The evening breeze blows, and the moonlight reflects the trail that traverses the lavender fields. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info Ludwar led the way on a black horse, followed by Ekko, who watched the moon slowly rise above the trickling clouds, reminiscing from time to time.

For seventeen years, he was tied to Kruli alone. Years of indoctrination and upbringing have made that person a lingering nightmare in his heart.

Ekor looked down at the ring lying in her palm.

For some reason, he calmed down when he recognized the plaything that Cruli often wore, and that the owner of the ring was among the tourists who wanted to meet him. After all, he was no longer owned by that man. From the moment he changed his name and surname, the elven assassin formerly known as Arkachi ceased to exist. Today, he is the White Sparrow of the Pivot Society, Eko Balleris.

At one end of the field, the lights were gathering before his eyes, and the laughter from the ghettos reached Eako's ears, and when he saw Ludwar rein and slow down his horse, he pressed the tip of his tongue to the roof of his jaw and gave the same order to "All right cookies."

They tied their horses under the shed next to the tavern, and bursts of laughter and cheers could be heard through the cracks in the door.

Ludval stepped forward and pushed the door open, and the excitement that greeted him made Icco hesitate for a moment, and he relented, and followed into the tavern, where several tables were put together, and the customers were all gathered around the table, sipping their drinks and joking with each other, and their eyes were all fixed on the man by the fire.

The man's tunic was clumped at the table, and the cuffs of his shirt were pulled up to his elbows. He held the glass upside down on the table with one hand, and with the other hand, he pinched a gold coin to show the crowd. Clearly, there's a magic show going on.

"I'm keeping my eyes open this time, don't you want to take the opportunity to stuff money into your cup!" shouted a guy with a big belly and dressed as a businessman, and there was a commotion around him.

Eko glanced at the man, and then rolled her eyes to look around the tavern, but there was no sign of Trulley.

"In which room is that employer of yours?" asked Ekko.

"I'm busy up front. Ludwal didn't seem to move, and she even crossed her arms and watched the show.

Ekor frowned, and he turned to look at the magician. The eye-catching magician seemed to be well-versed in maintenance, and his fair-skinned, brown hair on his forehead was brushed back with wax, and he looked to be in his thirties. But the man's eyes were distinctly flashed with a sly look befitting his age, characteristic of a man who was nearly half a hundred years old and had been weathered for a long time—a gaze that resembled that of Cruelley.

Suddenly, the magician's eyes glanced over. Ekor shuddered at the moment when their eyes met, and the man smiled and looked at the fat man from earlier.

"Sir, I'm sure you're aware of your private accounts, but as the saying goes, 'When man thinks, God laughs,' do you think that the eyes governed by the spirit can see miracles?"

Suddenly, the magician clapped his hands, and after a "snap", he turned his palm towards the crowd, and the gold coin disappeared out of thin air.

This unexpected scene seems to freeze time. The merchant's right hand, which was holding the snack, paused in the air, and the others unconsciously held their breath. Before the crowd could guess where the gold had gone, the magician grabbed the glass again and slammed the bottom of it.

With the crunch of metal and glass clashing, the vanished gold coin jumped out from the bottom of the cup and was caught in the magician's hand. The snack in the merchant's hand fell to the ground, and half of the room looked incredulous. I only heard the magician say, "Of course, I am not performing a miracle out of nothing, it is a trick, or a clever trick." ”

The room erupted in cheers again, and Ludval patted Eko on the shoulder.

"Follow me. She said.

Echo followed her away from the crowd and stepped up the stairs leading to the second-floor guest room.

"What do you think of his trick?" asked Ludwar suddenly.

She didn't look back, she didn't stop her upward stride, Ekko's gaze fell on her, her hips swaying from side to side wrapped in tight leather pants, the sight of which gave him an indescribable taste, like a drop of honey or ink slowly fading away in a cup full of water.

Some of his words were interesting. Ekor said slowly.

"Oh?

"The part I don't understand, the 'creation' or something, maybe I'm stupid, you can guess it, I used to be a ......"

"People who lack faith, right?" said Ludval, sneering.

"'Creating something out of nothing' is the favorite thing for many believers to argue, to be honest, it's better not to understand!"

"Sounds like you'd rather have no faith?"

Ludval stopped in front of a door. She looked back suddenly, her emerald green eyes full of tiredness and disgust. Eko was stunned, the look in his eyes was a replica of years ago, and he suddenly remembered that Ludwar had said this when they first met—it was like looking in a mirror. Isn't it just what they look like?

"I don't want to talk about this, now that the place has been brought, and my employer will be there in a moment, you don't mind going to the house and waiting for him for a while, right? ”

"No problem. Ekor replied.