P.S. Today is the Sichuan Day of Mourning, please join us in a moment of silence for the victims of the Ya'an earthquake.

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According to the agreement, the next morning, His Majesty Vincent set off for the capital of the Kingdom of Aura.

After yesterday's brief encounter, the generals of Prest City also agreed that His Majesty the King should return immediately, and no longer expose himself to Sloth's eyes. Except for the twelve knights who were deliberately arranged by Selin's side, the other knights of the royal family were all escorted near Vincent's carriage, and there was no time to hold the send-off ceremony, and the carriage soon headed towards the southern gate, about to move away from the northern city that was shrouded in tension.

Vincent silently stared at the gap beside the black velvet curtains, and outside, the horse's hooves beat to a drum-like beat, and a lone gray dove flew up from the eaves of a shop with a locked gate and disappeared into the gray sky.

It seemed that a pair of eyes were staring at him in the dark!Vincent suddenly felt an indescribable feeling of oppression hit his heart, and his spine tensed. Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at the alleyway by the side of the road, where a figure wrapped in black was silently clinging to the wall, looking like an assassin.

However, Vincent seemed to suddenly notice something, and the black figure overlapped with someone in his memory.

Holding his breath slightly, Vincent's eyes lit up.

"Stop!" he shouted, and the carriage came to a halt, and the knights on either side skillfully reined in their horses, and Vincent pushed the door open, and jumped himself out of the carriage before anyone could help him.

But the figure had vanished, as if he had never been there.

Is that him?

The corners of Vincent's mouth couldn't help but raise a bleak smile, and ignoring the inquiring glances of the knights around him, he returned to the carriage alone, and motioned for the carriage to move on.

No one saw the man.

However, if it is really him...... One day, he'll come back again.

A young man in a pitch-black cloak hurried through the alley.

Although his attire looked a little strange, because it was broad daylight, no soldiers came up to stop him. After bypassing several alleys in a row, he jumped onto the roof of the house next to him with a slight step while no one noticed.

From the top of this two-storey house, you can see several of the more bustling streets of Priest City. On weekdays, there are always pedestrians and horse-drawn carriages passing through these streets, and the shouts of hawkers can always be heard, but because of the panic atmosphere brought about by the demon raid, even the most lively commercial street in the past is not seen at this time. After watching roughly for a while, he jumped lightly from the roof.

Just then, he saw another carriage passing by the street next to it.

Compared to Vincent's carriage, it was an extremely ordinary small black carriage, but who would drive it out at this time?

"Be careful. ”

The black carriage stopped in front of an inn called "Traveler's House". Next to this hotel is the medical center, but at this time, both the hotel and the medical center are deserted. Perhaps because there were no guests, the innkeeper came out of the house and looked at the new guests with a look of surprise.

Xiulin jumped out of the carriage first.

Her back to the inn door was unobscured, her white windproof shawl barely obscuring her striking figure, and her long legs were perfectly wrapped in knee-length leather boots under a short fur skirt. She took a few steps back to make room for the other passengers in the car.

Really, yesterday afternoon, before I had time to sleep a little longer, I received the news that Prest City was attacked by demons. Several of the executors who remained at the hotel immediately rushed to the vicinity of the city gate and launched a counterattack against the large puppets according to Selin's arrangement. There was still some work to be done today, but the kid suddenly needed help.

"How's it going? Can you stand up?" said Xiulin, in a sweet and mellow tone, and as she leaned forward, Carlo in a black trench coat jumped out of the carriage. He turned sideways and reached out towards the car.

The innkeeper in the back furrowed his eyebrows.

The one who slowly leaned against the door and walked cautiously was obviously an injured man. John slept in the barracks for a few hours, and when he heard that his son was under Vincent's suspicion and was in a lot of trouble, the fellow immediately pretended to be fine, and said that he would go back as soon as possible. However, his body could not travel long distances, so he had to move to a hotel in the city first.

The reason why this inn was chosen was because Ivan told Isha that the inn was next to the medical clinic, and the innkeeper, Mr. Grand, was also an old healer. John now looked even more difficult to serve than Angel who lived in the hotel, his face was as white as paper, wrapped in a thick blue-gray coat, and his forehead was covered with large drops of sweat. Carlo, who had gotten out of the car before him, supported him with both hands and carried him down effortlessly.

Mr. Grande watched in amazement as the men busted in front of his inn. Carlo told John to lean on top of him, and then Ivan and Etha jumped out of the car.

"Hey!" said to Mr. Grand, who was standing in the doorway, with a charming smile on her face. Mr. Grand immediately came back to his senses, stared straight at her towering twin peaks for a second, and then immediately raised his head sternly.

"Who are you?"

"It's a guest. Sorry, our friend was hurt a bit, you don't mind letting him live here. Xiulin's voice had a pitiful tone of pleading, waving his hand in John's direction, and John smiled stupidly.

"Hello, sorry for the trouble. ”

"Mr. Grand!" said Elsa as she took a few steps, waving at him as well, "We're meeting again!"

"Yes, yes......," replied Mr. Grand, curtly, "Oh, come in, and sit down first." ”

Several people helped the wounded man into the door of the hotel, and Mr. Grand took a general look, and always felt that the injured middle-aged man was not lightly injured. He remembered the two young magicians who had come to visit yesterday and ran into his shop to ask if he had heard anything about another magician.

"You can sit down for a moment. Ivan said to John. John nodded wearily and sat down in the chair at the table. Mr. Grande walked over with a grim face.

"Excuse me, sir, what's wrong with you?"

"Ah, it's okay, it's okay......" John's smile was quite innocent.

"It's okay, it's no big deal, but you see, it's not convenient for him to move. Xiulin leaned on the wooden table and explained leisurely, "Maybe I need your help, I heard that Mr. Grand is a therapist. ”

"Well, yes. Mr. Grand nodded. But Mr. Grand, who seemed to be hesitant, thought for a moment, and finally said nothing.

"Mr. John, do you want to change the gauze later?" Xiulin bent down towards John, and John shook his head, "No, I only changed it this morning, Miss Joan and Mr. Plante should go back first, otherwise Miss Carlisle will have to dismantle the puppet control device." ”

"Hehe, don't worry, with Darren here, you don't have to worry about recuperating with peace of mind. Xiulin couldn't help but be amused by John, she turned around and patted Carlo next to her, who was pestled like wood.

"Then let's go, let's go find us over there for something, we can't leave for the time being anyway. ”

Suddenly.

The stairs resounded with the sound of tuk, tuk, tuk.

Carlo tilted his head suddenly. Just above the staircase diagonally opposite the gate, a girl with long light brown hair struggled to move down a few steps with crutches.