The druids were best at tracking, Arthur summoned Hitler and ran wild, while Field turned into a night owl and rose high into the sky, submerging into the deep darkness.

The town was not large, and the guard commander was quickly found, and now he was examining a corpse, with a few guards by his side. The moonlight shone on their armor, the color as pale as their faces.

Arthur didn't alarm them, but approached gently along the shadows cast by the building, and the skills he had learned from Evan were put to good use, though it was much easier to get close to them than to an elk.

Arthur suddenly looked up and saw a night owl standing quietly on the ridge of the roof, looked at him and turned his head away.

The night was quiet, and although they muffled the sound of their conversation, it was still clear to Arthur's pricked ears.

The guard, who had just burst into the tavern, said with fear on his face how a dark shadow had killed his companion when he was on patrol with him, and he ran desperately for a long time before he realized that the black shadow had not followed.

"You coward. The guard commander slapped the guard to the ground, and the guard lay on the ground and cried, muttering, "I don't want to die, I don't want to die." Even the guards around him looked disdainful, as if they were going to fight the murderer to the end.

After inspecting the scene, several guards quickly moved into action, packed the body in a sack, and left after a few words. And the guard, who had no one to pay attention to, also slowly stood up after they left, but the weakness on his face had turned into a smile.

Arthur was a little confused about this murder for a moment, and looked at Field, who had turned into a canceled change, and made a puzzled expression. Field shrugged back with a big smile. They could only go back to the tavern, and they didn't see the excitement but they were puzzled.

By the time they returned to the tavern, there were far fewer people, but the discussion was more intense, with everyone arguing with the people around them with red faces, and with little inquiry, some of them were arguing to tell them everything they knew and what they didn't know. It turned out that since a few months ago, people were killed every full moon night, and the guard commander had no choice but to strengthen the patrol with this murderer, but he didn't expect that even the patrolling guards were killed. After hearing the eighth version and the seventeenth conjecture of the incident, the two of them decided that it would be better to go back to sleep.

Late at night, in the tavern room, Arthur walked to the window, looked at the sleeping Field, smiled slightly, and then jumped out of the window.

After a few relays, he landed lightly in the street, and after he jumped out of the window, Field opened his eyes, burning like a falcon in the darkness. It's just that he sighed softly, this kid is not easy to coax.

Riding on Hitler's back to the scene of the murder, Hitler sniffed on the ground and quickly ran in one direction, the same direction where the tearful guard had left. The surroundings grew desolate, and Hitler did not stop until he approached the outskirts of the town in a dilapidated hut.

Dafang stepped forward and knocked on the door, and the knocking sound was very abrupt.

Much later.

"Who's so late": A voice mutters to open the door, and the guard opens the crack in the door and sees Arthur asking, "Who are you?

"His name is Arthur, a passing traveler, who now lives in a tavern, and has come here to see your sword." Arthur smiled.

"My sword? I'm sorry, I don't have any sword. The young guard was unexpectedly not angry, but replied calmly.

"The sword that killed your companion. Arthur said again with the same calmness.

Half an hour later, the guard, Robin, was tied up and thrown aside.

Arthur looked at a scarlet dagger with devotion to it. Although it was night, the bright moonlight still allowed Arthur to see the scars on the corpse's body, which looked like ordinary sword wounds, but there were traces of magic, and the corpse's blood was drawn.

Field explained: "It is a demon sword, which can be sacrificed by killing people, so that the user can quickly gain power, and the soul of the killed will also become the food of the demon." ”

There was no smell of anyone else at the scene of the crime, and the murderer was naturally this "coward". So for the sake of this magic sword, Arthur got up in the middle of the night to find this guy. Anyway, there wouldn't be any danger with Field, and if Field didn't feel like he was going out, he could really die. At this time, Field stood helplessly aside, the guard just opened the door, and immediately appeared fully armed, slashing with a sword, but looking at its strength and speed, it was even four or five levels, but there were too few actual battles, and the skills were not up to par. Entangled in the vines manipulated by Arthur, and then bitten by Hitler on the wrist, he became meat on the board after losing his sword. Field was ready to strike at any time, but when he saw that the vines controlled by Arthur had used rope skills to firmly control the joints of the guard, and even the strength to struggle was lost, he let go of his clenched hand. I secretly marveled in my heart, even if he used this trick, he would just let the vines instinctively entangle, and at most it would play a restraining role.

There is mental arithmetic and unintentional, and each other's skills are very different, and the so-called rank loses all meaning here.

"Hey, tell me your story!" Arthur kicked the "murderer". "If you don't say anything, make Hitler's supper, and I'll let it eat from all fours. ”

"Okay, I said. The guard sighed, but at this time he was in a desperate situation, but he had a calm temperament that could see through, and he was like the coward who cried bitterly.

The story is not unexpected, it is nothing more than a small man who stumbles upon an opportunity to gain power quickly, and immediately seizes it, and the people in the town are not kind to him, his mother is an unlucky person abandoned by some merchant or nobleman, and he is the bastard, the unlucky one. So the treatment of their mother and son from childhood to adulthood can be imagined. No one even wanted to hire him as a partner, and his mother had to sell her body to the Captain of the Guard to give him such a position. Thus, hatred accumulates. Until he got the sword by chance, and then his mother died, and the sad unbeliever, no god would accept her soul. So without any demonic temptation, he used the sword without hesitation.

"I'm going to kill that guy with this sword, so that his soul will never rest in peace. These were the last words of the boy named Robin, and judging by the way he gritted his teeth, it was estimated that his mother's death was not so simple. But Arthur was reluctant to delve into these things. Just asked, "Field, can I use this sword?" "Arthur is ready to kill people, and he is very impressed by the power of this sword.

"While the druids don't mind using demonic powers, I advise you not to do so, dealing with demons doesn't do much good. Field cautiously persuaded.

"Oh, that's a shame, let's go back to sleep! He glanced regretfully at the beautiful short sword with dark red patterns in his hand, and threw it on the ground. After thinking for a moment, he took out a small bottle and placed it on the oil-stained table, which contained some light green liquid.

"Then please go on with your great work, don't smell this thing, I remember there's a well here! Goodbye, hapless Robin, good luck. He walked out the door by himself.