With a lantern in hand, Yvonne left the lively discussion scene. The servants and knights are still debating what caused the noise, and unsurprisingly develop into personal attacks, and there is a tendency to meet up to find out.

Actually, she wanted to hear it a little longer, but now it was time to leave. Don't look at the sun still hanging high in the fiery clouds on the horizon, and the stone stairs and corridors behind the thick high walls that are lit only by narrow shooting holes already need lights to pass.

The journey back is not short, starting from the workshop in the outer fort, climbing and detouring, passing through buildings as high and low as the multi-layered cake of the banquet, and finally passing through the inner fort level and returning to the accommodation.

It took her some time to climb the tall stairs to the top floors, and from the terrace she could see the crowd gathered around the workshop below gradually disperse, the knights and the servants returning to their stations, and the apprentice craftsmen packing up the spread countertops and taking the small tools back inside.

A flame lit up in the dark, and scattered in small pieces along the road projected by the high wall, like ashes drifting in a ditch filled with cold water.

It was a team of night watchmen, some of which would be led by a knight, and meeting a young lady who returned late was probably a rare highlight in their dull and moldy duty, and it was inevitable that there would be a meaningless courtesy greeting, and it would be troublesome to return the salute.

She quickened her pace, intending to return to her room sooner.

Outside the room-shaped window that opened next to the spiral staircase of the tower, a large area of something with a strange chirp fluttered by, and the sudden startle caused her to stagger a step, and her calf stumbled on the dull edge of the next level.

Sitting down and lifting the hem of her skirt, Yvonne rubbed the sore spot and looked out, it was an innumerable number of flying birds, usually hovering around the lower barn, feeding on the grain particles scattered in transport, and were startled by a flock of unknown water, rising high and flying like black clouds.

Until their eagerly flapping wings melted into the dark sky, the murmur of boiling chirps echoed through the rock walls.

Few people have the opportunity to witness so many flocks of birds up close and be amazed that one forgets about the rest, including the pain in the legs.

And the flock of birds seemed to be messengers who changed day and night, and the light of the window receded imperceptibly, and when she stood up again, all that was left around her was the borrowed lantern.

With some difficulty, she continued to climb, stepping over stone steps of varying heights and through interconnected corridors. The section with the most doors is the general visitor's residence of the outer fort.

Probably because of the off-season, the servants only lit a few or four lights. In front of a door, food that has lost its temperature is placed, and solidified white fat floats on the soup noodles. A busy, less common man was standing in the doorway, carrying a new piece of food.

"Professor Brimer, are you there?" His call went unanswered, and when Yvonne approached with a lantern, Wilbert handed the tray to the servant in a polite greeting, "Good night, Miss Yvonne, I hope the view of Westminburg has not disappointed you too much; Armor is always shorter than trim compared to skirts. ”

"I've heard that some energetic lads have been annoying a lady lately, and I've warned them that it's too rude to be a knight." A large circle of etiquette makes the conversation start less purposeful, and what is really to be said is really only a small sentence.

"Do you know where Mr. Brimmer might be?"

"Good night, Mr. Wilbert." After living here for a while, Yvonne also understood the pattern of this behavior a little, and consuming time calmly seemed to be a manifestation of identity etiquette, "He didn't mention this kind of thing to me. Why do you ask? ”

"My host had some health issues that needed to be consulted, and I thought that a well-known figure in the industry would come to visit, but unfortunately it didn't happen."

"I heard that he is visiting for academic gatherings, did you talk to Miss when we met, did you talk to you about visiting other places today?"

"No, Professor Brimmer only said that he would stay here for a day or two and wait for Mr. Kraft to return." Yvonne shook her head, she wasn't worried about what she was stealing from the Inner Castle's room. Not to mention the copper lock on the door that requires a key, and the Inner Fort Circuit Guard and several checkpoints will not also be selectively blind.

"Well, it looks like we'll have to call in our own doctors, they're probably not going to be of much help." The Interior Officer removed the cold dinner and left the new one in its place, "As for this, go and dispose of it." ”

The servant briskly went downstairs with cold soup and bread and meat, and the smile on his face did not seem to be fake. Yvonne often wondered where the food that wasn't eaten in time at the door had gone, and the unanimous answer was "disposed of", and it wouldn't be served to the guests a second time anyway.

Sometimes she found the luxury more heartily surprising than the high walls of the castle.

He added a lamp oil from the servant and left the guest room. Behind him, Wilbert's housekeeper muttered to himself, blaming himself for not letting some careless ghost put Professor Brimmer in the outer bunker.

