The drunken guest staggered out of the tavern, and after not walking far, he went into the street and leaned against the wall to vomit. He wiped it casually with his sleeve, exuding the disgusting smell of alcohol, and walked crookedly on the street, bumping into each other.
Enter a group of soldiers preparing to leave the city.
"Damn drunkard..."
The soldier pushed the drunk man away in disgust and continued to follow the team of 100 people out of Breeze City.
They put on their horses outside the city and galloped toward the east.
Running from early morning to afternoon, from afternoon to evening, the soldiers came to a vast wheat field in the gorgeous sunset.
The rising smoke is scattered all over the farmland.
But when the knights went deep into the wheat field along the field ridge, rats like low tides rushed out of the wheat field, squeaking and climbing on the horses, tearing at the flesh and blood.
The horses ran wildly, screaming and throwing away the knights, and fell down the field. The soldiers who were caught off guard were covered in rats when they landed, turning into balls of surging fur.
"Rat tide! Rat tide! This is a trap! All soldiers leave! Someone must take the news out!"
The soldiers' commanders made mistakes, and when the soldiers lost their will to fight, the battle began to be devastating - the silhouettes of a few horses riding fully armored horses were also shot down by the fluorescent green evil energy shot out of the wheat fields while escaping.
The slanting smoke is still scattered all over the farmland, rising into the sky and merged into the red clouds at dusk.
Blood-stained, mutilated corpses with short limbs were scattered in this bloody wheat field.
The rat tide subsided, revealing a rat man wearing goat horns. He picked up a piece of plate armor covered with tooth marks, and a blood-stained letter fell from the middle of the plate armor.
It whispered something to the other ratmen, swung its bald tail and left.
The sun disappeared deep into the sea of trees, and the moonlight shone on the devastated battlefield.
dumb--
The crow, like a vulture, sat on the branch.
Not long after, a silent team entered the bloody wheat field with the silhouette of a crow mask.
The Silhouettes searched everywhere, loaded the bodies onto pallets, and burned them, creating acrid smoke and flickering lights in the night.
The crow-masked figures left after burning the corpse. Thick smoke rose from the dim firelight, and the smoke condensed into an evil outline with goat's horns.
The envelope buried in the ground, with blood stained edges and a burned corner, floated in front of it.
"The smell of conspiracy..."
Silhouette took a deep breath, "Let me see what I can get with it... Well... That's it..."
A breeze smelling of sulfur lifted the envelope and landed on a branch.
The crow on the treetop woke up, reflecting the moonlight and the letter paper, lowered his head, picked up a corner of the envelope, spread his wings and flew away.
The dark night gradually faded away, and the pale golden light of morning broke through the clouds and mist, illuminating the caravan emerging from the valley filled with thick mist.
Many sparrows and crows landed on the carriage. The crows on the carriage let go of the broken letter and were driven away again.
Soon after, the caravan resumed its journey. They passed a small town in the morning, but did not stop. Instead, they came to a black stone castle not far from the town.
…
Ever since the convoy carrying a large amount of the family's wealth and bodyguards was attacked, the Reeves family has been plunged into a dark cloud.
Every day, maids and servants run away with their belongings, and the indifference of the two mistresses makes the situation more serious. Now, there are only a few loyal servants left in the castle.
Osulund still maintains normal order under the leadership, and the Reeves family strictly implements the thirty-seven agricultural tax agreed by their ancestors - farmers can keep 30% of the food produced by their hard work.
You must know that in other aristocratic areas, the agricultural tax that farmers need to pay is 91, and even all of it belongs to the nobles. They only work for the nobles in exchange for survival.
So when the farmers heard that something had happened to Mr. Reeves, who liked to gallop on the wheat fields with his horses, they even carried grain to Blackstone Castle, fearing that the Reeves family would not be able to survive and the place would be occupied by other nobles——
"Miss Layla, here is a letter for Miss Itilia."
After the previous housekeeper defected and took away many belongings, the orphan adopted since childhood was promoted as the new housekeeper. She brought the letter that arrived with the truck to the second daughter of the Reeves family, Layla Reeves.
"...Where did this letter come from?" A young girl wearing a black lace gauze dress, with long black hair shawl maturely, but with the features and figure of a girl looked at the letter with disgust, "Death and rotten odor
, and some conspiracies. It smells disgusting."
"Wenganda's truck." The young butler said, hesitatingly asking: "Do you want me to dispose of it?"
"Forget it, give it to me."
Leila twisted the corner of the envelope, and her invisible hands tore open the envelope and unfolded the letter paper.
【Dear...sisters:
I'm okay, okay for the time being. Some kind people who are willing to help me have saved me from starving to death and freezing to death on the streets. I'm in Breeze City now, and unfortunately the murderer found me... In order for this letter to be delivered to Osu Londe smoothly,
I can't say the person's name.]
[I became a warlock, and I have some friends around me who are willing to help me, but it’s not enough. I need some help... But if you can’t take care of yourself... As it should be, you should be facing greater pressure than me at this time.
】
[Don’t take revenge, the enemy is far more powerful than you think. Don’t come to me either, Osurond Territory is safe.]
"Miss Leila...Miss Leila?"
Layla came to her senses because of the call, and the housekeeper asked in confusion: "What's wrong with you?"
"I...where is my eldest sister!"
"You should still be in the study at this time."
"I'm going to find her...ask Wenganda not to leave yet!"
Layla took the envelope with her and walked briskly and happily through the corridor, through the auditorium, and to the tower.
Bang——
The young woman sitting at the desk, dealing with territorial matters, said helplessly: "Laila, I have said many times that you must knock gently at all times."
The young woman is also wearing a long black dress, and her bloodless cheeks and haggard, tranquil eyes remind people of intelligence.
"Sister, black clothes don't match you at all."
"What are you talking about?"
"This letter... comes from Breeze City."
Leila couldn't wait to hand over the letter, and then said excitedly to her sister who was reading the letter: "Did you see it, eldest sister? My brother is still alive and has become a warlock!"
"We can't confirm yet..."
The young woman suppressed her emotions. She took out the snuff bottle from the secret compartment behind the oil painting on the wall and put in a purple crystal:
"Ancestor Spirit, is this letter true?"
Purple smoke lingered and rose. As they stared uneasily, a rough cough came from the snuff bottle: "There are no lies, what the letter said is true..."
The pale hand he held put another red crystal into his hand, and his fragile voice trembled slightly:
"I want to know if our brother is still alive..."
Crimson smoke rose along with the answer: "He is far away from you...but of course still alive."
The young woman's strength finally melted, her eyes turned red, she fell back into her chair and covered her mouth, crying:
