When the people are gone, the deformed show will naturally end. The silly Rosen stopped his antics and poked his head out of the hem of his dress, looking around for the audience just now. "People, where have they gone? I, smashed again? ”

The gnomes and several child laborers also stopped their performances, and they all looked at the head of the group and waited for the next instructions.

Claudius, the head of the regiment, put away his whip and pressed the brim of his hat with one hand to look left and right, as if he also sensed that something was wrong, and that the little square, which had just been bustling with activity, had become so bleak before it was completely dark.

A breeze blew through the face towel on his face, and after a brief silence, he laughed a few times in relief.

"Since no one is looking, call it a day, the oil and water in this hellish place are almost squeezed." Before the commander could finish speaking, the roar of the bell tower suddenly came from the other end of the town, the sound was low and powerful, like the breath of a sleeping giant.

The bells echoed over the town, and the fog fluctuated, sometimes clear and sometimes faint, as if to suggest that something was coming. Everyone looked in the direction from which the bell came, and everyone's hearts couldn't help but be nervous, but no one expressed their uneasiness.

After a while, the bell was gone, and there was no sign of any living person in the town, except for the faint houses and fog, and everything around was frighteningly silent, but nothing happened.

"It looks like the fog won't be able to disperse today." Claudius, the head of the regiment, muttered, picked up his dear stick and walked towards his exclusive car.

"Pack up and get into the wagon, get the wagon to the edge of town, and we'll leave as soon as the fog clears."

As soon as the head of the regiment spoke, all the members moved one after another. Cesare and Anya glanced at each other, and when they saw Anya's smile as usual, they were more or less comforted in their hearts, and the two followed the others into the carriage and went to the border of the town.

On the way, it seemed that the songs of children still echoed in the fog.

"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 family lined up ......"

As the convoy moved away from the center of town, the song drifted away and finally drowned in the fog.

When night fell and the stars filled the sky, the convoy had already picked a place and temporarily stationed there, and the fog had dispersed much more than in the daytime, at least the moonlight could reach the ground, so that it seemed that it could continue to set off early tomorrow morning.

The streets of Foggy Village were damp and cold, no warmer than in the forest, and the misty roadside was dimly lit by a few unburned oil lamps, and the flames were flickering and dying.

They were on the border between the town and the forest, and the trees in front of them and the houses behind them were all hidden in the mist, silently observing them like ghosts.

The long nights were cold and unforgiving, and no one wanted to spend a hard night in their wakefulness. The members of the convoy lay down in their tents, wrapped themselves in blankets, and fell asleep early.

Judging by the distance, I will be able to see the Count tomorrow, and this journey home has never been easy, but it is still worth rejoicing that it is finally coming to an end, and the matter of herbs is about to usher in new progress.

But if... Herbs don't work on Closia...... Realizing that he was starting to be useless again, Cesare patted his head, tried to empty his mind, and hurried to sleep, tomorrow was the most important day.

What Cesare didn't know was that Anya, who had been lying beside him after he fell asleep, didn't fall asleep for a long time. Anya sat up quietly, her light body didn't make a sound, she picked up the saber she was carrying, and gently stroked the carved pattern on it.

According to the agreement, this sword will no longer belong to him tomorrow, just like an old friend who has been with him for a long time has finally come to the moment when he has to separate, how can he be willing to give it up, but Anya's expression is not regretful, only pure sadness.

"Say goodbye to old friends." Anya smiled and whispered to herself, a reluctant tear sliding down her cheek like a crystal pearl and landing on the scabbard. Then he slowly raised the sword and pressed it against his face.

"I love you daddy......"

Sapphire-like eyes glistened with tears, but sadness lingered only for a moment on Anya's face, and the girl soon showed a strong smile. The pain of loss is certainly heartbreaking, but it is this sadness that happens to be the proof that you once had a good time.

Anya remembered the day her father gave the sword to herself as a biological gift, and the adventures she had had with it, clinging to its scabbard as if two friends were against each other's foreheads.

Tears hung down her cheeks, but Anya couldn't help but laugh.

The final goodbye was not over, and Anya suddenly moved her ears keenly, catching the faint sound of the flute in the drifting fog, the sound was faint and melodious, unreal as if it were a hallucination.

Raising her hand to wipe the tears from the corners of her eyes, and putting the saber back on her waist, Anya got up and was about to get out of the tent to go out to have a look, when she looked back at the sleeping Cesare, tilted her head and hesitated, and finally couldn't bear to wake up her companion, and walked out alone.

The two carriages of the convoy are landmarked, and the tents of the convoy members are pitched on the left side of the front of the car, and the eerie sound of the whistle comes from the right.

