The fog that surrounded the canyon in front of him at dawn was so beautiful that Steven breathless. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Before that, he had followed the backs of the three adults, and had been running for five days in exhaustion, and what made him even more impatient was that he had to do the rough work of feeding the horses and setting up camp by himself when he rested at dusk. Every now and then, he wondered if he had come to suffer from this inhuman suffering because of his head being in the water, and he had left Eli, who was free and lazy, but when he thought that he would one day meet Lord Kenny Dalton, all the toil and sorrow seemed to have a meaning of existence.

The valley stretched before him, protected by mountains, and was rich in red soil, from which a trickle of water flowed slowly down one of the mountains and into a wide, soothing lake at the shallows of gravel.

When the horses under the crotch set foot on the canyon heights, the river surface was as bright as a mirror in the sun, and the vegetation and ancient trees in it were nourished by a comfortable environment, not to mention iron statues, banyan trees, ancient nans, giant sequoias, and even a very ordinary wild chestnut tree was born in two people's arms.

He followed closely behind Master Allen, fearing that he would get lost in the dense valley.

They entered the eastern end of the canyon, and after passing a mountain pass, the road began to wind down to the foot of the mountain, which was a full mile above the ground.

The entrance to the canyon here is extremely narrow, only for two horses to drive together, and the mountains to the north are close at hand, looking around, it seems that there is only this place to enter the valley, the mountains in the south are even more than in the north, the mountains are all high, the highest peak is three miles above the ground, and when you look up, the peak has disappeared in the icy spring mist.

"There's no ghoul here!" Steven muttered quietly, and then drove the gray horse to trot until it was shoulder-to-shoulder with the black horse under Alan's crotch. "Your Excellency, your Excellency. He called softly, "Why does the Duke insist on coming back here, isn't it the first priority to find Lord Kenny?" The boy's voice was haggard, but surprisingly excited, and his eyes gleamed eagerly.

Eren sighed softly, two clouds of white mist coming and out of his nose from time to time.

"Your Excellency?" he called out again, his tone more urgent than before.

"Because the lord's wife is here. Selsi tugged at the reins and turned to Steven to explain, "This is where the gorge is now our station, and the rest of the Confederate army and the people of Nipur who have fled are gathered here. ”

"Therefore, confirming their safety is more important than the whereabouts of the lord. Duke Mike, who caught up, added.

Steven nodded as if he didn't understand, and at the same time kept driving his horse forward, trying to keep up with Captain Selcy, who was the worst rider. "Serci-sama," he said, "can you tell me your story?"

"You're not a bard, why are you listening to so many stories?" Sersi rubbed his wounded eye. The icy spring mist and the dampness of the forest made him sore, and he didn't want to deal with Allen's new minions, but there was no good reason to refuse him.

"If you will. Steven said, grinning at the same time.

"Well, well, if you want to hear it. "Sersi Dao. He then looked back and reminisced about everything he had told the red-haired wizard, from his first encounter with Alan Dalton at the Colosseum to Barton's absence from lung disease, the use of the Blue Bone Clan to weaken the Horn Legion, and the strange events that Kenny had encountered since he took power.

Steven listened quietly, his short eyebrows furrowing deeper and deeper, but occasionally he had to match Sersi's already small humor cells, giggling twice and pretending to be a good listener. "In other words, Lord Kenny and Duke Mike are from another continent?" he exclaimed as the story drew to a close.

"Yes, I used to hear from the old people in the city, but I never believed that there was another world in this world. Sersi swallowed his saliva to moisten his already dry throat.

"Duke, are you from another continent?" the curious ghost turned his gaze to the other side.

Mike was silent for a moment, his mount carefully descending the steep path, and after ducking his head to dodge an overly low branch, he nodded to those curious eyes.

"Oh! what's the difference between that and Sumer?" he looked even more excited, "Are there many prehistoric creatures?, striped horses, jagged leopards, winged dragons?"

"All of them!" Alan told him, "the ancient creatures, all feed on curious, chattering, half-monk underage wizards. ”

"You can just shut up, and I'll do as I am told, my lord. With a rock hanging in front of him, Steven lowered his head and tightened the reins with his left hand, driving the gray horse under his crotch to turn a big bend, but the mouth still wanted to say something.

As they walked a third of the way down the mountain, Alan turned his head. "Man," he said to Sercy, "you and Steven stay here!"

"Oh, what?" When Sersi looked up, Mike was already galloping away, followed by Allen, who had just spoken.

"Captain Sercy, what's wrong with Lord Allen?" Steven cocked his head, trying to look at the two adults who had disappeared into the mist, but the fog prevented him from finding anything.

"From now on, shut up. ”

The slope of the descent began to slow down, and the horse's hooves splashed countless mud and gravel, the sun was now fully out, the spring fog was dissolving, the road was gradually widening and straightening, Steven noticed that there were wild flowers and grass on the side of the road, and the fragrance of oak leaves lingered in his nose, except for the bumps caused by the potholes, the whole journey seemed quiet and serene—

- until countless points of light appeared in the dense fog in front of you.

"My lord, what's that?" Steven straightened up, trying to broaden his vision.

Sersi, who was not good at riding, fell behind at this time, and was impatiently shaking the reins, driving the maroon horse to go faster. "What's wrong?" he asked.

"There!" Stevenle, pausing his horse and pointing to the lake below the canyon, "a lot..... Better..... I can't tell!"

Sersi pushed the leather blindfold, and through the uninjured eye, he could only vaguely see some fireworks floating in the distance, staring at him like orange eyes. "Oh, damn it, it's on fire?" he frowned, "Shit, that boy must have done it!"

"Mio?

Steven's words stopped at his lips. He felt something come up against the back of his head, but he was sure it wasn't cold iron, and with it the sound of human breathing, undulating not far behind him.

"Don't move!" a voice said.

Steven tried to turn his head, but the thing immediately pressed tighter. In his moment's hesitation, he felt that what was against his head seemed to radiate warmth, and when he tilted his head slightly and looked at Captain Sercy, he was greeted by a blazing flame.