The water was cold, and all Kolbel could see was darkness.

He could swim, but the problem was that the turbulent water didn't give him even the slightest room to swing his limbs, and he was carried by them all the way down, and occasionally the waning moon would push away the heavy clouds, giving him a glimpse of the current situation, and he could see that the scenery around him was spinning rapidly— He circled wildly in the water, and the only thing the merchant's son could do was to make sure that he was afloat on the surface of the water, and not swept to the bottom of the river, and the water filled his ears, and he could hear nothing but a loud hum, but now he could not care about it, and as soon as he could stick out his head, he inhaled desperately.

When there is moist air to fill his lungs, Colbert also thinks back to how he got to this point.

What he could remember now was that he and d'Artagnan had fulfilled the important task entrusted to him by the king, and had accepted the duchess's thanks and gifts, and set out on his return journey happily. Burgundy is in the south of Paris, bordering the Holy Roman Empire and Switzerland, and it is a springboard and a rush, and it is naturally connected with Paris by avenues, but the distance of nearly ninety miles will inevitably make them need to be in the villages and towns. Resting in the city and even in the unknown inns on the roadside, d'Artagnan, in particular, who cherished the horses that the king had given him, and who despised the overwork of his mounts more than his attendants and himself, slowed them down considerably, but considering that their task was accomplished, and that they were on the way back, Colbert said nothing.

They had spent the night last night in a small inn that looked clean and pretty, and in fact they were not far from Sens, but what made d'Artagnan decide at once was that there was a very nice proprietress here, and although her beauty seemed too vulgar to Kirbert, she had an important part that could hold two large beer glasses steadily, which attracted d'Artagnan's attention at once, and although Colbert preferred to stay in the city, he was treated to a delicious meal in d'ArtagnanIt was hard to imagine such a fat goose, beef and fried quail in such a remote place, and Colbert and d'Artagnan immediately ate and drank without hesitation, and drank several bottles of wine, and Colbert drank more than d'Artagnan, for he did not expect anyone to wait in his room.

But when Colbert returned to his room, the cold swishing wine reacted violently to the greasy food, and he couldn't help but want to vomit for a while, if it had been a few years ago, Kirbel would have vomited directly on the floor without thinking, the problem was that he could no longer bear to sleep in vomit and feces, and he couldn't open the window and spit on other people's heads—he felt that he owed a debt of gratitude to the king, because when he returned to his room after cleaning himself, he was facing a rickety monster face to face—the sheets, The pillow and his coat were torn and thrown all over the room, and Kirbel thought they might have been at a stalemate for a few seconds, and he even imagined the previous scene.

A monster opened his door, or window, and tried to tear him apart—but when he wasn't, it tore through the fabric that smelled of him.

After a few seconds, the monster screamed and lunged at Colbert, who slammed the door shut, slamming it against it, and then with only two Duo sounds, sharp nails pierced through the thin door panel— It was evident that it was a fool, the door was open inward, and Colbert did not at all think that his always holding the quill could match the strength of the two strong arms that hung down to his knees, but it was just a slamming and thumping, and at this moment Colbert shouted, and rushed down the stairs, and then he saw d'Artagnan fall from the high platform, and he looked even more miserable than Colbert, with only a linen shirt and nothing else, and he screamed louder than Colbert.

Kirbert thought he was dead, but the merry gentleman immediately jumped to his feet, grabbed Kirbel and rushed out, and before they even had time to go to the stable and ride their horses, there were no less than seven or eight black shadows clinging closely behind them, and they looked like huge monkeys, and like hairy reptiles.

They fled to a cliff, and at the moment d'Artagnan dragged Colbert down with him, and fell into the river and rushed up again, Colbert saw the proprietress who was poking her head out and looking down, her eyes flashing with an evil red light, her white skin covered with disgusting bruises, and the deformed monsters clustered around her, like a child following his mother, or a dog following his master.

Kirbel knew they were still after him, for every time he peeked out of the dark waters, he could see eyes that were like flashes of light, many pairs of eyes.

Not far from the unfortunate young gentleman, d'Artagnan was battling the raging river, but his arms and legs were much tougher and more powerful than those of Colbert, and he could see what Colbert could see, and he did not want to climb ashore to make a delicious supper for his new love—he paddled hard against Colbert, and if possible, he wanted to take his companion, who was also the man the king valued.

