South of the Silver Finch, Port Neum, a giant ship powered by magic-assisted sails, the Easter.

Next to the huge hull, the common Trim sailboat on the pier resembles a small finch nestled under its mother's wing.

The six-story cabin rises high above the sea, like a moving castle on the sea.

The Easter only stayed in the port of Neum for one day, and due to the high fare, the passengers on board were all nobles. The ticket price,

In the six-story cabins, the number of rooms decreases with each floor, the size of the single rooms is larger, and the price rises exponentially. On the sixth floor, there are only six suites on the entire floor, each of which covers the entire fifth floor.

In such suites, each room is covered with a dark wool carpet several inches thick, and the walls are made of purple and gold teak, and paintings from famous artists collected from various continents are hung. On the elegantly shaped furniture, the leather wrap reflects the soft light of the day. Sitting on such a chair, the hips and back are just rightly supported, as if being gently embraced by a lover from behind.

Donner, who had suddenly disappeared from the Femont Continent, was now sitting in the spacious living room of such a luxurious suite, looking out of the open porthole at the calm sea outside the harbor.

The ticket was prepared for him by Natia, and after he got on the boat with the gold ticket, he was led directly here, and he couldn't be polite to Natia anymore, so he could only accept her kindness.

Ever since I knew that even if I took the fastest magic ship under my feet, it would take a full half a year to set off from the Huls continent and reach the center of Middle-earth, the distant Kaios continent.

Donner remembered what Natia had said that he knew too little about Middle-earth.

The Femon Empire was only a small country. The continent of Hulse is just a wild place at the end of the world.

So what would the center of Middle-earth, those prosperous places, look like, and what kind of power did the Shadow Blade possess in that world?

At this point, all he had was a slip of paper with the address and name on it. Other than that, he didn't know where his trip would end.

The huge ship slowly lifted anchor, its hull shook slightly, and outside the porthole on the other side, the dock gradually faded away.

"Such a long journey, you should take advantage of it. ”

The sudden sound startled Donner.

"Gernada, why are you here?"

With Gernada's strength, of course, he can appear in front of Donner unconsciously.

"I'm here to send you some information, and by the way, I'll make some preparations for you. Gurnada replied.

"What information?" asked Donner.

"We didn't know much about the Shadow Blade before, and you're going to waste a lot of time. As he spoke, Gernada jumped up on a chair, reached out and touched the leather wrapped in the armrest, and even looked down, as if pleased with the workmanship of the chair.

"Why?" asked Donner, confused, wondering why Gernada had said that.

"Shadowblade does not accept mages, only knights. Not only that, but after entering the Shadow Blade, if you are recognized as a magician, you will also have big trouble. ”

"How so?" asked Donner, surprised. This information is really important, if it weren't for Gernada's timely reminder and reckless delivery to the door, I don't know what the result would be.

"The Shadowblades are not just an assassination organization, they are a rebel group against the Church of Light, and they consider themselves the opposite of the Light. Gernada explained.

"Why are they rebelling against the Church of Light?"

"The Shadow Blade was originally founded five thousand years ago by the Mad King Doro in the Solomon Islands in the southern part of the Kaios continent. Doro has spoken out against the God of Light, declaring that the Church is an organization that enslaves people, calling on the people to expel God's shepherds, and establishing the Shadow Blade corresponding to the light. It is said that the Mad King traveled to the Knight Federation when he was young, and has a strength close to that of a paladin. ”

"The church can't do anything about him?"

"Of course not, the revenge of the church came soon, a god son and two priests, and more than a dozen high-level magicians, bloodbathed the Solomon Islands, countless ordinary people were killed as infidels, and Dora himself died in this divine punishment. However, the Shadowblade has since gone underground, and by the time the Church of Light takes the matter seriously, it has grown into an assassination organization that spreads throughout Middle-earth. ”

"So, they rebelled against both the Cult of Light and the Magicians, and the Church of Light and the Magic Continent didn't do anything to them again?"

"Their organization is mysterious, and their internal hierarchy is so hierarchical that no one knows where their headquarters are or who their leaders are? ”

"Since they are against the mage, will they be secretly supported by the Knight Federation?" asked Donner.

"No, they're actually against the Knights' Federation, but not as strongly. They claim to represent the interests of Middle-earth and incite hatred against all forces outside of Middle-earth. Gurnada replied.

"And you, too?"

"Of course. ”

"Hatred tends to unite people, but mad hatred can only perish on its own. Donner sighed.

"I don't think you're going to be willing to wait for him to perish on his own, so we have to deal with this now. ”

"Can you train me to be a knight in half a year?" asked Donner, confused.

"I'm not sure about this, but half a year is enough to turn you into a qualified killer. Gurnada replied: "In addition to this, there is an important preparation. Since the killer can recognize you, someone else can do the same. ”

"I know, so I'm going to disguise myself before I get off the ship. Downer explained, "If you change your appearance a little, you shouldn't be easy to recognize." ”

"You underestimate the killer too much, and your superficial camouflage can only make them suspicious of you. ”

"Do you have any clever ideas?"

Instead of answering, Gernada walked up to Donner and handed him a pill.

"Can you change your appearance by eating this?" asked Donner, confused.

"No, it's less painful to eat. ”

Donner pondered the meaning of the dwarven words as he swallowed the pill.

"Close your eyes and lean back. ”

Donald closed his eyes and leaned back in his chair.

There was no movement.

"You??" Donner was about to straighten up when he was pushed back by a large hand.

"Don't speak, don't move, I'm waiting for the pill to take effect. Gernada ordered.

After a few minutes, Donner suddenly felt a piercing bone pain on his face, as if a pair of hands were about to break the bones on his cheeks, and then the hands began to tear the tendons on his face again, and he frantically tried to resist, but he had no strength at all, so he could only lie there, still at the mercy of these hands.

During the whole process, he did not pass out, and he could only rely on his will to resist this pain.

I don't know how long it took, but the pain finally subsided. After a while, the lost strength returned.

Donner opened his eyes, and Gernada was still sitting in his chair.

"I'm sorry, I can't let you faint, otherwise it won't work well. ”

Donner nodded slowly and stood up, guessing what the other party had done to him.

Sure enough, in the mirror on the wall, an unfamiliar face was reflected. On this face, the nose is higher, the eye sockets are deeper, the cheekbones are slightly higher, and the lips are thinner - yes, it is a cold face.