"I can't guarantee how good I can be, but I do do my best to keep your sister alive, but remember, you don't have much time. The plants you're looking for are extremely rare right now, and they're only found in the forests of our county, if you can't make it back...... I can't watch your lovely sister become something horrible ......"

"Just find that herb...... Can my sister be saved? ”

"It's not certain, although this herb can react with the monster's toxin, it is not an herb, but a poison. Normal people will have a beautiful illusion when they chew one bite, and they will see the person they love most in their life after chewing two bites, and they will chew three bites...... People will be in the sweetest dreams... He's dead! ”

The annoying smiling face of the drunkard in Istvan's memory lingered in Cesare's mind.

"But as I said, you don't have many options, the poison of this herb is also the only effective antidote, and it is the only way to save your sister at this stage, may your kid walk through the field alive, Anmen."

Thinking about what István had said, Cesare's steps became more urgent, he was annoyed that this was happening, and he was even more angry at why it was Klosia who was hurt and not himself, even if it was worth exchanging his own life for his sister's.

Although István had repeatedly stressed the dangers of Hunyadi's possessions, Cesare no longer cared about his own safety, and he only hoped that the plants in the drunken priest's mouth would actually cure Closia.

It was getting late, and only the light of the remnant sun left in the streets of Karl Stream to illuminate the road ahead.

There was no time to change into clean clothes, and Cesare was wearing a civilian dress with shabby cuts and stains of blood, so he had to borrow a black cloak from István and drape it outside, so as not to attract unwanted attention from passers-by.

Oil lamps were lit in every house, and the countless windows on both sides of the street were dimly lit, and pedestrians rushed home, except for the workers who were collecting dung.

Cesare sped along the road, walking as fast as he could, toward the edge of the town, through the impoverished old town, past the commercial streets of his part-time job, and did not dare to slow down until the last moment when the sun had completely sunset.

There were fewer and fewer houses around, and the light to see his surroundings was scarce, but Cesare was prepared.

He lifted his cloak to reveal the oil lamp around his waist, and lit the cotton core of the oil lamp with the fleece thread containing the fire, and it was reassuring to have the light again, but Cesare did not dare to delay for a moment, and hurried to the town's inn after completing the action quickly.

It was a complex of stables, dormitories, and tavern facilities, and several carriages were tied to the roadside fence, but there were no coachmen to be seen, but there was a laugh of men and women in the taverns, and it was easy to guess what the coachmen were doing.

Do you want to go in and get them out one by one? There was nothing else to be done, Cesare didn't want to wait until dawn to set out, and who knows how long they would drink.

Cesare gritted his teeth impatiently, and as he was about to break into the tavern, his left ear moved slightly, and he noticed an unusual sound, and from the row of parked carriages, there was the sound of men snoring.

Cesare looked closer, only to see an old man lying in the driver's seat of a nondescript carriage, lying across the front seat.

He slept soundly with his boots off, his bare feet emitting a foul stench, one foot on the armrest, the other half-hanging from the edge of the chair, his hands folded on his belly, his face covered with a hat, and a snoring sound came from under the hat.

A distraught Cesare didn't give him a chance to dream perfectly, walked to the side of his head, lifted his hat, and flicked his fingertips twice at the door of his head.

"Hey, wake up, are you a coachman?" The man barely opened his eyes as if he were grimacing, raised his hand and scratched his beard and rubbed his big red nose.

"Huh? What's wrong...... Where are you going......? ”

"Hunyati." Cesare replied as he spread out his palms, revealing several copper coins.

"What?" The coachman blinked violently, braced his old waist under a groan, and then beat his skull as if he suspected that he had not woken up.

"You, you said you were going to Hunyati? Oh, you can find someone else in that hellish place, I can't go there. ”

Seeing the driver's resolute attitude, Cesare shook his head helplessly, then took something out of his cloak, and when he opened his palm again, in addition to the copper coins, there was also a crow family ring that shone with a unique light.

The coachman looked up, but he squinted his eyes and stole a glance at the price in Cesare's hand, especially the family ring, which played a more crucial role. The coachman stared ahead, leaning forward slowly, ten fingers still hesitantly tapping at the front of the carriage.

