Inky canopy, dripping melted sake, dozens of heavily armed knights, marching through the gloomy neighborhoods.

Marching, at a very strange speed.

They were much faster than the Horse Riders, and these knights in armor seemed to be in a hurry to reach a certain destination. But at the same time, they tried their best to suppress the noise and avoid attracting the attention of others. Keeping moving fast under this relatively silent premise will inevitably reduce the speed.

However, it is precisely because of this that Dargnan, who is behind him, can barely keep up.

A black shadow flickered between the walls and trees, and only after turning a street corner did it slowly emerge.

The faint sound of horses' hooves in the distance faded away, and Dargnan gasped for breath rapidly, and couldn't help but curse a few words in his heart. These guys, all the time, maintain that hateful speed, and make themselves feel like they can keep up with the hard work, but they are always out of reach, as if they are deliberately teasing him.

However, after all, they were riding horses, while Dargnan was making a foolish walk, and at first he was a leisurely stroll, and after such a loss, he was already a little out of breath.

It was disgusting, he grumbled in a low voice, and then he got up again, and continued to follow "stupidly",

After this twist and turn, the rain has gradually weakened, and the water droplets drip intermittently, occasionally splashing on his face towel, revealing a cool wetness. In order to avoid being discovered by others, Dargnan subconsciously lowered his body and walked in the lurk. With his keen observation, he had been vigilantly watching around him, and relying on the clues he could discern from the messy horseshoe prints, he kept up with the knights from a distance.

That team. Grand Duke Annisha is a knight mixed in with it.

In such a tense situation, why Onisha led the team out of the Grand Duke's Mansion late at night, and where she was going, were all major issues that would attract the attention of many, many people in the Principality, but Dargnan didn't care. In his heart. I clearly remember what the purpose of my tracking was this time.

Successfully completing this commission, getting out of the chaotic storm of Anlan, and then enjoying his leisurely vacation that lasts a whole year is the only thing he cares about.

But......

"Huh?" Dargnan who was marching suddenly slowed down subconsciously, his brows furrowed slightly. In his ears, the sound of horses' hooves sounded faintly, proving that he was approaching the knights again.

But. It was the sound of horses' hooves that alerted him instantly.

Dargnan had already estimated that with the speed at which the two sides were moving, it was impossible for him to keep up with them so quickly, so what was the reason for this? He wondered secretly, tilted his head and thought for a moment, and then continued to listen. It's like you're carefully discerning something.

Compared to when I first came out of the Grand Duke's Palace, the sound of horses' hooves is noticeably slower now. But at the same time, it is also much more neat, like a chaotic and rapid drum beat, which suddenly converges into a distinct rhythm. It sounded like the dozens of knights were holding back their urgency. Slowed down the pace of travel?

A little unsure of the current state of the knights, Dalgnan groaned for a moment, and still tiptoed towards the corner. It's not helpful to speculate here, so it's better to just go over and take a look.

That being said. But as he walked, the energy of his whole body slowly mobilized, and every muscle was ready for emergency. After walking on the blade for so many years, caution has become a habit that has penetrated deeply into his bones.

This habit, along with the ability to remain calm at all times, are two of Dalgnan's proudest traits.

Then, the next moment, when he poked his head out slightly.

Our Mr. Killer, who is known for his "calmness", couldn't help but open his blank mouth and showed a strange expression.

******

Although I had looked at the map of Anfen beforehand, the focus of Dalgnon was the area near the Grand Duke's Palace.

After all, the target hadn't taken a step out of the Grand Duke's Mansion for a long time, and that was where he was most likely to carry out his assassination plan.

So, during this trailing journey, Dalgnan had no idea where in the city he had reached. He just followed the knights, unaware of the roads and neighborhoods he passed.

It was only at this time, when he looked slightly, that he was stunned to find that after this toss, they had arrived at one of the two most important main roads in the city.

In Anfen City, there are two wide and open streets, running through the east, west, north and south, which just divide the city into a "Tian" shape. And the one in front of him is the one that runs through the north and south.

Dalgnan, on the other hand, hides at the intersection of this main road and its branches, quietly watching and observing.

In his sight, dozens of heavily armed knights, already lined up in a neat formation, like a sharp arrow, were riding their horses towards the north, aiming directly at the north gate of Anfen.

However, what can make the self-proclaimed "calm" Dargnan look full of surprise must not be such an ordinary sight.

What he saw was a curtain of night covering the land, and the rain was falling in front of him.

He could also see that the wind lamps on the side of the road were gently flickering, creating a dim yellow halo.

And, in the deep darkness and light mist, a silent army slowly took shape.

The dozens of knights he had initially followed had already pulled off their steel masks, and the spears in their hands were stretched out flatly, forming a formation as sharp as arrows, and rode slowly on their horses.

A thin archduke with a thin body, at the sharpest point of the arrow. She lifted her hand to remove her broad hood and heavy cloak, and let the scattered raindrops fall on her pale cheeks and robes of the same color.

They walked through the wide, empty streets, but they didn't feel lonely at all.

For one after another, heavily armed knights or warriors, were coming out of each branch street, converging behind Onisha and the knights.

They were silent, just clenching the weapons in their hands tightly, their eyes shining with an inexplicable brilliance.

At the front of them, the Grand Duke took the flag handed by the knight beside her, raised it vigorously, and the blue flag flew and fluttered. (To be continued......)

PS: (one change, 2000 words)