The dawn of dawn gradually peeked out from below the horizon, and the dark night sky seemed to be slowly opened, and the morning color cut through the dark sky, lighting up the world. The blizzard has stopped, and the fine snowflakes decorate every corner of the ancient elf town, and the silver light flashes in the clear dawn, dressing this dilapidated town in an extraordinarily delicate and brilliant way, like a dreamy fairy tale world.

The light that came through the crack in the ceiling shone right on Genora's fair face, his thick and slender eyelashes fluttered, he opened his eyes slightly, slowly sat up from the "bed" where several benches merged, stretched his somewhat stiff body, and habitually looked around.

Not far away, Beges had already pieced together the "bed" He rolled up and down to the ground, but he seemed to be unconscious, still immersed in sleep, snoring a few times from time to time, and wiping the saliva from the corners of his mouth very pleasantly; Angela lay quietly on the table, breathing evenly, her thick blanket covering her delicate body, her long eyelashes occasionally fluttering a few times, and her slightly protruding eyeballs swirling back and forth under her eyelids, and she must have fallen into a strange dream; Amen, the one who had consciously raised the vigil last night, sat on the bench with his huge body almost completely obscuring the not-so-small door, but the seemingly disproportionate bench will break off from the middle with a "click" at any moment, and his motionless back looks like a statue, a silent and dutiful night watchman!

Jenora stood up and slowly approached Yamen, he looked at the back of the behemoth in front of him, even if he was sitting, he was almost a little taller than Jenora, to say that there was such a Tarzan-like weight in this team, it was really inexplicable that he had an inexplicable sense of security, but he didn't know what he ate when he was a child, and he could have such a terrifying body...... Originally, Jenora wanted to tell Amen, who had been guarding all night, to rest, but when he walked around to Amen, he was surprised to find that in Amen's solemn face, the eyes were actually closed, the full lips opened and closed slightly, saliva overflowed the corners of his mouth, and then dripped to the ground. However, it is a miracle that his massive body still sits upright, standing like a mountain, and there is no sign of relaxation when seen from the back......

The corners of Jenora's forehead twitched slightly......

It's hard to imagine that such a group of guys, who don't seem to have the slightest sense of tension, form one of the most mysterious and potential troops in the Oslan Empire - the seventh team of the [Viper] Legion [Ice Wings]. The arrogant Bergess, the taciturn Amen, the petite and effeminate Angela, and the aloof, arrogant Janora, and of course there are two other heavyweights - Captain Eisen and Vice Captain Arya.

"Good morning!" the young man at the inn had returned from chopping wood in the nearby forest, and he greeted Jenora who was standing outside the door with a warm face, although the events of last night were still close at hand, but the young man was not at all afraid of Janora and his party.

"Good morning!" Jenora smiled faintly.

"By the way, the Marquis of Glien has already headed for the Eldas Mountains with his mercenaries early in the morning, and I think I can free up a few spare rooms for Mr. today. ”

"yes, thank you so much!"

In the days that followed, there were no more large caravans in the inn, and Jenora and the others were quiet.

Angela occasionally sat on the windowsill and looked out over the snow-capped mountains in the distance, or along the river that crossed the town to watch the couples strolling hand in hand; Amen spent most of his time sleeping, in his words, to stay in better shape for any eventuality; Genora still preferred a quieter and more relaxed atmosphere, spending most of his time in his room, occasionally flipping through a brief history of the local area he had brought from the inn; Berges was clearly the most lonely of the group, and he almost never stayed in the inn except when he ate and slept, and did not go to the forest to the east of the town to catch hares, is to wander the town's riverbank for fishing, and sometimes you will be attracted by the street lined with vendors selling their wares. However, the hare and fish were not caught, but they attracted many young girls in the town, and in such a remote town, there was no boy with a handsome face and a well-dressed dress like Bergess, not to mention that Bergess's agile figure was always so striking when he appeared on the streets of the town. So, I don't know when a group of brightly dressed girls often circled around the post station. For this matter, Beges was also very helpless, and in the face of Jenora's questioning, he could only shrug his shoulders helplessly, and said, you can't blame me for being naturally beautiful, right?!

