After leaving the city, Motriti couldn't hold back anymore at this time, she knocked on the door of the cargo box, and the nobleman let her out.

"Thank you. Motriti said casually.

Of course, the aristocracy would not have understood how much gratitude this simple word contained.

"I'll let my coachmen and guards know you're here, okay?" the nobleman asked a pauper-looking man for advice.

Not to mention the others, Ricky had seen it, and that kind of dress was not much different from himself, which showed how big the people who searched for Motriti were.

"Yes. ”

The nobleman did not intend to tell them at once the fact that Motriti was here, and perhaps they would all know it as soon as the news of their conversation spread. In addition, with the extra person in the carriage, the journey may not be so boring.

"Are you being hunted down?" the nobleman asked.

"That's just my past. Motriti replied.

The nobleman smiled, "That's an interesting answer. What is it called, where did it come from, and what are you going to do in the kingdom of Slom?"

"Little Shadow. Motriti looked at the ground inside the carriage, "I'm from the past, and I'm going to the kingdom of Slom in search of the future. ”

The nobleman looked at Motriti, smiled again, and shook his head, "Don't think I can't see it, you're not easy. ”

Motrite looked back at the nobleman's gaze.

The carriage was slightly bumpy, and the nobleman was still smiling at Motriti, as if Motriti had already been a person he had seen through in front of him.

After staring at it for a long time, the nobleman frowned and said, "You shouldn't be dressed like this." ”

Motriti looked away, she would be very uncomfortable to be stared at by someone for a long time, no matter who it was.

Is this what she wants? That's all she can do to keep people from seeking.

"I mean," added the nobleman, as if fearing that Motriti would misunderstand, "if there is a better outfit, they will suit you better, I say...... I'll buy you a new outfit when I get the chance. ”

"No, I'm able to make my own money. ”

"I ...... All right. ”

The aristocracy found himself beginning to be a little incoherent. He admits that, leaving aside Motriti's roughness—though she may have been forced to do so—she was mysterious, and that mystery was like an unfathomable pond in which he had unknowingly been plunged.

"I'm going to sleep—" Just as the nobleman was observing Motriti's interval, Motriti suddenly said, she got up and faced the nobleman face to face, and looked at him for a long time, he was stunned for a moment before he reacted, Motriti asked him to get out of the way before she could climb into the container.

The nobleman subconsciously moved to the side, and Motriti moved very quickly, got into it in a few clicks, and closed the door by himself.

After a long while, the nobleman came back to his senses and said, "Hey...... Xiaoying, didn't you say that the road would protect my safety?"

I didn't hear Motriti's response, and I didn't know if I was deliberately ignoring him, or if I fell asleep too quickly.

Inside the cargo box, Motriti sat upright, looking at her nose and her nose, but after a while, she entered a meditative state.

Once the Assassins of the Veil of Phantoms meditated, they entered a world that had never been seen before.

It's empty, but it's full of things, and it's both warm and cold. To put it simply, it makes people feel the two sides of the same thing at the same time, you exist and you don't exist, you live and you die......

"Tell me, Omniscient Oracle, how can I hide the aura of the Relic Contractor in myself?" Motriti asked in such a contradictory world.

"Akturau plateau. A deep voice said, "You go and seek the help of the tribe there." ”

After two sentences, no more sound came.

But such an answer is enough for Motriti.

The Akturau Plateau, far away, at the western end of the continent. It would take a week to travel by carriage from Sunny Snow City to the neighboring kingdom of Slom, and in the middle of the road to the Akturau plateau, there are many countries that are separated.

After continuing to stay in the meditation world for a while, recovering his physical strength and energy, he woke up from the meditation state, it was late at night, the carriage was still bumping, and it seemed that the coachman outside had no intention of stopping.

Motriti opened a small crack in the door of the crate, and glanced out, the nobleman was asleep, and he slept soundly, and the snoring resounded in the sky. Fortunately, the nobleman's body did not block Motriti's way out, and Motriti got out of the cargo box, went to the carriage, and sat opposite the nobleman.

After meditating, Motriti didn't need to sleep, the rest of the journey would be extremely boring for her, and the kingdom of Slom would not be the end, just a small resting stop.

If there was really a way to hide the aura of the relic contractor on his body, wouldn't the Radiant Alliance enter as much as he wanted!

