It's hard to tell what this workshop is used for. The appearance is very shabby. The bricks of the house seem to have been piled up reluctantly. The roof is more like a temporary covering. As for what the roof is made of,

But you can't tell. It looks like it is made of withered grass and tattered cloth. When the cold wind blows, it opens to one side.

Wile looked at the workshop carefully, frowned curiously, and said, "This place is very shabby. It doesn't look like a workshop, but more like a place where old things are stored."

"A place where old things are stored?"

After listening to Wile's words, Werther looked at the house more carefully. It was just a dilapidated house. There were no traces of spilled swill or moss in front of the door. It really didn't look like someone had lived there for a long time.

, on the contrary, it seems to be a temporary one.

"Strange, why did they build this place?"

"How do I know? However, you just said that this place is weird, but I can't tell."

"Didn't you see a figure in the window? He seemed to be smiling at us. Why was he standing there and why was he smiling like that at us? It's all so strange." Werther raised his hand and pointed in the direction of the house.

Pointed.

Wile looked in the direction of Werther's finger, and in the hole that looked like a window without glass, he saw a pitiful and strange-looking man standing in a dark house.

He stood next to the hole, looking at Werther and Wile, smiling strangely, his face was covered with dust, and he was thin and sunken, his blue eyes were shining, his eyes were dull and seemed to be full of terrifying thoughts, giving people a sense of

A thrilling feeling.

Wile was so frightened that he took two steps back and sat back on the front seat of the carriage. While looking at the strange man, he whispered to Werther: "Let's get out of here quickly. I seem to have something bad."

A premonition.”

"If I were not the lord here, I probably wouldn't want to go in and take a look, but now this is my fief, and I can't ignore it. Maybe he needs help, or maybe there is some secret hidden here."

"But what if he wants to attack us?"

"It's okay. If he does that, I will protect you." Werther thought for a moment and then said, "Why don't you hide behind me and try not to talk."

Werther jumped out of the carriage with a relaxed expression and strode forward. Seeing this, Wile had to follow in a panic.

They walked to the window, and the man still maintained the same expression as before, looking at them motionlessly. When he got closer, he could see that the clothes he was wearing were in tatters, had not been washed for a long time, and only had one layer.

, very sympathetic.

I don't know how he got here in the cold winter. Werther was embarrassed to look inside the house. Even if he did, he couldn't see clearly because it was too dark inside.

The man didn't seem to want to talk to them immediately, and his eyes slowly drifted elsewhere.

Wile pulled Witte's sleeve again and whispered: "It seems like he doesn't want to talk to us."

Werther shook his head: "I feel that things are not that simple. You should go back to the carriage first. Maybe he just wants to talk to me alone."

"Yes." Wile stepped back a few steps until he was next to the carriage, and then held the reins tightly with his hands, feeling extremely nervous.

At this time, the man looked at Werther again. He still had the same expression and weird smile, but his arms seemed to be moving. Werther looked down and saw that he was writing something on the window frame with his calloused fingers. Carefully

After reading for a while, I realized that what he wrote was "Help me."

Werther was shocked and looked towards

The man asked softly: "Can you explain it more carefully?"

The man blinked and realized that the passers-by were far away, so he breathed a sigh of relief and waved to him, motioning for him to come closer.

Werther looked at the man again and found that he didn't have a dagger or anything like that in his hand, and the parchment didn't have any reminder, so he bravely stepped forward.

The man grabbed Werther's ear and whispered: "Just now I was afraid of being heard, so I wrote with my hand. Now there is no one around. I can tell you with my mouth that the door is painted and there is no way to get in."

If you want to come in, go around to the back of the house. There is a basement there. Once you get in, you can reach me and save me."

The strength in the man's hand gradually increased, and Werther's ears began to hurt from being pulled. After he broke away, he found that the man was smiling even harder, as if this smile took all his strength.

"Sir, why are you hurting my ears so hard? Don't you need my help?" Werther couldn't help but ask.

At this time, several passers-by passed by and stared at them curiously.

"Oh, I actually hurt you, I'm so sorry." The man's lips moved slightly, "If you want it to hurt more, I have a way."

As he said that, he squatted down gently, took out a dagger from somewhere, and suddenly stretched it out in front of Werther. He chuckled: "If you want, I'll do it."

What on earth did he want to do? Werther covered his ears and looked at him suspiciously and cautiously, with cold sweat all over his body. His appearance was so weird that Werther couldn't help but start to back off. Maybe he didn't need help, he was just trying to play a prank.

