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The moon has slowly set. )

The slight vibration of the rattling broke the silence of the night, the source of the sound, a half-old carriage crossed the central street, turned into the lane of Morin Road, the horse's hooves beat the journey tiredly, the bumpy and rocky road, so that the bell on the carriage that had lost its core hit the bracket with a tinkling sound, all the way awakened the sleep of countless dogs, making them roar unpleasantly.

The noisy road finally came to an end in the center of the path, and after passing through the simple wooden door, the door opened, and a figure laboriously spat out.

"Chop the badgers, which are roasted over a slow fire, and sprinkle them in mashed potatoes with oats...... No, this should only be used as a side dish. ”

"Eggs with cheese, spiny lion meat and fried tomatoes; A patty made from the meat, peas, and turnips of Loothmon's meat, peas, and turnips...... It's stupid to fit this one. ”

"How about a scorpion lion wing root meat with black peppers and cloves to make the flesh tender? This seems like a good six-cooked roast meat wrapped in the leaves of a sheep's tooth plant and roasted in an earthen oven; Large ants dipped in peanut oil and spices, roasted, crushed and rolled into balls and fried over high heat; Sardine salad, strawberry banana tart......

As soon as he stepped on the ground, the poor carriage thrust upward, and seemed to tremble even the ground, and the shadow, almost half the size of a carriage, paused, and walked toward the house, but his mouth was chattering vigorously—his voice was not loud, but it was clear, and only the most professional gourmets could notice that he was saying the names of the dishes.

And it's something that civilians can't enjoy. The name of the most noble and delicious dish.

The dim lights of the house illuminated his round face, which was full of oil, and his head swayed slightly, and his jaw trembled with his constant whispering, almost unbuttoning a noble robe on his body, which looked a little funny, but when he pushed open the door. This feeling was completely suppressed in a roar.

"Damn, where have all the people gone? I ......"

The angry voice came to a halt before it could turn into a curse, and the air currents as the door opened shoved a nausea-inducing breath into the fat man's throat. It made him reflexively choke, and then it occurred to him that the smell was so familiar—like a corner of his daily work, when the pigs were slaughtered......

Bloody gas?

The thought flashed through his mind. But before that his eyes were wide, the entrance hall was empty, only on the candlestick in the center of the room, a little candle flame jumped, faintly reflecting seven or eight human figures in different postures, and in the nearest place, the tall handyman in the mansion was staring at him blankly,

Horribly ......

Because the distance between the two eyeballs was so wide, almost a foot-and the reason was that the face of the eyeball was now completely split. It drooped to the sides, revealing the sticky stuff inside that was mixed with black and red and white; Next to him appeared to be a maid, but her stomach had been cut open and her intestines were running all over the floor.

The brilliant blood still didn't seem to have dried up - it flowed, along the floor, along the walls. And this amount of blood was not something that the slender maid could provide. That's at least a feat that requires a few pigs, not a few people who can do it all......

The fat nobleman took a few steps back, turned his head, and opened his mouth wide,

However, the air in his sight shook like a wave.

"Ahh

The fat nobleman let out a scream that only a pig can only make when he was pierced in the throat by a butcher's knife, but he stepped back sharply into the room, and in the muffled sound of a table being knocked over, the round body shook and sat down on the ground with a grunt, and the weight made the hardwood floor let out an unbearable squeak......

The blood that had not yet dried up stuck to his body through his pants, but the fat man was unaware of it, and a light and shadow reflected in his wide eyes...... A slender, pale hand emerged from the air, and at the same time as this hand, there was a terrifying force that lifted his heavy body, which was comparable to two fat pigs, from the ground in one fell swoop

The air swayed, and with a blurred light, the gray shadows that swayed behind it were outlined...... The tall and lanky figure looked a little stiff, his body moving forward, not moving, more like floating out of thin air, but the robe, which had been shattered into countless silk tassels and strips of cloth, slowly fluttered as he moved, making him look more like a physical ghost. It's just that the gloomy gaze hidden under the darkness of the hood flickered, and it seemed that everyone knew his feelings in an instant.

Then the poor man in his eyes opened his eyes wide in horror, and his mouth opened wide, but he seemed to have lost the ability to speak, and could only make a trilling sound from his throat.

