A man, a lonely figure, a layer of entwined iron shackles, bound to a thin body. The afterglow of the sun stretched the shadow of the lonely traveler, and the thin ankles stepped on the sandy and salt ground of the farmer's salt drying step by step.

There were no beads of sweat, this young man was so thin that he couldn't even shed a drop of sweat, and his skin was tanned by the scorching sun by the seaside, as if he had been exposed to the sun like this for many years. His thin body seemed to be blown away by a sea array, and the thick iron shackles made of stainless steel made his thin body like a candle in the wind, which could be crushed by the weight of the iron shackles at any time. But even so, the young man carried an incredible thing on his back, a large black and heavy sarcophagus.

The sarcophagus is black, pitch black as ink, and it is depicted with dark gold fine lines, and when you look closely, it turns out to be a dark gold metal, like a picture with deep meaning. The sarcophagus was half a section taller than the man carrying the coffin, wide at the top and narrow at the bottom, like an irregular circle without edges and corners, and the iron chains wrapped around it tied it firmly to the young man. There are deep carvings on the surface of the coffin, and the texture is also plated with dark gold metal depictions, and two horns protrude from the coffin in the upper middle position, like a bull-headed ghost face, which is terrifying.

The young man carried the coffin of such a monster on his back and walked step by step, the heavy coffin stone was dragged on the ground, pressing out deep drag marks, and the farmers beside the salt field watched such a young man walk slowly, surprised, puzzled, and discussed......

In the blink of an eye, it was a sunny day, and the comfortable seaside climate made the seaside city of Baikal full of joy and vitality. On the docks, boxes of oranges and wine were packed onto the ship. The laborers in charge of loading, the foreman supervising the cigarettes, the sailors who accosted the girls on the docks, and the officials of the ship's union, all kinds of people gathered on the dock streets, doing all kinds of things.

Several Flosser dwarves with big arms and beards were arguing about something, and none of them seemed to be convinced, and they were about to fight, when they ......

Bars are the most indispensable public places everywhere, especially in a dock area, where sailors returning from a long voyage or about to resist are most comfortable to have a drink in such a pub. Have a chat with your peers or beautiful women. Most of these bars are smoky. It is full of people who live at the bottom of society, people who are uninhibited and can drink with any stranger. They can scold. Say the worst thing to hear. Such a place is full of the most authentic portrayal, the most breath of life.

"Hey beauty, I think you're familiar. Would you like to have a drink together?" A drunken young man walked to a table in the corner with half a glass of brown liquid in his hand, he looked at the silver-haired beauty in front of him and suddenly smiled: "It turned out that you were still a little girl, looking at your figure and dress, I thought it was a beauty." ”

"Isn't the little girl beautiful?" The silver-haired girl has silver snow hair that reaches to her waist, fair skin, a childish face, long eyelashes, large black eyes, delicate lips painted with a faint purple-gray paste with silver highlights, and a petite nose breathing a subtle fragrance, even in such a filthy environment, the person across the table can smell it. She was dressed in black tones, and the white trim formed the most striking contrast. The collar was raised high, and a silver chain was locked from her chest to the metal armring of the same color that she had avoided on her right, and it shone with an unusually shiny glow.

She sat alone on a dirty, old wooden bar chair in a grown-up fashion, with a black buckle tied to a silver ring on her delicate waist. She folded her legs, and the long hem of the legs under the waist button revealed the same black leggings underneath, and the long black leather boots and high soles set off her seductive long legs mysteriously and nobly.

She gently stretched out her hand and held up a transparent wine glass on the table, her hand was as white as the skin on her face, the same tender, as white as snow, but it was painted with seductive black nails that glittered silver, seemingly weak and boneless, but full of young and lazy temptation.

The young drinker felt that this girl was a little cherry that was ripening and waiting to be picked, and it would be a great aftertaste. He quickly changed his previous vulgar tone, and said slowly in a somewhat mature magnetic voice: "I said the wrong thing, a girl like you, just a beautiful word to describe it feels that your temperament and appearance have been tarnished." ”

"You're really good at talking. The silver-haired girl's lips were pursed on the transparent wine glass, and the purple wine juice flowed into the girl's throat like an aphrodisiac medicine, but it aroused the love of the young drinker.

The young drinker forced a fire that rose in his belly, moistened his lips with whiskey in his glass, and asked: "Girl, you don't look like a local, I see that you have been sitting alone in the tavern for a long time, and there are no companions to look for, are you traveling to Baikal alone?"

