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Where was the Fontaine Empire, how far was the Deep Springs Academy from Constantine, and how long they were going to go, Foxy didn't know, and now he could almost be said to be in a hurry on the road in a daze. With no pedestrians in sight on the path covered in a thick layer of snow, and only the biting and icy wind and snow rushing in front of him when he looked up, Felsey realized that he had followed Rundel on foot, preparing to cross the small half of the Byzantine Empire and go to the Deep Springs Academy. From the beginning, Furcy wondered why Rondell appeared in the city of Constantine, even if he came to see William, it would not be such a coincidence. Later, he learned that Rundall had been commissioned by Galileo to come to Constantine to help Vorcy, and that the Deep Springs Academy had invited the seventh knight of the empire to be the academy's teacher a long time ago. Fortunately, Longdel's hometown is not far from Deep Springs Academy, and he can still retain his identity as a blacksmith in Deep Springs Academy, which is why he joined Deep Springs Academy. This couldn't help but make Furcy yearn for such an academy, if even the seventh knight of the Byzantine Empire was willing to join, what kind of changes would such an academy bring him. The more he looked forward to it, the more determined Fursey's steps to move forward became.

"Do you know why you are doing asceticism?" Rondel's face was covered with snowflakes, but his expression remained indifferent, as if he was doing something that was nothing more ordinary.

"Exercise the will, but also exercise the body. Francie lowered his head and spoke, but there was still a lot of wind and snow pouring into his mouth, making him shiver. Furcy felt that he was very much like the believers who had gone to turn the mountain in his previous life, but those believers were all moving forward for the sake of faith, and he was still confused when he came to the present.

"Yes, but no. "Rondell was unmoved by the biting wind and snow, and Foxy did not feel any fluctuations in energy from his body, he walked the same path as an ordinary person like Furcy.

"It doesn't matter how far you've walked, how long you've walked, how well you've exercised your body, and how firm your will has been. As long as you don't find your faith on the path of asceticism, you will only go on the path of being lost. Rundel's words made Foxy feel as if he had grasped something, but it seemed as if it were just a vague cloud of light out of reach, flickering in the distance on the road ahead.

"People without faith are just rootless duckweed, light or dark, good or evil, everyone needs a little bit to support themselves in this world and fight for it. There seemed to be a melancholy in Rundel's words, as if he had thought of something in the depths of his memory.

"If you don't have your own faith, I'm afraid you won't be able to leave the land of the Byzantine Empire, and maybe you will sleep here forever in the next second. Rondel's eyes instantly became sharp, and the cloak that was tightly wrapped around him was raised, and a slender fencing sword appeared in his hand, and then his sword seemed to pierce something out of thin air, and then a gray bat fell from the sky.

"These bedbugs of the Blood Clan are still not reconciled," Rondel withdrew his sword, his tone calming down again, "You can only walk on your faith, it is more powerful than me to ensure that you reach the Deep Spring Academy." So now, you tell me, there's nothing more important in your life than life?"

Just as Rundell said this, a familiar face suddenly appeared in front of Fursy's eyes, and that face again, the face he missed day and night, and which he regretted so much. If the first life was given by God, then Furcy's second life existed to find her, and if she could, she might be Fercy's faith. Moreover, Nerif also said that she, Furcy's sister, was also reborn in this world in another way, so Fersse's life is to protect her existence.

"William was strange when I chose the Knights, he thought I was making up a reason to lie to him. But he will never understand that the moment I choose to guard, my heart will not change. If I could, she would be my lifelong faith. Furcy straightened up suddenly, letting the wind and snow lap on his face, but his expression was more determined than ever.

"I hope you can hold on to this faith, because what a person lives depends on what he believes, and whether you have faith or don't have faith is never the same. Rundel's gaze stretched into the distance, in the direction of the Alps and where his hometown was.

Bosphorustown, a trading town far from Lorangaros and Constantine, was famous in the Byzantine Empire for its proximity to the lake Yongdong, which was rich in silver cod. As long as it is a banquet of famous nobles of the Byzantine Empire, there is bound to be a dish made of silver cod, so most of the residents of the town are fishermen, and they usually have a non-contentious appearance. As long as there were nobles who came to buy silver cod, they went to fish in the lake of Yongdong, and usually the officials of the empire were not too difficult for the residents of the town, so this town was one of the more famous towns in the Byzantine Empire, and this town was also a must for Rondell and Felsey.

Felsey, who had been away from the city of Constantine for half a month, finally saw the third human town along the way, and the two of them used to be supplied either by hunting some wild beasts at will, or by finding some small villages, and exchanging the animal skins in their hands and the people in the village for dry food. And this Bosphorus town is also the place where Furcy has seen the church and bell tower for the first time in many days, and the faint yellow lights that loom in the wind and snow not far away indicate that the town is not completely asleep, so they should still have a place to stay. It's just that when Foxy secretly breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, Rundel's expression was not so indifferent, but faintly uneasy.

The Dusk Tavern, located in the northwest corner of the Bosphorus Town, is the only tavern in the town, and the only entertainment place for the townspeople or mercenaries who pass by by on weekdays. At this moment, in the morning and dusk tavern, there were a few fishermen who seemed to have just returned from fishing, and a bald bartender who looked like he was entering middle age, was boredly wiping the glass in front of him. Because of the small number of people, the whole tavern was not lit up with too many fluorite lamps, and it looked groggy, and the wind whistling outside could be heard from time to time through the windows of the tavern.

