"Why are you telling me this, I said we were just classmates, and although I regret your cat, I don't really care that much about it."

Cesare said coldly, thinking that his obvious attitude would make the other party understand that he was just boring himself.

"I'm sorry... In the past, there were always people who criticized me, saying that I was a person who spoke in a fog and made others nervous, and you see, I almost forgot the point of what I was going to say. Claudius's eyes narrowed into slits, and he stared at Cesare as if he were laughing.

"I was actually just trying to ask, you two last night... Did you get into my car? ”

Cesare's question made Cesare startled, and a cold sweat was already breaking out behind his back, but he tried his best to suppress the change in his expression.

"No, I think you must be overthinking sir." With that, Cesare and Claudius, the regimental commander, looked at each other.

In order to prevent the lie from being exposed, he tried his best not to let his eyes drift away, and the other party's eyes stared at him like a bird of prey, his eyes were as sharp as knives, as if he had dug open the flesh of Cesare's body and cut his heart, and any secrets would have nowhere to escape in those golden eyes.

Time passed minute by minute, Claudius did not make a sound or make any movement, just stared at Cesare, time seemed to condense into heavy shackles at this moment and locked Cesare's throat breathing, until Cesare couldn't help but swallow his saliva, and the eyes of the regiment leader Claudius instantly softened.

"It's nothing, I'm just worried that Polonnes guy is always nervous, and it won't be good if he suddenly bites you."

Polognes was the name of the stick that was hidden behind the portrait, and it was difficult for anyone to remain expressionless at the thought of the body without limbs in a sack.

But once he showed a suspicious look, the regimental commander in front of him could know whether Cesare had ever entered the carriage or not. Cesare thought of this, and knew that this was another temptation, so he thought about it for a moment, adjusting his mentality, and showing a confused expression as naturally as possible.

"I don't know what you're talking about, can we continue on our way now?"

"Ahh The rest time flies so fast, it's really time for us to go, call your friends and get in the car together, young master. ”

Finally ending the suffocating conversation, Cesare didn't bother any more, packed up his things and went to the roof of the first carriage with Anya again, although the death of a few child laborers yesterday had freed up some space on the board of the wagon behind, but the roof was more spacious and cooler than huddled with people.

Before leaving, the head of the regiment also distributed today's breakfast to each member, with dried meat, dried fish and dried fruits, although they are all foods that are convenient to store, but they are a thousand times more delicious than the brown bread in Anya's bag.

Cesare was still apprehensive about dried meat because he had seen it with his own eyes last night, so he only ate some dried fish to fill his stomach, and the marinated fish had a unique salty aroma, and at the same time a strong thirst came over him, as if his whole throat was calling for water.

Claudius, the head of the regiment, seemed to think of this, so he handed over a kettle made of otter skin, and when everyone was taken care of, Claudius sat down steadily.

They took the reins and moved the first wagon they were in, followed by the wagon driven by the gnomes, and the convoy of the two remaining wagons headed west along the road again.

Recalling the map of the forest they had seen last night, they were now in a position that was getting closer and closer to Hunyadi's family castle, with the fog village in front of them, and beyond the fog village was the field where Cesare and Anya should get off, and the family castle was just behind the field.

The last journey was unusually quiet compared to before, there was no strange creatures infestation, no robbers chasing and intercepting him, I think it should be getting closer and closer to the Earl's location, and these things that could not survive on the bright side were gone.

The sun slowly rose to the apex of the sky, and it was supposed to be a sunny patch, but instead of dissipating, the mist that filled the forest continued to gather.

"Follow me closely! Slow down, beware of fogging! Claudius, the regimental commander, shouted to the carriage behind.

The convoy was getting closer and closer to the village of fog, and the atmosphere of tranquility enveloped the whole environment, the trees were densely branched, the mud path was winding, and the nearby trees vaguely seemed to be covered with a thin veil, and the fog rose from the surface and spread to the heights, drowning over everyone's heads, and finally swallowing the entire convoy into it.

As time passed, the fog became thicker and thicker, and the outlines of the trees gradually blurred and left only a hazy scene, and the breeze and birdsong confirmed that they were still in the world of the living, but the water droplets in the fog shimmered faintly, and it made people feel that everything seemed so unreal, as if in a dream.

It was strange that the midday sun could not penetrate the fog, and it was eerie everywhere, not only could he not see anything clearly, but it was extremely cold, but Cesare's body felt warm at this time.