"I'll say okay first, I can't send it to the innermost."

"No, I don't." Cesare left the ring and gave the rest of the fare to the coachman, which was also kindly provided by István, and Cesare even began to hate the drunken face anymore.

Cesare then reached open the door of the car behind him, and with a quick step inside, he tapped lightly on the front baffle to signal that he was ready.

The coachman's expression was still a little hesitant, there was just such a big commotion in the city today, even if the church blocked the news, it would inevitably make people suspicious, even Karl was not very peaceful, and he had to drill into the controversial place of Hunyati at night, I really couldn't think of it.

But weighing the money in his hand, the coachman smiled bitterly. "Money is hard to make, is hard to eat." After muttering quietly, he got out of the carriage, untied the rope that bound the carriage, stroked the horses, and when he returned, he took the reins and drove the carriage slowly onto the road.

There is plenty of space inside the carriage to accommodate multiple people or a large amount of luggage. At the front and rear of the carriage there are two rows of benches fixed to the floor for passengers to sit on.

The cushions on the stool are worn out, but some hand-sewn patterns can still be seen on them. There is a small window at the top of the carriage through which you can see the outside light and the stars in the sky.

Cesare removed the oil lamp from his waist and hung it in the carriage to provide the right light. The rich and noble of the city generally traveled in luxurious powered locomotives, which had nothing to do with comfort.

But for Cesare, the isolation space allowed him to calm down quickly, and there was nothing left to prepare for before reaching his destination.

Cesare, who had calmed down, was a little tired, and his eyes began to close involuntarily after a busy day, and he only felt that his eyelids were trembling.

It shouldn't matter if you get a little sleep, Cesare comforted himself, blaming István, the drunkard priest, for inexplicably pouring some bad wine into his mouth, and now he is still a little dizzy, and he sleeps uncomfortably in his little dark room.

Inadvertently, Cesare reminisced about his childhood experience in Hunyati, but when he thought about it, he only remembered the castle where he grew up, and it seemed that he had rarely seen the outside world.

It seems that he feels so unfamiliar with the place where he grew up that when he needs to return to Hunyati, Cesare is a little skeptical that he can really solve the antidote on his own......

Sure enough, it is safest to go back to the castle and ask the earl.

Thinking about it, Cesare's consciousness began to blur, and he leaned on the baffle of the carriage, his eyes barely struggling twice, and finally he slowly fell asleep to the sound of the horse's hooves, his energy had reached its limit.

"What a man! Don't die! ”

He hadn't slept for a while, when Cesare was awakened by a shout of exclamation, and the horses pulling the cart also neighed under the tight bridles, and the carriage was forced to stop halfway by something.

The monster is coming again? The terrible thought crossed Cesare's mind, and the thing had knocked off the arm in the morning, and now it had come back for revenge......

Cesare pushed open the door, half out of his body and squinted his eyes to the front of the road, he knew that the monster was very nimble, and could hide anywhere, but the guy who stopped the carriage did not seem to be difficult to find, the man stood in the middle of the dirt road, and in the darkness, the kerosene lamp on the girl's body was dazzling.

The girl's slender figure was revealed in the light, her bright red hair tied back in a ponytail, and she was dressed in a black and red outfit, wrapped in leather at the joints, and wore a silver sword around her waist.

The light of the oil lamp shone on the rose pattern on the scabbard, and she looked like a seasoned explorer, or a madman swaggering in front of a carriage at full speed.

She slowly raised her head in the constant roar of the coachman, her delicate face showed a confident, resolute, and resolute gaze, and a bright smile with no intention of apologizing at all.

The moment he saw Anya, Cesare's facial features were almost wrinkled together, the corners of Cesare's twitching mouth formed a certain contrast with Anya's raised corners of his mouth, looking at the heroic madman blocking the road at this time, Cesare couldn't imagine how she was here?

I really don't know which is worse to meet this madman or meet a monster?

Anya first waved her arms to the sides of Cesare, who was stunned, and performed a lady's manner, and then shouted to the coachman in front of her without hesitation.

"Sir, please take me to Hunyati."