'm ...... Suno. "Miss Suo's defense has collapsed. A few days on the run made her give up being picky. "But you have to add a lady in front. ”

"Hmph. Kress lazily rolled his eyes. In his heart, he decided that Miss Suno was an ignorant rural fugitive, so he gave him the same name as Suno Town.

"Come on, cutie. The enthusiastic coachman invited the beautiful woman to sit beside him, and stretched out his big hairy hand to rub her delicate snow-white breasts. "Uncle Sue, how did you come home alone?"

However, he rubbed against the cold edge of a short sword.

"This sword is called Nock, the name of my dead husband. I promised him that I wouldn't let a second man touch me until he got revenge. Mathilde smiled lightly. Affectionately approached the uncle, and pressed the short sword against the uncle's vest. "Take me straight through the city gate to the village in the wilderness. Okay?"

"Okay...... Madam. The driver suddenly regretted it, remembering that he had given his wife's jewelry to the hotel, so he was so drunk.

In less than an hour, the sheriff's body was finally found.

The guards stumbled and told each other. The three wives left behind by the sheriff wept loudly, and at last the loud noise alarmed the Count in the castle. The lord was furious, and smashed three sets of precious tea sets from Salander on the table, and smashed a cup into the face of the sheriff's deputy, smashing the poor old crossbowman to the point of bleeding and almost fainting.

In order to quench the Count's rage, bands of Swadias rallied out of the castle and searched the dungeons for the bloodstains. Soldiers in all kinds of armor poured out of their nests, lit torches like snakes on the long streets, firmly blocked the intersections, and vigorously scolded and checked the suspicious passers-by who came and went.

"Damn, what are you going to do! The world is different, we Svadia are a mess. The old maid sat at the window, babbling, "It's like the Nords are coming!" Kress, where are you unfortunate boy?"

"Kress you are dying, won't you not have come back yet?" she was startled, and rushed into her room in a hurry to see if the maid she had kindly taken in had come home, unaware that the tip of the needle had pricked her finger with blood.

The bed they slept on was full of footprints at some point, and when they asked carefully, there was a hint of inferior alcohol.

In the center of the messy bed, there was a small box with a note attached to it.

The old maid opened the box tremblingly, and saw a string of delicate sapphires quietly placed in it, the beautiful light that caught her eyes and reflected the candle flame. She looked at the note in the faint light of the fire and read it softly. "Old woman, this gem is my life, take it to your son. I'm fine. ”

"Don't you say goodbye to the old woman? Cress, you wild child. The old maid muttered to herself, two lines of tears streaming down her face. "Can't you find my son? Is the daughter who just recognized me going to leave too?"

Outside the old maid's room, a coachman who still smelled of wine trembled all over, and his teeth chattered up and down. His body almost collapsed on the seat of the carriage.

"This bastard looks suspicious. The soldiers exchanged words and swords and crossbows aimed at him. "Come down and get checked, hurry!"

The coachman's expression gradually turned pale, and he completely regretted it.

"Don't get down yet!'re you a Nord spy!" a Swadia sergeant scolded, "You want my Uncle Shelde to screw off your dog's head himself?"

The coachman turned his head hesitantly, as if to inquire for instructions in the darkness, but at that moment. Suddenly, he burst out with all the strength of his body, threw himself into the carriage, and fled with a rolling belt. "Your Excellency, beware of throwing knives! There's a Nord pirate on board!"

Sergeant Sheld, startled, with his sword in hand, was about to fight for his life, when he suddenly noticed that the carriage was still parked in place. Only the sluggish pack horse snorted at him. There was nothing out of the ordinary.

The soldiers began to search the carriage with a curse. However, the whole carriage was empty, except for a few ordinary barrels in the back trunk, which looked as if the lid had been lost in the bumping.

"It's true! Two Nord women, one of whom would hit a fly flying in the air with a pastry......" The coachman was completely frightened, "They threatened me with a throwing knife to ...... my head."

"Bullshit!" Sergeant Sheld, furious, "Shut this damn bastard, I'm going to show this shit the rules of Deherim!" the soldier promised. escorted the coachman away.

A smile appeared on Sheld's lips as he saw his colleagues and subordinates all leave. He took half a comb from his bosom and carefully stroked the familiar heraldic mark on it. "Is the comb in this barrel the man?"

He looked at Deherim's castle. A dark cloud obscured the majestic top floor of the castle.

Two kilometers away, the Dehrim Moat.

"Poof, damn it. Miss Suno's head peeked out of the moat, covered with green algae, "What a bad idea you have, Kress. This river is disgusting, I will definitely fill it up later. ”

She was a young girl with reddish-brown hair, her eyes were as black as ink, her eyebrows were delicate and magnificent, but she had a tall and straight nose, and the corners of her mouth always seemed to be mocking. It's just that under the background of the skin as white as milk, there is a beautiful style.

"Little Suno, remember to call me Lord Cress. I'm the master of Deherim's sinful backstreets. Crestian said shamelessly. "Besides, don't you have anything of value on you? I saved your life, and the walnut cake will have to be counted separately." ”

"Call me Miss Suno. Su Nuo snapped his fingers, "Hmph, I owe you." Protect me to Suno, you can ask me for what you want. ”

"A dinar is called once, my country lady. ”

"I'm too cheap for two dinars. ”

"Deal, I am your faithful servant, Kress, the honorable and great Miss Suno. ”

"Don't make a fuss, babes. You are as noisy as a three-year-old girl. Mathilde was hungry, her nose already smelling the smell of precious food, "Don't you smell the sizzle of roasting meat?"

Following the scent, the eyes of the three women looked at the beach not far away at the same time. However, when they cautiously came to the woods under the moon, and came to the dim campfire, they happened to see Bemmond and Blake leaping high, surrounded by long-dead horses and trembling dying knights.

The light of the Snow Wolf's Fang and Philae Inhart's sword slashed at the last of the black-armored knights who charged.

"It's my friend. Mathilde drew his sword and stepped forward.

"I like you, and you still owe me money. Kress hesitated, but eventually followed. "There are 130 dinars. ”

"Damn! Come back Kress!" Miss Suno was angry, "Didn't you say you would be my maid?"

"It's Lord Cress. Kress replied with a moment's time.

However, Suno didn't reply, her gaze crossed to Kress and saw the black-armored knight wielding the spear, and the focus of her dark pupils gradually widened.

"It's Black Armor Robert". Miss Suno took a deep breath and pulled out the bayonet sword in her hand. “...... Is the bastard Harauth here too? Damn it!"

In this dark night when fate sneered ill, ten years before Dehrim was about to fall into the purgatory of blood and fire, Wang Hemin's sword was drawn at the same time, and the sharp sword was aimed at the back of the shadow of the red leaves, opening the grand prelude to the war song that was about to sound on the other side of the sea. (To be continued......)