Ann's light steps were like a cat walking on tiptoe, and her posture was as soft as a cat, avoiding the fallen leaves and branches on the ground, and every step was silent, and soon she hid behind the carriage and playfully poked her head out to look in the direction where the flute came from.

An oil lamp burns to dispel the darkness and fog around it, and next to the oil lamp stands a familiar man, Claudius. The circus is hiding too many secrets, and these are closely related to their leader, and Anya is not surprised by Claudius's sneaky behavior, and even begins to wonder what kind of secrets he is hiding.

The head of the regiment, Claudius, faced in the direction of the town, holding a flute and playing a strange tune, and the light of the oil lamp shone on him, reflecting the shadow of the devil in the fog.

The flute is melodious, and the sound is as low as a sleeping tone, but there are sharp notes, as if there is something evil hidden in the flute.

Anya didn't understand what he was doing for a while, was he just playing the flute to pass the time?

The eerie sound of a flute drifted from the fog into the depths of the town, as if beckoning something to come.

It's like responding to the sound of a whistle.

Countless footsteps echoed in the fog, very soft, like the voices of a group of children, and the direction of the town was already shrouded in darkness and it was impossible to see anything, except for a few small dark shadows faintly imprinted in the dense fog nearby.

Suddenly, a group of children came out of the fog from the direction of the street, a boy in tattered clothes, a girl in a rudimentary pajamas, and children from all over the house, some of whom Anya had met during the day.

But at this time, they seemed to be hypnotized, their faces were expressionless, their eyes were empty, as if they had lost their souls.

Anya opened her mouth slightly in surprise, her eyes swept over the children one by one, and then looked at the head of the group.

Claudius was still playing the flute, and he squinted his golden eyes at the children who kept walking towards him without the slightest surprise, and his body rose and fell with the rhythm, as if he was intoxicated.

The sound of the flute tugs at the children's bodies, making them move stiffly as if they were sleepwalking, and the children walk along the street holding hands in a line, as if they are still singing in a low voice.

Their faces were as strange as the sound of a flute, like a group of marionettes without any life, and they walked silently to the side of Claudius, the regimental leader.

They held hands with each other in a big circle, and each child swayed from side to side to the music, as if waiting for the next command.

What Anya saw made the fog of the night extremely eerie.

The children were undoubtedly hypnotized by the sound of the flute, but why did Claudius, the head of the regiment, do this?

Anya tapped her finger on the side of her face, thinking of the child laborers in the convoy who had their tongues cut out......

The child laborers were not bought by Claudius, but were abducted from the towns in this way? That's why they need to cut out their tongues so that they don't scream when they wake up......

"What are you doing, Mr. Claudius?"

Anya didn't want to see her conjecture come true, and if she was wrong, then she was desperate to know the truth now.

The red-haired girl stepped out of the back of the carriage without fear and looked directly at Captain Claudius, who stood in the light of the oil lamp and smiled politely, like an ordinary evening greeting.

But the slender hand had unconsciously grasped the hilt of the sword at his waist, ready to unsheath it at any moment.

The sound of the flute stopped, and with a flick of his hand, the head of Claudius deformed the flute in his hand, and a pair of black eyes and a cracked mouth suddenly appeared at the end of the flute, and the snake hyacinth made a "hiss-" sound.

The flute turned into a viper, wrapping around Claudius's arm, and eventually snaking to the leader's waist and turning back into the leather whip he carried with him.

"Something that shouldn't have been mixed in...... Captain Claudius whispered with his eyelids down.

The disappearance of the flute also brought the surrounding children back to their senses in an instant, they looked at each other and didn't know why they were here, the crying and screaming were upset, some were so frightened that they sat in place, and some had already begun to try to escape from here.

In the midst of the chaos and chaos, only Anya and the head of the regiment confronted each other and stood still. The golden eyes showed a fierce light, the head of the regiment's pupils stood up like a snake, and the sense of oppression that came to her face made Anya turn her wrist, and the moment the blade came out of the sheath, it shone coldly.

Even though the atmosphere was tense enough to suffocate at this time, Anya asked mischievously. "What's the matter, sir? Wasn't it time for me to come? ”

Captain Claudius sneered.

"You? Hum... Don't be stupid dear, the threat you bring isn't enough to make me nervous. Claudius shook her head, his gaze was not on Anya, but at the darkness behind Anya, as if there were other uninvited guests coming besides the girl.

"As a gentleman, I kindly remind you that there seems to be something unclean in the fog that I have lured in, and this... It's not part of my plan......"