It was late at night.

South of Severa, among the reeds by the river, three figures crept out.

Snowton's sentry didn't react all the way through the place, apparently having received orders from his boss in advance, so he remained unusually silent.

Eubiano, who was walking first, stopped and made a "pause" gesture. Allegri, draped in a wide cloak, looked up from under his hood to the towering walls of Severa, hundreds of paces away. A tall, tall warrior was guarded by his side, also wearing a black cloak with the brim pulled down, revealing only a pale stubble chin.

Above the city, every hundred paces, there is a special wind lantern. Patrolling soldiers walked back and forth, not daring to slack off, after all, the enemy was outside the city and could attack at any moment.

Eupiano squinted slightly, discerning the lights on the city's head. On one of the pillars, two wind lanterns were hung, and the firelight was extraordinarily bright, while the lights on both sides were much dimmer, probably deliberately twisted the wick.

"This way. Jubiano's lips moved slightly, and he greeted in a soft voice. The three of them bent down and cautiously touched forward. The black lights and the uneven ground made it difficult for them to walk. However, due to the fact that there is a natural river running through the south of Severa, it is difficult for the besieging army to form a formation, so the defenses on this side are the most rudimentary.

Walking in the open space between the city and the river, Allegri always felt a chill down his spine. He tried his best to suppress the rapid heartbeat, and subconsciously lowered his body. You must know that once they are discovered by the enemy here, they can't even find a place to hide, and under the fire of thousands of arrows, they can only hate on the spot.

On the contrary, it was the warrior behind him, walking calmly. Calm as usual, it seems that the external qiē cannot affect its firm heart.

The moat in the south of the city is a world of difference compared to the north of the city, like a stinky ditch with silt piled up. Eupiano led the two around for a moment, and motioned for them to follow him into the water. Buried piles in advance. Only a foot away from the water, the three of them waded across the moat and reached the bottom of the city walls.

And above their heads, there was a dim wind lamp, and the soldiers on duty nearby were lazily leaning against the battlements, looking absent-minded.

Jubiano groped for a moment with the wall, pinching a tinsel that was invisible. He tugged lightly, three times. Fang let go and retreated, patiently waiting for the reaction of the city.

At the same time, in the city tower, which was only more than 20 meters away in a straight line, the silver bell suddenly rang. Viscount Reims, who closed his eyes and took a nap, bounced up like an electric shock, he hesitated for a while, but still led a few personal soldiers and walked out of the door.

Soldiers on patrol casually. Viscount Reims stood on top of the city wall and looked down. The dark, dreary shadow writhed and writhed like a beast, as if it wanted to swallow him down.

Do you really want to take this step? Betraying the Lord of Light, betraying his homeland Ian, following the Grand Duke of Wine and Meat, and throwing himself into the arms of the Snowton Empire?

Moreover. Lance knew that even Grand Duke Ian himself was in a state of swaying from side to side. Just this afternoon, he vaguely asked if he could call Yubiano back.

This stupid guy. Don't you understand the truth that "it is difficult to recover when the water is overcome"? And how smart will you be if you choose to follow this fool?

The young viscount shook his head and let out a cloudy breath. He stood on the wall as if he were standing on the edge of a cliff, and if he took one more step, he would fall into the abyss.

Then, turning his head, he waved his hand and ordered, "Put the rope basket." ”

In the sound of squeaking and rubbing, wooden baskets tied to thick hemp ropes slowly descended from the top of the city.

Lance had already made his decision, and it was Allegri's turn to make the choice.

If they are outside the city walls, they are considered to be dead, then once they enter the city, even the only remaining glimmer of life will be gone.

The rope basket stopped precisely in front of the three of them, maintaining a height that could be stepped in by lifting their feet. Jubiano was the first to enter, making a gesture of invitation, and Allegri took a deep breath and, along with the guards beside him, boarded the trembling wooden rope basket.

At this point, what is the need to hesitate? When he took this matter on his body, he was ready to make a fortune, and if he succeeded, he would soar, and if he failed, he would start from scratch.

Not to mention...... Not to mention......

He glanced at the guard beside him, smiling silently. Once the two of them were still on their feet, Eubiano pulled the rope, and it wasn't long before the basket slowly began to rise.

Allegri felt the cool breeze blowing across his face, and his mind was in a trance, and he inexplicably remembered what it was like to ride a sightseeing elevator in his previous life. The ground was getting farther and farther away, and the rope baskets kept crashing against the city walls, and then bounced away gently, even bumping up and down, as if if they were not careful, they would fall down and break into three balls of meatloaf.

At this moment, the warrior's feet sank, and he actually froze the swinging wooden basket. Jubiano glanced at him in surprise, he didn't expect the guards sent by King Nacini to be so strong.

At last, only the last strand of rope was left around the pulley, and their heads exposed the wall, and their shoulders showed the wall, until their waists, abdomen, and knees, and the upward momentum ceased completely.

The walls on both sides were empty, and there was only Viscount Reims and a few loyal soldiers in front of him. One of the soldiers fastened the clasp, while the other two soldiers pulled the basket as close to the wall as possible to make it easier for them to walk up to the top of the city.

"Sir, I'm back. Jubiano stepped forward and saluted solemnly. Lance hurriedly helped him up, the retainer left by his father to him, the most skilled warrior in the family, and his most trusted confidant.

"Your Excellency," Viscount Reims turned to Allegri, who for a moment was unrecognizable, and bowed to his chest in a knightly salute and whispered, "It's not safe here, please come with me." ”

The group hurried into the nearby castle tower, where there was a stairway leading to the city. Before entering the carriage prepared in advance, they were all silent so as not to reveal their whereabouts.

"His Royal Highness the Grand Duke is waiting in the palace, let's ...... right away Allegri?" In the middle of the carriage, Lance stopped abruptly and looked at the other side in disbelief.

"It's been good for years?" Allegri greeted with a smile as he removed his hood.

"The color of your eyes has changed, they used to be black," Lance replied familiarly, and immediately pointed to the warrior next to him, and asked casually, "Who is this gentleman?"

"Guard, Nacho. A deep voice came from under the hood, and it was a disappointing answer.

Grand Duke Ian, however, was a good-looking and moody fellow, and if he were only an earl, he might well feel offended.

... (To be continued......)

PS: (First update.) ）