In a way, Tik is a very good apprentice, but of course, it's not just about learning. Now, for example, from the moment the boy appeared in the cabin, 86 found that the mess under his feet, like a storm passing through it, was slowly becoming less difficult to deal with.

The wound on his shoulder was carefully wrapped in a snow-white bandage by the boy, and the burns on his arms were smeared with a layer of transparent grease. After that, the two of them cleared the house from the broken wood on the floor and the damaged household belongings, and in general, the two battles before and after did not bring any substantial damage to the "temporary residence" of No. 86. The only headache is the big hole in the window, and I'm afraid I'll have to sleep on the floor tonight.

Tik Jr. stole at his husband as he swept the ashes from the floor, seemingly reluctant to speak. "First, sir...... What are those monsters?......" The boy finally couldn't help but ask.

"Uh......" Number 86 quickly thought in his heart, how to find a plausible explanation, he couldn't tell a child that those monsters were demons.

"Don't feel guilty, boss. "Sometimes it's not a sad thing to tell a white lie," said the skull, "and you'll need to do it often in the days to come......!"

Eighty-six glared at the skull quickly. "I guess it's a beast in the forest or something," he explained to Tik, "and I've never seen anything like it before, but judging from the location of the manor, it's not unusual for the surrounding forest to have some strange beasts. ”

"Beast?......" The boy didn't seem to have recovered from the shock just now, and his body trembled slightly. He doesn't seem to believe in Number 86's explanation, but he can't find any other credible answer, as there are so few things he can know for his age. "Sir. Do you think they have something to do with the disappearances that happened in the manor? I, I mean, the poor missing people were carried into the woods by monsters?......"

Looking at the boy's frightened and somewhat sad eyes. Number 86 did not continue to deceive. "Quite possibly," he said, walking over and gently touching the boy's soft hair, "but don't worry, you'll be fine with me." I promise. ”

"Well, sir......" Tik nodded, as if remembering something, "and do we need to report what happened here to Mr. Albert, the butler?"

When Mott heard this, a strange smile flew to the boy's ear, as if he was whispering to the other person. "If that stereotypical old butler is the owner of that group of monsters, I'm afraid we don't need to tell him that he's already planning how to kill us next!"

"Old butler, his strength is a bit different from that of the sneak attacker, right?" 86 thought of Albert's silver hair. Tall and thin image, "The battle is a little too difficult for him, isn't it?"

"You don't think so when he tears your body to shreds," said Mott, "Boss, never ignore the evil beneath the skin for the sake of visible appearances. Never. ”

Tik looked at No. 86, who was a little distracted, and gently tugged at the corner of his clothes. "Are you alright, sir?"

Number 86 snapped back to his senses. "No, it's fine......" he said. "I mean, we really should report this to Mr. Butler. "But it's too late, to-morrow, I'll find some time to talk to Mr. Albert after daybreak." Hopefully get his attention. ”

Before he could finish, Mott's voice interrupted him. "Boss, someone's coming!"

No. 86 was stunned and wanted to ask who the other party was, but found that Mott had flown out of the house. The next moment, he faintly heard the sound of chaotic footsteps in the thick night outside the house, and it was getting closer and closer. In fact, this sound is not difficult to recognize, because the other party does not seem to have any intention of hiding it at all. Glancing at Tik Jr., the two of them walked out together.

The hut at number 86 is in a relatively remote position throughout the estate, and from the main road of the main entrance, you have to walk a long path and pass through a thick layer of artificial bushes. So when 86 stood in the open space outside the house and looked into the distance, he could only hear faint footsteps and a little fire flickering in the night.

Soon, several figures carrying lanterns came out of the bushes. By the orange firelight, No. 86 could easily identify them from the other party's clothing, which turned out to be the manor's guards. In fact, this is really not surprising, because the loud noise just now, it is almost impossible to prevent the guards from hearing it. But what really attracted the attention of No. 86 was the man at the forefront, who was an unusually burly guy, No. 86 thought that "he" was already very tall, but the other party was a whole head taller.

By gradually closing the distance, the man's appearance gradually became clear in the eyes of No. 86. His skin was a healthy bronz, his slightly greyish hair was extremely long and haphazardly tied behind his head, and two thick eyebrows like knives slanted upwards from the brows that had always been furrowed, even piercing into his sideburns. Beneath his sharp-edged mouth was a thick beard, but something special about him seemed to be very important to his beard. Not only does it look very clean, but it also delicately braids a few thin braids in the loose beard.

However, No. 86 by no means thinks that the giant in front of him is merely "looking" impressive. His stride was firm and powerful, and his thick, bucket-like neck was draped with a bony pendant. His iron-like muscles shook imperceptibly as he moved, a characteristic of muscles that concealed explosive power—soft as water, but as hard as rock in an instant.

He's a trained fighter and extremely dangerous, Number 86 said to himself with great certainty. "His name is 'Poles,' and he is the captain of the manor's guard, and the chief of the mistress's personal guard. "He and Albert are the most powerful people in the entire estate." ”

No. 86 let out a "hmm" in his heart and bowed to the other party. "Good night, honorable Mr. Guard, I don't know if there is anything I can serve?"