There is still a long way to go. Yvonne clung to a low fence that he had heard someone had fallen to his death and walked slowly through it. In fact, it was not dangerous at all for her height, but the night wind blowing high in the sky and under the cliff seemed to toss her body into the bottomless starry sky.

The feeling of precipitousness, some natural impulse, made her poke her head out and look down with fear and curiosity.

The torch-holding night watch team seemed to be a jumping point of light, an inverted and sparse star map, and a sense of direction up and down. The body feels lighter and lighter, and it is always ready to get out of the ground where there is only foot contact and there is no fixation.

Everything seemed cold and small from this point of view, and the characters with their own armour, chores, and rituals, each with their own thoughts, and of course herself, were a tiny speck of light, no different from each other, and no different from those I had seen before.

The inexplicable feeling was stuck in my throat, like a half-raw grain of wheat that I couldn't swallow or spit it out.

She thought of a lot, the visitor, the knight, the professor, the officer, and it seemed that she didn't think of anything, and it all melted into a ball, a mass of condensed and mixed raw lumps, and she understood and did not understand at all.

Boredom and confused, she only looked at the star array composed of firelight on the ground, and felt that those insurmountable and incomprehensible things were all embers drifting in the wind, meaninglessly carrying out complex and boring behaviors, and pursuing all kinds of things in a life that could be blown out by a gust of wind of unknown origin at any time.

As in front of him, one of them went out without warning, and no one noticed.

The reflection of his gaze in his empty mind, without thinking about it, Yvonne didn't even think about what it might mean, basking in his sudden outburst of emotions or feelings.

Then, another bright spot flickered and disappeared from the eye. This bright spot is on the ground at the foot of the location, and it was silently moving at the edge of the field of vision a moment ago. She didn't know where it was, maybe it was a stop for a nap on patrol, they went inside to enjoy the fire and hot soup, or just passed a hallway.

The howling night wind blocked out any sound that might come from below, and she asked herself if this was normal, but she hadn't paid attention to the night view of the stone fortress before.

Instinctively, he sensed something was wrong and wanted to ask for help, but the road was rarely crossed during the night, and Wilbert's housekeeper, who was probably the only one who was on the same road, was still in the lodgings waiting for Brimmer to return to his room.

Yvonne subconsciously looked at the half-room vacant building, which was obscured by a tower on the way, and considering that he hadn't gone too far, it would be a matter of time to retreat now.

Is it necessary? After all, no one dictates that the fire must be seen from above during the Night Watch.

In the midst of hesitation, a larger, that is, closer point of light quickly shrank and disappeared without a trace.

A cold night wind unlike the previous one was close to her ears, and she was not sure if it was an illusion caused by imagination, and it whispered a grim sound from the mid-air plank path, which ended in annihilation after a brief fall of despair, and the echoes were torn apart by the wind in the sky, and it was one of them that arrived here.

[What's that?] 】

The falling torch illuminated an insignificant patch of the cliff, and for a moment Yvonne was convinced that his eyes were seeing something moving, not real, but indeed on the near-erect natural bare rock barrier, where there was little footholding, there was more than one.

A blank mind was filled with flashing images, which at first glance appeared to be a combination of bumpy spots and mushrooms on the soaking orange peel, easily distinguishable from the background due to their peculiar color.

It can be seen here that the true size of the "small mold" may be ...... At least adult height.

And as the point of light vanished, so did the only nearby thing that could indicate the course of events. The Night Watch team, five or seven people, was ultimately worth telling her very little information.

[Something is coming up]

I don't know anything else. Yvonne didn't know what they were, how many they were, or where they were, but one thing was clear.

It was an unobstructed road, and without thinking, she picked up her lamp and ran towards the nearest building, the tall tower between her and the visitor's residence.

If you still have time, you can try to meet up with Wilbert's House Officer, and it will probably be safer in a crowded place. And if something goes wrong in the middle of the story, the tower's multi-level space is enough to provide room for temporary hiding.

While running, she inexplicably remembered that night in the southern hills, when the unknown knocked on the door, and she could only rely on others and hide in all directions.

Yvonne felt that the unspeakable blocks of her mind were clear at this moment, and she wanted something that might not exist, that could cause radical change, that she would be "powerful", as straightforward and effective as a page hammer dropping, if not more effective, that could smash the tangible and the invisible, and that made her tired but powerless.

Instead of being as I am now, panicking on the way away.

(End of chapter)