At night, it was as dark as iron, and the starlight in the sky hid deep behind the heavy dark clouds. The cold breath of early winter, accompanied by the cold rain and snow that fell down, enveloped the entire ancient elf town in an endless and cold and damp darkness.

It had been five full days since Jenora and the others first arrived in Ancient Elf Town, and today was also the deadline for Jenora and the others to meet with Aisen.

Then Eisen didn't show up until nightfall......

The cold rain and snow outside the window fell from the dark and oppressive sky, and from time to time it beat against the window of the inn balcony, making a crisp sound, and the wind crept in through the gap in the middle of the window, trying to bring the chill of early winter to the warmer room, but it was all in vain, the fire in the fireplace burned diligently, and the hot breath emanated with the curling light smoke, enveloping the small space in a warm orange light.

But......

An oppressive atmosphere pervades this warm space. The silent four could almost clearly hear each other's heavy breathing and low heartbeats in the silence, and this slow and tense frequency echoed in the air repeatedly, as if making the air viscous, as if even the massless air began to become heavier.

"Not yet...... Come on?" Jenora turned to look at Angela, who was sitting closest to the windowsill, and there was a faint worry on his face.

"No, I can't feel the soul power of the captain and vice-captain at all......" Angela hesitated for a moment and said slowly.

"Captain, vice-captain this time......" Bergis lay on the large sofa, slowly opened his eyes, and there was a trace of imperceptible doubt in his lazy expression, "What kind of mission are you going to perform......"

"I don't know the specifics. Jenora's eyes flickered, "Before leaving, he only told us to wait for him at the post station in the town of the Ancient Elves, and did not mention the task he was going to perform for the temporary change of route......"

"He said he was going to meet someone, right?" said Angela uncertainly, "but with the captain's character, since the time of the meeting has been determined, then he will definitely abide by this time, unless he ......"

"Unless it's something that makes him particularly tricky!" Bergis said lightly the worry in Angela's heart, and said with some disapproval, "But with the strength of the captain, what kind of tricky problem can make him unable to get out of it?"

Time is passing minute by minute, without the slightest attachment and reluctance......

In the dark of night, a carriage sped along the official road leading to the town of the ancient elves, cutting through the majestic rain curtain.

"Are they the people of the Cesslia Holy Cult?" In the bumpy carriage, Wren's grim face was a little trance in the shaking firelight.

"Yes, their identity is the black-robed messenger. Eisen replied.

"Black-robed emissary?" Wren looked up in surprise.

"I'm surprised, isn't it, it's not surprising that you don't know, because the black-robed envoy itself is not a public group. Arya retracted her gaze from the window and landed on Wren with a confused face, "The Holy Cult of Cesslia is actually divided into three branches, among which the well-known to the public is the white-robed messengers, who are stationed in churches everywhere to preach, solve doubts, and guide, which is the solemn and sacred appearance of the Holy Religion. Hidden behind the white robe are the red-robed messengers, who do not have many opportunities to appear in the public eye, and there are even many people who are unaware of their existence, and the purpose of their existence is to arrest and judge those infidels. If the result of the trial is defined as the death penalty, then the executioner is needed, and the black-robed messenger lurking at the bottom is the final executioner, so the ordinary people do not know that they exist, they represent the dark side of the Holy Religion, you can also see them as the army of the Holy Religion, eliminating all dissidents by any means, defending and consolidating the status and power of the Holy Religion in Osland. ”

"And is my mother also a heretic?" Wren's gaze trembled slightly, an incomprehensible expression in his gaze.

"In addition to the infidels who have been sentenced to death, the targets of the black-robed emissaries include all individuals or forces, and even nations, that the Holy Religion deems to threaten their position and power. Arya's voice lowered a few tones, and she looked at Wren again and again before continuing, "I don't know if your mother is a heretic or not, but from the fact that she has been hunted down by the black-robed emissary for so many years, it is clear that the Holy Sect has judged her to be the object that must be eradicated, and her existence, or your existence, will greatly threaten the Holy Sect. ”