Pollus stopped with a few guards. "My men heard a loud bang. He said in a deep voice. A deep, quiet gaze crossed over to No. 86 and cast it on the cabin behind him. His accent was hard and very strange, completely different from the rest of the manor.

"Huh. It's getting more and more interesting, look at what we've found here?......" Mott chuckled strangely, with some incomprehensible meaning, "He's an Eric, and their people claim to be the sons of the god of war, Waldrak. In layman's terms, they are also known as 'barbarians'. "Strangely, how did the Eric end up here?"

No. 86 was stunned, a little bit confused by Mott's meaning, but now is not the time to dwell on this. "I'm sorry, sir, but the explosion was my negligence," he replied, "and I'm drying some of the manure I brought back from town on the stove." I didn't expect it to burst into flames in an instant, and finally blew up my wooden house like this......" 86's face was full of frustration, and he seemed to be heartbroken about his loss.

Mott laughed and trembled in the air. "Boss, you're talking nonsense, okay?"

However, No. 86 didn't have time to tease his skull, and he gently patted Tik next to him on the back. "Yes, yes, Mr. Guard, I was there at the time," the boy quickly understood the intentions of Number 86, "the voice. Almost deafened my ears......"

Pollus frowned noncommittally and walked over to the cabin, the broken glass scattered across the clearing making a screeching sound beneath his feet. The chief of the guard looked inside the large hole in the window for a moment, and did not seem to find anything of interest. He walked back to the opposite side of No. 86.

Just as No. 86 wanted to say something about the round field and send the chief of the guard away, the other party suddenly raised his head and stared at the air next to No. 86, where Mott was floating. Moment. Don't say it's No. 86, even the skull that just danced with eyebrows was set on the spot.

"See, hell, can he see you?!" 86 felt his heart squeeze together, and the tension seemed to suffocate.

"Impossible!" Mott's voice was unusually firm, and the purple flame in his eye sockets shrank into small dots.

Eventually, Pollus didn't notice Mott's presence, and his gaze slowly moved to 86's face and paused for a moment. "Let's go, there's nothing going on here. He commanded the guards behind him, then turned and led his men along the same path. But before No. 86 could breathe a sigh of relief, the chief of the guard suddenly stopped, looked back at No. 86 and said, "I smell something strange, I don't know what it is, but I hope you can be careful, Mr. Al Black...... his voice was low, "I think, you should understand what I mean......" After saying that, he gradually disappeared into the thick night.

Looking at Pollus's distant back, No. 86 did not show the slightest joy, he did not believe that the other party could see Mott, but this barbarian must have felt a trace of unnatural existence.

Tigil looked up at Number 86. "Sir, we just lied, didn't we?......"

When No. 86 heard the boy's question, he immediately smiled and shook his head in denial. "Of course not! Strictly speaking, this one is not a lie. "Sometimes it's not a sad thing to tell a white lie, it's for his good." He didn't care to rip off the words of the skull, and then rubbed Tik's head, "Go to bed, it's not early, there's still a lot of work waiting for us tomorrow!"

"Oh, sir. Tik yawned, rubbed his eyes that were about to open, and replied, "Good night, sir, and you go to bed early......," he said, taking a small step back to the cabin.

86's gaze retracted from Tik. "I thought you had been discovered! hell!" he said to Mott with a sigh of relief, "why is this happening? It's abnormal, isn't it?"

"Because he's Eric, there's nothing out of the ordinary. "It is true that he can't see me, but he can feel the incongruity in the air, which is the innate fighting talent of their race—an almost instinctive sensitivity to strange circumstances." It said, "The heir of the god of war is not called for nothing. ”

"Instinct?" repeated Number 86, "I thought we would always be invisible, unknowable ......"

Skull shook his head. "Of course not, my boss! no one can influence the trajectory of the mortal world while maintaining an identity that is never known. "No matter how careful we are in our mission, we will always leave some clues in the mortal world...... "For more than a thousand years, there will always be legends about us that have been passed down to this day." For example, it was once said that if you find a person who often talks to himself or into the air, then you have to be careful, and it is likely that he is a purifier......"

"Hah, what a description......," Eighty-Six said with a dry laugh, "By the way, what did you mean, why wouldn't the Eric be here?"

"Because they seldom leave their territory, leave their clan, and go out into the outside world. This is rare and very rare. From the day this group appeared on this continent, they have been given a very mysterious mission that continues to this day......" Mott said, "As far as I know, these stubborn and old-fashioned creatures are very resistant to contact with other races, let alone run away to a human aristocratic manor to serve as the head of the guard!"

"Can we trust him?" asked 86. Judging from the current situation, if the chief of the guard can help himself, then this mission will be much easier.

"Unfortunately, Boss, we can't trust anyone on this manor. Mott turned and flew towards the cabin, "Rest early, Boss, God knows what will happen tomorrow." ”

No. 86 didn't say anything more, and the cool night breeze sent a watery chill over his skin. "Whoever is the owner of those demons, it seems that it can't sit still......" he thought to himself. (To be continued.) )