"Yes, I am alone, and I am from out of town. When she said this, the silver-haired girl looked at each other with a pair of big eyes, with a bit of a vague smile in her eyes, as if she was teasing and seducing.

The young drinker was furious when he saw this, and immediately said: "Girl, you are so beautiful, and it is really unsafe to travel alone, why don't you go to me, I can protect you well, like this kind of inferior bar with mixed characters, maybe there will be some wicked and bad people who want to beat you up and take advantage of you." ”

Such words are frivolous, and anyone can understand the meaning. The silver-haired girl put down her glass, leaned her face to the drinker, and whispered with a smile, "I just hope that bad guy won't be you." Giggle......"

Out of the bar, the silver-haired girl was about to leave with the drinkers, when suddenly the people in the distance at the end of the street exclaimed, and the busy people nearby looked at each other, and they were so surprised that they opened their mouths and couldn't close them.

"It's a red tide, it's a red tide, it's a red tide of blood mist! Look, everyone, the red tide of blood mist is coming. ”

With a few exclamations, the surrounding people, whether they were crew members and seamen, or ordinary people, shopkeepers cheered. They danced and shouted, and everyone was happy and excited, even the three Flosser dwarves who were about to fight over an argument were delighted by the spectacle.

Haha, this is the second time I've seen a red tide of blood mist. Great, come on, come on......"

People who knew it were cheered, and people who were surprised by the unsuspecting travelers. The silver-haired girl watched the red tide of blood mist rolling in the sky, and in a short time it was overwhelming, covering the sky above the city and the entire sky.

"This is the blood mist red tide?" The silver-haired girl had obviously seen such a strange landscape for the first time, and before she could figure out what was going on, she could smell a rich and refreshing floral fragrance coming to her nose: "Well, a good fragrance of flowers, rich but not heavy, and it seems to be mixed with the fragrance of branches and leaves." What kind of floral fragrance is this? What's going on with this red tide of blood mist?"

Gradually, the red tide spread in the sky slowly drifted down, and the silver-haired girl saw that the people nearby were happily bathed in this 'blood rain', and she unconsciously opened her arms and waited for the baptism of blood mist.

The young drinker next to him saw the girl like this, and said with a smile: "You must be the first time you have seen the blood mist red tide, the first time you see people, it will always be very novel, especially a little girl like you." ”

The silver-haired girl caught the blood mist that was constantly falling from the sky with her hand, and took a closer look: "It turned out to be the powder of flower petals, but how could so many petal powder fly into the sky, and form such a landscape of blood mist and red tide?" She turned to the young drinker and said, "Listen to what you mean, you've seen it before?" I heard that the time of each time the blood mist red tide comes is not fixed. ”

"Yes," said the young drinker, "the last time there was a red tide of blood mist in Belga was five years ago. The Red Tide of Blood Mist appeared at a different time, without warning, and it is said that the shortest one was seven months apart, and the longest one was more than twenty years apart. Because this peculiar spectacle is only found in the Baikal region of Edria, Baikal is like a carnival after each appearance, which is considered a sign of God's blessing and will be reveled throughout the city for the next three days. Saying that, the young drinker was also very excited: "Haha, this time it's lively, the carnival in the city is an innumerable fun thing, little girl, you can also enjoy the fun of enjoying the carnival." ”

"yes, there's something fun going on now. But......" said the silver-haired girl with a smile, but the words in her mouth turned stern and cold, "But your good days are over!"

Seeing the sudden change in the expression on her face, the young drinker was very surprised and wondered, and asked in a condensed voice, "What do you mean?"

The silver-haired girl said, "Originally, I wanted to tease you again, but now that such an interesting thing has happened, I don't bother to tease you anymore." As he spoke, he tossed a piece of paper from his pocket and threw it in the young drinker's face.

The young drinker's face changed dramatically when he looked at the contents of the wanted list, and he exclaimed, "Who the hell are you?!"

The silver-haired girl said word by word: "Eisen Pillo, you are suspected of robbery and murder, killing 14 magistrates in various places, and participating in six cases of robbery and murder of business travelers, I am wanted by the government of Adria, and I will arrest you with the order!"

The corners of the young drinker's eyes couldn't help but tremble, and he forced a smile and said, "Little ...... Little girl, I think you are the wrong person, the image of the person on this wanted notice is not the same as mine. ”

"Really?" the silver-haired girl suddenly tore at him in the face.

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