Little Peter and William sat in the tavern for a while, but they did not hear anything more, and then they returned to the inn. The old man was already asleep on the bed, and Eva took a chair and sat silently on the edge of the bed waiting.

William patted Little Peter on the shoulder and said, "Good night." "They went into their rooms.

Little Peter couldn't sleep peacefully as he lay on the bed tossing and turning, and the drunkard's words kept echoing in his head. Irritably, he lifted the blanket from his body and sat up from the bed.

There was only one candle in the room, half-dead emitting a little light, and the entire darkness covered most of the room. The cold wind gusted, and he couldn't help but shiver, and quickly draped the blanket over his body.

He sat cross-legged on the bed, draped in a blanket, staring at the candle with unblinking eyes, his eyes empty and dull, pale and dim.

He sat like this all night until dawn came the next day. Little Peter moved his stiff hands and feet, twisted his body, folded the blanket he was wearing, walked out of bed and put it in his bag, and sighed. After half a ring, he rubbed his face vigorously and walked out, revealing a heartless look.

The old man was having breakfast in his room, and when he saw him coming, he nodded, swallowed the last bite of bread, and rinsed his mouth. He slowly got up from his chair, walked to little Peter's side with Eva's support, smiled, rubbed his head, and said, "Your Uncle William told me, aren't they just a few bandits and robbers, even if they are the emperor's personal guard, it's not a big deal." After all, the current royal family does not dare to make a small fight with the Holy See. ”

Little Peter barely smiled and avoided the topic and said, "Grandpa, how far is it from Kansas." ”

The old man was helped by Eva and walked towards the door, coughing a few times as he walked, then gasped and said, "Look where we came from, but it's not very close." Kansas is known as the most remote place in the Holy Empire, and only in that remote place will the power of the Holy See be greater. ”

Little Peter followed the old man into the carriage and continued the unknown journey.

Before he could get out of the city, he saw a convoy of freight wagons blocked in the direction of the city gate, and William had to stop the carriage at the back of the queue. Little Peter sat in the carriage and watched at the city gate, a chubby middle-aged man in a black robe was bowing down and saying something to a chief. The officer's expression was impatient, and his eyes rolled from time to time to reveal a look of greed, which was fleeting. There were some mercenaries standing there lazily next to the motorcade, giggling and lazily with indifferent expressions.

The chubby middle-aged man gritted his teeth, took out a pocket from his robe, and reluctantly handed it to the chief.

The commander first weighed his weight, then opened his pocket in front of the middle-aged man, looked at it, grinned widely, and waved his hand to let the soldiers blocking the city gate let them go.

The chubby middle-aged man exhaled a long breath and hurriedly stood by with a smiling face, waiting for his convoy to pass through the city gate.

When the last wagon had left the city gates, he nodded to the chief, bowed his greetings, and hurried over, got on his horse, and chased the convoy away.

The chief first withdrew his greedy gaze from staring at the convoy, then carefully examined the carriage of Little Peter and his party, and the attire of Uncle William, pouted disdainfully, and even said that he had just let them out of the city.

After the carriage had driven out of the city gates and away from the city, Eva got up from where she was hiding, patted her clothes, and breathed hard. Little Peter smiled helplessly at her, she shook her head to signal that everything was okay, and then sat down in her chair in a daze.

William gradually picked up the speed of the carriage and slowly caught up with the huge convoy ahead. The chubby middle-aged man on the horse saw them and hurriedly directed the convoy to get out of the way, and William drove the carriage over the vacant road.

Little Peter looked at the convoy through the car window. Many, many mercenaries were on the outside to protect the wagon, some riding horses in armor that could still tell what it was, some dressed in tatters, and even some barefoot and trying to keep up with the rhythm of the convoy.

The two sides gradually staggered, and slowly the convoy behind them gradually disappeared. Little Peter stared at the desolate land outside, not knowing what he was thinking.

And so the journey continued, and Uncle William drove his wagon through hills, over rivers, and finally stopped at a city gate.

Little Peter leaned over and looked up to see that it was a very remote town, and the whole city was even walled with low wooden fences made of wood. There are so many gates at the gates that there are not even a gatekeeper.

The carriage passed through the gates and entered the inner city, and the whole city was deserted and lifeless, and there was not even a single figure in the streets.

William stopped the carriage and thought about it, and walked to a nearby house, where he pushed the closed door without opening it. He chose another house and walked over, the door unlocked and opened with a slight push. A puff of dust danced in the sunlight as the door opened.

The house was damp and cold, empty except for a tattered wooden bed and a few hairy tables and chairs waiting to mold. Uncle William coughed a few times and walked back with his nose covered vigorously. He stood on the street, looked around, and finally stopped at a church not far away.

He drove back in the carriage in the direction of the church, passing through several streets on both sides of the road, with only the leaves falling. The whole city was silent, unpopular, and little Peter couldn't help but shrink in the carriage, he tried to curl up in the shadows, not daring to make a sound. Eva occasionally rolled her eyes with a curious and surprised expression.

Finally the carriage came to a small courtyard in front of the church, and little Peter jumped out of the carriage and looked at it curiously.

The courtyard is hexagonal in shape. In the middle is a locust tree that looks to be a long time old, about the thickness of three people hugging each other, with withered yellow leaves piled on the ground and occasionally drifting in the air with the wind. In every corner of the courtyard was a bench made of stone, and the bench was dusty, and on the dust lay a few transparent cobwebs, and the corpses of several spiders hung from the cobwebs.

Uncle William walked to the door of the church and looked at the rusty door, which rattled open. The group covered their mouths and noses and waited at the door without entering, until a damp and cold air rushed out of the door accompanied by the visible swirling dust that swirled like a whirlpool, and the afternoon sun dispelled the darkness in the church inch by inch.

Little Peter's eyes widened, his mouth wide open, his face full of disbelief and extreme panic. The church was littered with corpses, most notably a priest under the cross who had been stabbed in the chest with a spear and hung on the wall. The blood that had long since dried up covered the floor tiles and was painted into a strange pattern.

Uncle William walked over to the picture and looked at it carefully, little Peter was still shocked and frightened, and Eva covered her mouth and blinked her eyes vigorously, the old man looked at the tragic situation and couldn't help but smile bitterly and sighed: "It seems that this situation is not very good." ”