Frankly, Kraft was even a little grateful to the person who called him out.

Looking at the order of the meals, the amount of "pursuit of truth" on the plate in front of him will definitely not be less.

As a key object of care, when the time comes, I don't eat sorry for the host's hospitality, and I am really sorry for my own digestive tract when I take a bite.

At this time when there is no balance between inside and outside, there are people who are willing to take the initiative to give an excuse to leave, which is simply blessed by the Father.

If the people who came to the door hadn't been dressed in wet hooded burqas and looked like ringwives who had just gotten off work from Sauron, the professor would have been more happy to see them.

Frances watched with some unease as the two sides whispered some inhumane exchanges, and was worried that they would fight on the spot, after all, there was never a good relationship between the Inquisition Court and the Medical School.

If it weren't for the repeated statements that there was no malice and an unusually tough attitude, she might not have let this group of dripping creatures step on the carpet in the house.

In an age when the inquisition was outdated for many years, even if they were convinced that their masters were blasphemous, they rarely asked for non-essential access to the private domains of the nobility.

This could easily be mistaken for a provocation against the group as a whole, and certainly may not be a misunderstanding.

In the spirit of not making trouble, the owner of the manor decided to let them finish talking, but as soon as there was the slightest tendency to go wrong, he would separate them in time.

However, the situation was surprisingly harmonious, and the professor stood by the half-open corridor window to communicate with them for a moment, as if he had received some important information, and nodded knowingly.

Outside the window, the wind and rain were raging, and the electric light flashing in the clouds reflected the bright white and dazzling half of the body by the window, and the shadow suddenly stretched to the other side of the wall.

The ensuing thunder drowned out the conversation, making it impossible to hear what they were saying.

The exchange lasted only a short time, and the people of the Inquisition had no intention of leaving, but stood still and waited.

"Thank you for your hospitality today, and we can talk about cooperation in detail next week." Kraft walked briskly back to Frances, apologetic, but irrevocably explained, "I'm afraid I'm going to ask you to take care of my people tonight." ”

"Of course." Francis was stunned for a moment, and after re-identifying whether there was any ambiguity, he confirmed that the professor meant to go out on a rainy night, "You know, it's very dangerous, and it's better to wait until tomorrow morning." ”

"I once had an uncle who loved to hunt and broke his leg while riding a horse on a rainy day, and since then he has been unable to walk, and the roads are not as friendly as usual when they are wet, especially at night."

"If you have a problem, we can help."

She almost wrote "We'll send these plague gods away for you" on her face. It's not like an archbishop who has to go back to heaven tonight without treatment, and what can be done in such a hurry.

"A little personal matter, can't wait for tomorrow morning. If someone else asks, please help me explain something urgent about someone's life. Kraft began to sort through his belongings, and when he went out today, he didn't think about any emergencies at the Xiguo Manor.

Fortunately, the habit of carrying a sword with him did not fall, and he did not wear banquet clothes that hindered the event.

"I need a rain cloak, a lamp, and a horse to find my way."

"That's fine if you insist, but won't that one of your attendants come along?" Frances asked with a wink.

"Of course not, with his riding skills, it will only add one more fracture patient to me, it is better to stay here and take care of Yvonne, they don't get along badly."

Koop's riding skills were still practiced from behind, and he was limited to "being able to ride", and it was not good to take him with him on a rainy night when visibility and road conditions were a mess.

While the servants were preparing their things, Kraft ran back to the hall and gave a few words, then took his robe and went to the stable, where he was said to be the most robust horse in the place.

At the main gate of the manor, the "Ring Spirit" team was already waiting for him, all of them wearing the image of a black burqa, naturally exuding an unkind aura that people should not approach, so frightened that the guards kept a distance from them.

Seeing people coming, they dispersed to give up their positions in the middle of the line, turned on the lanterns, and rushed into the vast rain with the joiners.

The impression of the countryside at night is completely different from that of the day, and it can even be said that it is completely reversed.

The intimate green of the plant is a dark entity that makes it difficult to distinguish between reality and fiction, forcing the road to twist and turn, and it almost crashes if you are not careful.

It was clearly the experienced riders who came to pick up Kraft, who consciously controlled their speed, and the horselights of the leading men in front of them crumbled in the wind and rain, always providing general direction to the rear.

The distance between the teams is greater than usual, leaving a large buffer space to prevent one person from making mistakes and the rear from being affected.

This is also a difficult situation for Kraft, who would not choose to ride out at this time unless there was an extremely urgent situation, and even if he trusted his riding skills, there was no guarantee that the horse would not stumble.

After a few quick turns in anti-human difficulty that I hadn't even noticed during the day, those annoying trees were left behind.

Just as he was relieved about this, he found that he was facing a fluctuating path.

Without the trees to block it, the wind became more powerful, and the tall grass that reached waist-high and even chest-high swayed in the turbulent currents of rain.

As if gaining mobility, they pounce on horses and riders with a wrenching wreck, blurring the boundaries of the road.

You can feel the wet, sharp-edged stuff whipped and entangled through the fabric, undulating and swinging in clusters, passing through the galloping hooves and feet.

The rain blurred the vision, or rather, it was not open in the first place, and only the limited road surface on the side of the lantern was seen, and the lights of the companions in front of it were completed, and the rest was completed by imagination.

The sky in the far distance suddenly lit up with electric light, and in a fleeting moment, outlining the irregular edges of the thick clouds, illuminating them briefly and presenting a frightening picture.

The boundless, dancing tall grass, the curtain of water with low clouds, and the scarred ruins of the sharp objects that crisscrossed the wilderness.

The lightning exploded as the afterglow of the rolling thunder on the retina dissipated. Rumbles can be heard mingling with the neighing of the quadrupeds that carry them, trembling slightly from panic or hypothermia, their manes lodging with moisture.

The scattered team struggled to move forward under the power of nature.

In another flash of cloud charge friction, a targeted malice reveals an anomaly in a certain direction for the intuitive.

Kraft looked to the front of the team. Obscured by the drastic change in brightness, a dim light of a very small area lit up among the raging blades of grass.

It stands to reason that there is no possibility of such a dim small area of light being noticed, and by the sharpest of people doubting it, it will have to wait until the lightning has died away and the horses have rushed out of the distance.

But in the eyes of those who are deliberately attentive, it is a disobedience that cannot be ignored.

The discolored glow, which does not belong to anything that is supposed to be in this world, is held in the palm of a low, craggy silhouette.

At the same time, the sense of malice and unspeakable sharp danger manifested and elongated, stretching across the front of the line.

"Stop!" Experience prevented Kraft from continuing to hesitate to speculate, shouting at the reins, pulling the reins to slow down.

The sound pierced through the rain curtain and reached everyone's ears, and the thunder engulfed the inquiries that rang before and after.

But what they saw provided them with an answer to where they were now:

The monk, who was at the forefront, and the least able to hear the warning, reacted a little later, and the wetting of the road and inertia sent him forward for a while before slowly stopping, and then froze in place, without making any further movements.

His lantern fell into the muddy water, extinguishing a moment before it allowed the people behind him to see a very strange back.

Bounded by chest and abdomen height, along an invisible diagonal line, the rider's body creates a flat, unrealistic-looking misalignment.

Like a block of ice cut by a razor-sharp blade, the top half of which is disjointed by gravity and slides to one side.

Eryang went to work for two days while sick, but he still got better.

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(End of chapter)