At this moment, the door of the tavern was suddenly pushed open, and two people in gray robes, one tall and one short, walked into the tavern with shoulders of snow. The tall gray-robed man did not rush to order wine after entering the tavern, but looked around slightly before he said in a slightly hoarse voice:

"A cup of pol. "The carrot wine is also a specialty of the Bosphorus town, because the carrot flowers necessary to make the porot wine only grow in the forests near the lake in Yongdong. It is precisely because of the green radish, this sake has a unique feeling of subtle electric shock and heaviness.

"What about you?" the tall gray-robed man turned to look at the short man behind him, the middle-aged bartender could see that this short man was a little reserved, and this tall man should be the eldest of the two. Judging by their appearance, they are either medicine pickers or Warcraft mercenaries.

"A glass of warm water would be fine. However, to the bartender's surprise, listening to the voice of the short gray-robed man, it seemed to be a teenager, could it be a father and son, but from the conversation just now, it didn't seem like that. The bartender shook his bald head, having been a bartender for so many years, he always likes to guess what kind of person is standing in front of him, which may be a special habit brought by his profession.

Qingluo kept shaking in the wine glass with the shaking hand of the tall gray-robed man, it seemed that the gray-robed man was not in a hurry to taste this unique cup of wine that exuded a seductive cyan light, he stared at the wine in his hand for a long time, until the gray-robed young man got the warm water in his hand and said thank you, he hurriedly drank the wine in his hand.

"One more drink. The tall gray-robed man pushed out his wine glass in his right hand, and in his left hand he pulled out four silver imperial dinars that shimmered with silver light. The bartender was slightly stunned when he saw the three silver dinars, and then he realized that the tall gray-robed man had something to ask him, after all, two cups of green dinars were not worth three dinars.

When the full carrot wine was halfway drunk again, the tall gray-robed man finally raised his head, which he had been lowering. The bartender could see the vicissitudes on his face, in fact, he had seen this kind of death and the vicissitudes of time in many mercenaries who licked blood on the head of the knife, but the bartender could be sure with the memory of this life, he had never seen such a deep look in the eyes of a tall gray-robed man, and if he looked closely, his eyes seemed to contain endless starry sky.

"Excuse me," the tall gray-robed man's distinctive dry and hoarse voice rang in the bartender's ears, "may I ask if there are any new people in the town lately?"

The bald bartender touched his bald head, and a few more questions arose in his heart: Why did this gray-robed man ask this? Who is he? And what is the answer to this question? It only took a few blinks of an eye for the bartender to think of a gorgeous but remote manor, which was in the southeast corner of the town, just opposite the tavern, some distance from the town and Dongyong Lake, but could be seen at the very edge of the town and in the center of Dongyong Lake. Originally, the owner of the manor was an unranked lord, but after his unexpected death, the manor was dilapidated and no longer inhabited, and there were rumors of haunting from time to time, and almost no one approached the manor by the townspeople. It's just that three months ago, that is, when winter was about to begin, a wealthy merchant bought the manor from the mayor of the town, and went to great lengths to renovate the manor, and he has lived there ever since, occasionally coming out, but there are many carriages coming in and out. This wealthy merchant should be the latest person to move in from the town.

"Rich merchant, three months, carriage. The tall gray-robed man pondered for a while, not seeing much change in expression on his face, just silently drank the remaining half of the wine, then got up silently, turned around and walked towards the outside of the tavern.

"Thank you for your hospitality. The gray-robed young man saw the tall gray-robed man turn his head and walk out, thanked the bartender, and immediately stood up, following closely behind the tall man.

"What a strange person. The bald bartender shook his bald head and began to pick up the glass of the tall gray-robed man. Whoever he is, he's made a little extra money tonight. Looking at the time, tonight's morning and dusk tavern will also usher in its moment of lights out, and when these old drunkards are sent away, it is time for him to go to bed, and as for the tall gray-robed man, he will soon be forgotten.

The white snow still fell on the roads of the Bosphorus town layer by layer, but the wind and snow became less after the night, after all, this is not as cold as the north of Constantine, which is already considered the middle of Byzantium. After drinking a glass of warm water, Foxy felt that his body warmed up a lot, he thought that a serious ascetic knight like Rundell should quit drinking, until he saw Rundell pour two glasses of green wine into his stomach just now, he knew that Rundell was not so "uncannibalistic". And what Rondell did just now made Fursie almost think that he was an old Warcraft mercenary who was very familiar with the mercenary world, but Furcy didn't understand why Rondell asked such a question about who had recently moved into this town.

At the end of the street, Furcy saw a long downhill road, the terrain of the town was slightly lower in the north and higher in the south, standing on the street, with the help of the bright moonlight, he could vaguely see that there was a large manor in the distance on the mound, and the whole manor was unlit, as if it were a haunted house.

"Heartless gray bats are a unique means of reconnaissance and tracking detection of the Bloodline, they have no heart, and can hide their tracks, so ordinary people who are tracked by it cannot find it. But this creature also has a drawback, which is that the search radius is not very long, and from the place where we found bats today, the only place in the vicinity where it is possible to release bats is this town. It takes a lot of human blood to raise heartless bats, so the blood clan must have their own gathering place in this place, and from today's question, it seems that I am right. Rondell's eyes kept looking at the dead silence of the manor, and it was only then that Foxy understood what Rundell was doing.

"And what are we going to do next?" Foxy seemed to anticipate something, but his heart was more of an inexplicable excitement than fear of battle and death.

"If we don't get rid of them, I'm afraid we'll be in trouble along the way, so you'd better keep up with me tonight and make good use of your sword, it's the only thing that can save you except me. By the time Rundell had said this, he had an extra black iron-gray spear in his right hand, which was the main weapon of his three songs, the Tooth of Plunder.

"Let's go. As the last fluorite lamp in the tavern was extinguished, Rondel and Furcy, standing at the end of the street, also stepped out of their blood-stained Byzantine footsteps for the first time.