Perhaps they had completely let their guard down against each other, and Cesare couldn't tell when he began to fold Anya's hands together, and when Cesare realized it, Anya's body had already leaned over and naturally leaned on his shoulder.

The relationship between the two became intimate unconsciously, leaning on each other like two down-and-out little wild cats, feeling the temperature of each other and the warmth of this moment.

As more and more experiences were experienced, Cesare was no longer as disgusted with Anya's inexplicability as before, perhaps Claudius, the head of the circus, was right, and in today's world, it is a rare quality to be able to remain inexplicable all the time.

What's more, Anya doesn't always go crazy all the time, although it's rare, but when she quiets down, she is also as graceful as a sweet princess, delicate and cute.

I'll be able to see the Count get the herbs soon, and when all these bad things are over, I can let Klosia get to know Anya too, but I don't know if Kloshea can accept Anya's character, and Sandinor, maybe he and Anya will get along...... Sandino?

Cesare hissed to himself, and he suddenly realized that he was so focused on his sister's injury that he seemed to have forgotten something important

。 It seems that he has never seen Sandino since the attack on Karlliu, but as the so-called fool has a foolish fortune, that person should not be able to do anything, I hope so......

When the fog no longer changed, and although the sun was not visible, the fence wall in the distance could be seen, and the mud on the road finally came to an end, and the wheels pressed against the sturdier and smoother stone pavement.

The fog made it impossible to tell the line between the town and the forest, until the silhouettes of the trees on either side disappeared and the man-made houses came into view, and Cesare was sure that they had entered the village of fog, the last place before reaching the family castle.

As the whole town was soaked in a haze, it was impossible to see the exact scale or the location of the landmark, except for a bell tower-like building in the distance, shrouded in fog and indistinct, like a silent giant standing here watching the tracks of the strangers.

The convoy cautiously made its way down the avenue, and although it was not deserted, the figures of passers-by were hidden in the fog, and only the sound of scattered footsteps and murmuring kept coming, and the fog was thick with ghosts, and the townspeople seemed to be a group of ghosts running for their livelihoods.

It's noon, but the roads in this hellish place need to be lit with fuel lamps on both sides.

An old man, busy changing the wick of an oil lamp, stood very close to the carriage, his linen clothes in tattered clothes.

Hearing the carriage passing by, he turned his head towards Cesare and squinted at him, a face that looked like it had been rotting for a long time and even cracked under the dirty mud, and he waved his withered arms wrapped in old skin and bony sticks to greet the foreign convoy.

I thought this was just an isolated case, but if you look closely, the image of every passerby in the town is very similar, people have shriveled stomachs and yellow muscles, and the children playing are short and thin due to malnutrition, and they don't look as strong as the few abused child laborers.

Children run happily past the convoy, singing strange nursery rhymes.

"Mary, Mary,

So capricious,

Ask if you climb all over the garden,

The silver bells move with the wind, and the shells ring softly,

Lovely old people lined up in ......"

Singing and singing, the children disappeared into the fog, leaving only bursts of laughter echoing. Although he had only been in this place for less than an hour, Cesare was already feeling unwell all over his body, and it was no wonder that this place was named Fog Village, which is true to its name, and it is no exaggeration.

When the convoy drove to a relatively spacious square, the regimental commander Claudius pulled the reins to stop the carriage slowly, shouting "stop" to prevent the wagons behind from crashing directly into it in the fog.

He stepped out of the driver's seat, collared and looked left and right, Cesare and Anya sitting on the edge of the roof watching what he was going to do.

The population of the town should not be large, and there are very few people passing by, but everyone who passes by here seems to be very curious about this foreign convoy, and will always subconsciously stop and observe a few times before raising their legs to leave.

Claudius, the head of the regiment, picked and chose from among the bystanders, and finally picked an old man in a linen suit, cleared his throat, and quickly leaned over and asked.

"Sir, please stay, if we hurry west through the forest... How do you think you should get closer? ”

"I think?" The old man who was questioned also looked lifeless, not only did his dirty mouth and mouth smell of rot, and he didn't know how long he hadn't taken a bath. And the expression is fierce.

He stared up and down the regimental commander, Claudius, for a moment, and then at the colorful flags fluttering from the two wagons parked next to him.

"The troupe... It's rare enough, if you want to know how to get out of the forest, you should ask someone else, I haven't even been out of the town in my life, how can I know this. The old man turned his head and was about to leave, as if he had thought of something and added.

"But kindly remind you, if you want to go, it's safer to wait for the fog to clear before leaving, otherwise let alone go west, as long as you leave this town, don't even think about finding the way back."