Thinking back, looking at the sleeping nobleman, Motriti didn't even inquire about his identity, or since he was out of Sunny Snow City, he would have slipped away......?

"Boom!!"

The carriage shook violently, and the wheels rolled against a large rock, and the nobleman suddenly woke up.

Damn it.

If she had to escape, it was completely within Motriti's power to kill all the people here, but Motriti never killed innocent people who were not a threat to her.

When the nobleman saw that Motriti had come out by herself, he didn't make a fuss, muttered a few times, and continued to squint and go to sleep.

People are so frightened that it will take some time to fall asleep again. Motriti waited patiently, pinched the right time, and glanced up at the nobleman's face, and his eyelids did not move, indicating that he was asleep again.

Be sure to slip away this time.

Motriti touched the curtain of the car, and finally made sure that the nobleman was really asleep, and Motriti lifted the curtain lightly-

"Robbery!"

Seven or eight men suddenly burst out of the darkness, and even the coachman with his lamp could only illuminate their weapons, so that only seven or eight knives could be seen flying towards them.

The coachman immediately stopped his horse, and several thugs next to him immediately became involved with the bandits who came over, and the sound of crackling swords sounded.

Motriti shook her head, this plot is really bloody, is it that if you take a long-distance carriage, you will definitely meet robbers, is this the day that won't let her slip away? Also, what age is it, how can you shout in advance about robbery?

However, looking at the luxury of this carriage, it is really a robbery.

The nobleman woke up again, and at first he was a little dazed, until he heard the movement outside and realized what had happened.

Surprisingly, the nobleman was extremely calm, although he no longer continued to sleep, but he did not panic, and sat in place calmly. He seemed to trust the guards guarding outside the carriage in particular, and it was not a problem to deal with a few bandits.

Motriti looked at him in a daze, holding up her half-lifted curtain.

Has this alertness been eaten by dogs?

Outside, there was the sound of people screaming, weapons falling to the ground, and the sound of human bodies falling to the ground, and after a while, it was a little quieter outside.

The result was already obvious, but the nobles were still sitting indifferent.

Outside, the sound of clothes being lifted and groping and metal colliding with each other began to be heard.

Isn't that obvious enough?!

The aristocracy finally realized that something was wrong. It was not the bandits who were wiped out, but his guards.

It can't be, it won't be like this before, his guards, all of them are very strong.

“...... So strong?" The nobleman clenched his fists underneath, he began to panic, and when he saw that Motriti was still there, like a wooden statue, he couldn't help but say, "Hey, didn't you say that you would keep ......"

"Whoa!"

Before the words fell, Motriti disappeared with the car curtain, and one of the bandits under the car wrapped Motriti to death with the curtain pulled down, and the other two, one left and one right, broke into the carriage, and soon surrounded the nobles and forced them to a dead end.

After the curtain was pulled down, the nobleman was able to bypass the two people who surrounded him and see some of the outside world. Motriti had been dragged away, and the first thing that caught her eye when she moved away was the unsightly face of one of his guards.

In addition to these three, there are four or five out there waiting for an opportunity. I thought Xiaoying was so powerful, it seemed that he was really teasing him, and the nobleman felt that he was going to finish playing here today.

After saying that, the two robbers who broke into the carriage attacked left and right, ah, there was a female robber, the figure was really good, it turned out that there were such benefits in the summer.

What a fart, I'm going to die in the next second and I'm still in the mood to appreciate the beauty.

The nobleman had a sword hidden behind him, but in such a narrow space, he couldn't pull it out anyway. If you don't pull it out early, it's too late now.

The nobleman shrank back in horror, wishing he could fit into the crate, which was quite sturdy and could not be found without careful searching.

The two knives, one on the left and one on the right, stabbed at his two vital points respectively, as swift as lightning.

He saw death, and he seemed to know how his guards had died.

But he saw that the two tips of the knives stopped in front of the nobleman and stopped moving forward, and the two robbers who attacked him looked at each other with a blank of blood, and a mouthful of blood spilled out of their mouths, and then they were thrown out by Motriti left and right.

"Whew!" the two knives fell to the ground of the carriage.

"Isn't it hurt?" asked Motriti.

The nobleman had long been stunned, and even in such a dark environment, he could see his incomparably pale face.

There was no movement outside.

Motriti was still the same destitute as before, with messy hair, shabby clothes, no change at all, and not even a little blood on her body.

"No, no!" the nobleman reacted.