However, if there is really something weird here, I can't ignore it. It's better to let Ain and the others come with me after a while.

"Hey, why don't we go back!" Wile noticed the abnormality and shouted to him.

Werther was about to turn around and leave when he caught a glimpse of a golden light in the room. For some reason, he seemed to have seen such a light somewhere before.

He planned to stay and ask, so he looked at the man again and said, "Sir, I don't like you pointing a knife at me. Can you hide the knife?"

The man readily agreed: "Of course, no problem, I can give it to you."

With that said, he handed the knife to Werther. Werther was surprised. He didn't expect him to do this. Maybe he didn't really want to hurt me.

At this time, the man lowered his head again, took out another knife from nowhere, and stretched it out in front of Werther: "There is another knife here. If you like it, I can give it to you."

"Uh, oh, thank you for your kindness." Werther dodged the knife, smiled, and took the handle of the knife.

He looked carefully at the two daggers. They both looked new and unused, and they didn't look that cheap.

"Well, may I know how much you paid for these two daggers?" he asked.

At this time, there were no passersby nearby. The man seemed to be relieved and said, "I don't know."

"Didn't you buy the dagger?" Werther was extremely confused.

"It's true that I didn't buy it, it was given to me by someone else. Also, everything else here does not belong to me. I just look after it for others. The person said that if anyone comes in, I will kill him with a dagger."

The man finally changed his expression, looking very helpless.

"Then why are you standing here, looking like you're trapped here?"

"The man also said that I can only move around this window and sleep on the chair next to me, otherwise I will trigger the trap here.

trapped and killed.”

"That's why you asked me to save you?" Werther suddenly realized.

The man curled his lips and nodded.

Only now did Werther understand that one of the reasons why the man did those strange actions just now was because he was worried about being discovered by passers-by, and the other reason was to attract Werter's attention and make Werther think that there was something weird in this house. As for why he gave away the two daggers

I gave it to him to prove that I wouldn't really hurt anyone.

"Actually, you didn't have to hurt my ears just now to get my attention. Even if you didn't hurt me, I would still help you." Werther smiled and asked, "I want to know who you are, and

, who caught you here?"

The man's eyes glanced around, and he waited for a few passers-by to pass by, then whispered: "I have been living in Night Town, and I usually make a living by shining people's shoes. I was caught here by the nobles yesterday. And as far as I know,

This place was just built yesterday. Now I am trapped here and dare not go out."

"Which noble captured you? Why did he build this place? What secrets did he hide?"

The man shook his head: "I just heard his entourage call him Your Highness the Earl. Why did he want to build this place? What's the secret? I don't know these questions."

After hearing this, Werther began to think deeply. Could it be that the count wanted to hide something by letting him simply build this dilapidated workshop? Also, who could this count be?

Before me, Nightfall Town was originally the fiefdom of Earl Macdonald, so this matter was most likely done by Earl Macdonald. If this is the case, then the mastermind behind the incident may be Duke Dark.

However, I don't know what Earl Macdonald looks like, otherwise I can ask this man if my guess is correct.

"Sir." Werther asked again, "I plan to rescue you now. You just said that I need to enter from the basement at the back. Is that true?"

The man nodded: "Yes, please, kindhearted person, please help me out quickly. I really can't stay any longer."

Looking at the man's appearance, Witt suddenly felt sympathy, but he still felt a little worried in his heart, as the other man's words were not entirely trustworthy.

Now that the parchment did not stop or guide him, he thought, it would be better to go in and take a look, or at worst, use magic to save himself.

At this time, Wile said again: "Come back quickly, don't take risks!"

Werther looked back and said: "I am sensible, don't worry."

I saw Wile spread his hands helplessly, sighed, and walked towards him, gently put his hands on his shoulders, closed his eyes helplessly, and lowered his head slightly: "Hey, I am your personal servant. I will accompany you.

It’s my mission to look after you.”

"What, you want to go with me?" Werther raised his eyebrows, "But it may be dangerous, so you'd better not go."

"Don't worry, I have you to protect me. Even if we two go there, I'll be taken care of."

"Oh well."

They slowly walked to the back of the house and saw a pile of hay. After removing the hay, they discovered a brand new basement entrance, which seemed to have been built not long ago.

This is it. He knelt down and carefully opened the iron door. He only saw two steps, and it was pitch black as he went inside.

"Your Highness, I'll go down first and take a look. I'll help you if there's any danger." As Wile was talking, he started walking down the stairs. However, he slipped and fell down. Werther used magic to kill him in an instant.

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