"You are Pigbarnsya, the head chef of His Majesty the King?" The flickering lights made the black shadows scurry under the hood, and the sound that blew out seemed to be frosty, and even a subtle layer of white gas could be seen. Not to mention the dryness and hoarseness in it, just listening to it makes the person being questioned want to cover his ears.

But now I can't take care of my ears.

"This ...... Yes, yes, yes, yes. ”

The chubby man's teeth were fighting, his throat seemed to be filled with sand, and his whole body was limp, but he still struggled to shake his head up and down, squeezing the words out of his throat.

He could not think of anything now, and the remnants of his thoughts told him that if he could not do what the man in front of him had instructed, there would surely be another corpse in the house, perhaps more terrible than that of a gardener, a maid, or a wife.

"Good. ”

The gray-robed man smiled—or rather, the corners of his mouth twitched.

At this time, the fat man noticed that there was another person behind him, and that person was slowly walking over, he was very fat, almost the fat body of two pigs, in a half-worn short robe, and the poor sub-suit was propped up, and the man seemed to have a little smile on his face, but he had thick eyebrows, small eyes, and a wide square face. It was ugly—of course, compared to the terrible gray-robed man, the smile was as gentle as an angel on a fresco.

But when he looked at him, the head chef of the palace always seemed to feel that something was a little strange......

However, the chaotic mind had long since lost any point, and there was no time - the next breath was the pale hand that slammed into his face

"Ahh

The fat man couldn't help but scream again.

The power in that hand is not small. But that's not the most important thing, the point is that it doesn't look like a human hand at all, and it doesn't even look like a living thing - it's as cold and hard as steel. And it was the kind of person who had been soaking in the ice cellar for days, and the terrible cold soaked his entire face in an instant, and his voice soon became weak. It's as if even my throat is frozen.

Still, there seems to be some feeling.

It felt very strange, he seemed to be able to feel his flesh flowing under that hand, but it didn't seem to be pain, but an indescribable coldness, the muscles on his whole face trembled, and then there was a thud, and the hand had been withdrawn, but the head chef of the palace widened his eyes, and noticed that there was something more in that hand.

Blood ran down a soft, leather-like thing. It kept dripping, but as if to make the fat man named Pyg see it, the gray-robed man reached out and pressed the fat man's face beside him again.

"Uh......"

Pig squeezed a strange sound out of his throat as he saw the man's hand twitch slightly. In a small thorn sound, the fat man's face was completely torn off with a layer of scarlet skin, and only the red muscles underneath, the white cheekbones, and two bulging bloodshot eyes could be seen

It was only then that Pig finally remembered that he should scream - he finally understood what the other man had just done......

His face was torn off like that, and his skin was obviously torn off just now

But the cry could no longer come out. There was no sound, as if there was a bottomless pit in his throat that had completely drained his raw voice, and he could only stare and watch quietly as the gray-robed man pressed his hand against the guy's face—with the other hand. There was also a trembling piece of flesh on it.

Is it your own cheek?

Pygbarnsia was terrified, he felt like he was almost fainting, but he could only watch the hand knead the face a few times, and then, a white light flashed, and when the hand was lowered, the face that had only muscles, veins and bones was restored, except for some blood scattered around, the face had begun to writhe, and a smile appeared.

"Do you remember what you should do?"

"Yes, my master ......"

The fat man's voice echoed in his ears, and the fat body of the head chef of the palace shook involuntarily

Because he knew what the strange feeling was at that moment.

The guy in front of him is exactly the same in height, body shape, and even hair color and pronunciation as him, and now he has his face again, then it is him who comes alive, and their purpose is to get his identity, and this method is definitely more ...... than ordinary makeup and the like

Strange thoughts burst out in his head, but the qiē in front of him blurred, and finally the blur turned into a dull gray......

Midsummer nights are always so short...... Three hourglasses later, the sun peeked out of a few dissipating clouds and missed the first rays of the morning.

Today's weather is surprisingly good, a light rain in the early morning makes the sky clear and clean, the sun is much lighter, the leaves outside the window are even greener, and the breeze immediately makes a pleasant rustling sound, which makes people feel happy.

And on every street in Romanty, crowds are gathering.

The flow of people gradually converges like a river, and the squares scattered throughout the city are like huge whirlpools in the river. The endless stream of people slowed down when they got there. People stop to stop because in the middle of these squares there is something that attracts them.

