As far as the eye can see, the sturdy mare with a shiny black mane is leisurely eating his delicious breakfast with morning dew on the green grassland, of course, if we can ignore the owner who is lying on it, with two arms hanging from the ends of its long neck, and the long bloodstain not far from it, and the old coachman whose fate is unknown, this is indeed a good picture of the grassland.

If the rider's companions had known that he had been directly frightened by an old coachman's surprise attack, they would have laughed off their big teeth by the horse bandits who licked the blood on the tip of the knife. If you don't have a strong mental element, you don't want to take this path where you may deal with death at any time, and you need to be self-aware in order to survive in this world full of dangers.

"Uhh

Stretching a big stretch, Nagi rolled over from the bench, and the coat that had been covered by Devin in the middle of the night slipped quietly from her to the ground. Although it was a rare pleasure to fall asleep in the middle of the night without being woken up by someone in the carriage and falling asleep to the sound of Dewen and Barac's discussion, it was indeed a rare pleasure to be able to sleep until you woke up naturally.

Since the carriage was not moving, and the noise of the horses' hooves and wheels had been lost, the carriage was unusually quiet, so quiet that the gentle breathing of several people could be clearly heard. Picking up the brown coat that had fallen to the ground, Nagi gently covered it over the two people who were sitting opposite each other and leaning against each other to sleep. Since Nagi was determined to sleep in the black wooden box that looked like a coffin, Dewen gentlemanly gave up the bench to Nagi to sleep on, and sat side by side with Barack.

The space of this ordinary wagon carriage is relatively relaxed, but it is also tightly comparative, unlike the luxurious carriage specially made by the aristocracy, the two rows of hardwood benches placed opposite each other can at most allow a child like Nagi to curl up and sleep on it, and if two large men are squeezed on the same bench at the same time, it can only be delusional to sleep comfortably. Of course, Devon and Berak had no intention of getting a good night's sleep, and they had a heated discussion all night yesterday about how to find a new container, and only fell asleep together from exhaustion at dawn.

Not wanting to disturb their rare rest, Nagi gently opened the car door, ready to breathe in the fresh air of the grassland, and by the way, moved his stiff body that had slept on.

Unconsciously, the sun has climbed to the old high, I am afraid that in a short time, it will rise to its highest point, generally speaking, this will also be the time used by the old coachman to hurry, because the main time of the horse bandits is in the evening, so except for this time he will find a leeward place to stop and rest, most of the other time he is driving the carriage tirelessly. After all, it is more important to be able to save your life than to work hard.

"What the hell! you, you, you, you're okay!"

However, as soon as Nagi, who was pulling on her skirt, jumped off the pedals of the carriage, she saw that the old coachman, who had only met him a few times, was suspicious of his sudden appearance as a new passenger, curled up and lying in a pool of blood.

Ignoring the fact that his brand-new leather shoes were stained with the dust of the prairie, Nagi took three steps and two steps, and ran to the old coachman's side as fast as he could, but when he put his hand tremblingly in front of his collapsed nose, Nagi found that he could not feel any breath at all. Take a closer look, the old man's wrinkled face has long been bloodless, although there are traces of self-help and struggle, but the heavy bleeding caused by the destruction of internal organs is not at all something that an old coachman who knows nothing about magic can suppress, it would be good if he found out earlier, but now this old man has undoubtedly been dead for a long time.

"How so, who did it......

The hem of her skirt had been blackened by the blood that had permeated the grass beside her, and Nagi looked at the old coachman who was slowly dying in great pain, and a deep sense of sadness came to her heart along with the cold wind blowing on the grassland. It's not that sad, after all, in addition to having a relationship between an employer and an employee, Nagi and the old coachman are simply people who live in two worlds, in the old coachman's opinion, he can fight for his life for a bounty, for Nagi may just be a month's pocket money, this world is so unfair, maybe there are countless lower-class people like him who are experiencing death every day, but seeing someone die tragically in front of him, it is impossible not to be moved by it, and turn to anger.

"Is that you?"

The horse bandits who robbed caravans and travelers, Nagi has only seen descriptions of them in magic paintings and novels, some of them are just used to pretend to be used for the protagonist, and some are more powerful and become the protagonists, being portrayed as heroes who rob the rich and help the poor, and do chivalrous deeds, however, Nagi never imagined that he would actually meet them one day, and he also witnessed the tragedy of their indiscriminate killing of innocents.

The black horse who was grazing with his head down seemed to notice something, and raised his head to look at Nagi, who was slowly walking towards this side, although he had just made the great feat of the Savior, but after all, it was not a psychic beast, so he glanced at Nagi, who seemed to have little combat power, and lowered his head again, and continued to slowly chew on the good grass on the sunset grassland.

"What's going on?"

Although he was determined to avenge the old coachman and was ready to punish the murderer, another suspicious-looking guy at the scene did not pay attention to Nagi's questioning, which made Nagi feel a sense of powerlessness to punch him empty, speaking of which, if the other party was really a horse bandit, why didn't he come to the car to attack the sleeping passenger after killing the old coachman? You must know that there is nothing of value outside the car at all, and what is the situation of this guy who was left behind? Was he killed by the old coachman before he died? But even if the horse bandit didn't care about the corpse of his companion and didn't want to risk dismounting and attacking the passengers in the carriage, the horse under him would not be generous enough to stay here, so did he come to rob or send warmth......

Curious, Nagi changed his original plan to purify this guy into scum with a fireball, and instead walked straight to his side, wanting to take a closer look at what his identity was. Along the way, Nagi was surprised to find that between the old coachman and the mysterious fellow, there were no footprints of anyone else or horses except for a single trace of blood, and there were even few traces of the fight, as if the battle had ended before it had even begun.

"Phew—"

As Nagi approached about three paces from the man, the black pony, who had been eating and ignored Nagi, finally lifted its head and gasped heavily, as if signaling the living not to enter.

"Get on your knees. ”

Looking at this arrogant black horse that raised its hooves and showed off its might, Nagi's brows furrowed, and two short notes spit out of his mouth, and as if these words were a spell of words, the black horse that was still very irritable just now trembled very humanely, and immediately obediently bent his legs and knelt on the ground, not only that, but its tail shook vigorously like a pleasing puppy, and this funny scene instantly amused Nagi, who had a strict face.

"We didn't call you like this, all in all, let's see what master raised you to be such an undisciplined guy. ”

Nagi breathed a sigh of relief and returned his attention to the mysterious rider in the cloak on the horse's back.