As soon as he grabbed Kerr's back collar, he was glared at viciously.

How could he have imagined that such a group of monsters would lurk in such an inconspicuous inn?

He wondered if he would be able to ...... Uh-huh, you know.

Probably there will be no one as miserable as he was—he had been lying comfortably on the woolen and cotton sheets a few minutes ago, waiting for a wonderful dewy affair, or rather, at the beginning, his new lover was rude but passionate, until his bracelet— The bracelet that the Duchess of Montpensier had given him, the one set with pearls and diamonds, was of rather pure silver, because it was so expensive and so finely workmanlike, that d'Artagnan, fearing that someone might steal it or lose it himself, had it fastened tightly to his arm, and would never take it off even when he was bathing or sleeping.

It hid under the baggy linen shirt and burned the proprietress on her back— When d'Artagnan tried to give her a conquest hug, the smiling face suddenly distorted, and the long hair that was scattered swelled up like a sinned rabbit, accompanied by a scream that no mortal could hear, the mouth with rich lips opened to the limit, like a snake that had been hit seven inches, large enough to swallow d'Artagnan, and two fangs the length of a man's middle finger were clearly displayed in front of d'Artagnan's eyes.

D'Artagnan's reaction was much quicker than that of the suave Mr. Kirbert, and he pulled out the dagger hanging beside the bed with his backhand, and stabbed the proprietress in the chest in one stroke, but the dagger was immediately caught, d'Artagnan had always been proud of his strength, but he only felt that he was struggling with a clump of iron bars, and he spun the dagger so that blood spilled from the boss's fingers, and by the candle that had not yet been extinguished, d'Artagnan took a look, oh, black.

He immediately let go of his dagger, and a tumbling fell under the bed, and then immediately jumped to his feet, and rushed out the door, and a monster hanging upside down in the hallway tried to grab him by the hair. More monsters crawled out of the shadows of the walls and ceiling, blocking almost all his path, and the woman who had been so mercilessly let down by d'Artagnan appeared in a rage at the doorway of the room, screaming fiercely at d'Artagnan, not at all as if she was hurt.

That's why Colbert would see d'Artagnan not run down the stairs, but risk tumbling off the platform.

"They!" called Colbert, and sank again.

"It's still there!" d'Artagnan replied loudly, and then closed his mouth at once, for the river was pouring into his mouth and nose, and when he was pushed to the surface again, d'Artagnan found that they were being swept ashore, and he heard a whimper of excitement, a whispered cry that was often heard during hunting, indicating that the dogs were impatient, "Oh,!" d'Artagnan muttered.

"Don't say it...... "Colbert turned, gasping and floating on his back, "Don't say that word! we've seen enough!"

"Well, then let's say, God forbid!" d'Artagnan replied, struggling to swim towards the middle of the river, and Colbert trying to help, or at least not to hold him back, and their efforts paid off, and the river pushed them, "Hold on!" d'Artagnan cried, "This is the Yonah, maybe it will take us to the Seine, and then we can swim back to Paris from the Seine!"

Colbert was almost amused by the words, and then he watched d'Artagnan crash into a frozen darkness.

d'Artagnan immediately fainted, "Holy. Colbert whispered.

No one knew where the darkness came from, but it seized d'Artagnan and Colbert and brought them ashore, where they were surrounded by monsters, the sound of their bat-like noses and their long jackal-like snouts, and the stinking slime dripping down the ground, poking holes in the soft sand.

With his head bowed, Colbert saw the dark red hem of the dress, and at that time he and d'Artagnan had guessed whether the extravagant garment, which was too extravagant for the innkeeper, came from the holy garments (the clergy often appropriated the garments offered by the devout believers) or whether it came from the lady and a sought-after "celebrity" Now that he knew the savings he had saved, there was a possibility that was more terrifying than the stolen goods, or the unbearable rewards, and he couldn't help but wonder if the original owner of the dress was in the cemetery, or if he was standing in front of him as a monster.

"Look at me, human. She said.

Colbert looked upwards and saw a lifeless face, like a wax mask, but with an expression, a smile, smug and angry.

She opened her lips slightly, and perhaps wanted to say something, as many vampires do, and human fear was an essential condiment to them, but Kirbel saw a hand stretched out from the darkness, which was almost gently placed on the vampire's neck, and then grabbed it like a joke—the beautiful head fell backwards, to a limit, and fell to the ground.