Rows of improvised sheds have now been erected in the middle of those little squares—long tables lined up with delicacies of all sorts of delicacies, and enticing aromas, the sweetness of wine already filling the air—though the sun in the sky is only beginning to give off its heat at this time of day. But the banquet has already begun.

People dressed in different festive costumes occupy every table and chair, and there are only a handful of opportunities to celebrate the feast even in such a big city, especially now with a free banquet that the whole country celebrates.

This is the grace that comes from the king's wedding......

Officials, petty traders, soldiers, and even homeless people can enter the feasts set up in the various squares with a word of blessing and feast in accordance with their status. Brown bread, cheese and butter, rare delicacies for civilians began to stir in everyone's hands. It was brought to the mouth, and then more were brought by the waiter.

On the grill in the center of each square, the whole fan of animal meat that has been grilled to gold exudes an enticing aroma. The wine in clay pots is passed backwards like a rack, and barrels of ale are tumbling between the feasts. People fill their glasses with fine wine, hold them high, and say toasts in various dialects.

"Praise be to our majesty, your generosity is matched only by the beauty of your wife......" "May their marriage be as strong as a stone, like ...... ...... gave birth to many children" "I wish His Majesty a happy marriage. "May the light of the Lord God bless them, day and night, and light their way. ”

In the streets, in the alleys, celebratory crowds sang loudly. There is always a lute in the procession, and the lyre player accompanies them; People's blessings resounded throughout the city, of course...... The praise of food in the congratulations is probably ten times more than the blessing of the newlyweds whom most people have never met......

Or, most deservingly, people deserve to be happy. It's because this kind of scene is just a foreshadowing of the next celebration.

However, it's like a corner of a castle where the sun doesn't shine...... Even though it is becoming a sea of joy, the ancient city of Romante still has a place of silence and silence.

On the walls of the Louvre, two knights were leaning on their posts. Holding his spear, he stood quietly.

Although they appear to be doing their duty, a closer look reveals that their eyes are always looking in one direction.

In the corner of the tower, a young mage is sitting on a chair, holding a crystal the size of a human head in his hand, and in the crystal, the light and shadow change, outlining a happy crowd.

The occasional laziness doesn't seem to blame them...... After all, in this time of celebration, not many people can control their beating hearts.

A light breeze blew through the ......

A half-asleep hound lying beside them suddenly raised its head and sniffed vigorously, but found nothing. It whimpered a little strangely, and looked around in vain with wide eyes—the space around it seemed to have become a little strange, a faint, diffuse mist that seemed to drift up from the shadows with the wind, moving slowly forward.

The dog let out two low barks, and shook its head, staring at the dim light, but saw nothing.

Only the sense of crisis that was getting closer and closer forced it, and the hairs on its back stood on end. But just as it stood up vigilantly, ready to bark, a vague shadow suddenly condensed from the invisible mist. If there is nothing, a hand gently pats it on the top of its head.

With a soft sound, a force shattered the brain in the skull, and the wolfdog went limp, and fell silently......

Click,

The two knights turned their heads keenly, but in their field of vision, there was only the dog, its head bowed, lying prone in the corner, and it seemed that it had only recovered from its previous slumber state.

This qiē happened extremely quickly and quietly, but at the moment when the two knights turned their heads at the same time, a faint mist drifted forward, and in the next instant, disappeared into the door beside the two guards. And when shrouded in that mist, there was no sound from the door's movements.

Behind the door was a long hallway, where the dark mist condensed and gradually formed a vague figure, leaning lightly against the corner of a wall that had been intended for defenders, and slowly crept in with a strange rhythm

Every inconspicuous nook and cranny of the corridor shimmered with a little bit of magic, placing almost all corners under the protection of the trap, and the imperceptible elemental aura and the intricate design of the mechanism that was extremely difficult to find unless special attention was paid to it, all reflected the mastery of the maker.

But the figure's movements were cautious and subtle, as if they had long been familiar with all the arrangements, moving slowly, but surely, one by one the traps began to slowly emit a glimmer of light because of their movements, but in the end they only stagnated in the vigilance before being triggered, and even hung high on the last door, the crystal magic eye that moved from time to time did not notice the sight of the few figures that were already visible to the naked eye.

With a slight click, the door was removed through a crack, and another figure ready to move turned into nothingness, burrowing through the narrow gap that was only the width of an adult's palm

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