The world was gray, whether it was the sky, the ground, or the sea.
Although the south-central region of Graycastle would not be covered by endless snow, it could not escape the influence of the Months of Demons. The sun could not be seen above their heads, and gray clouds occupied the entire sky. A pale fog rose from the earth, covering the soil, rocks, and jungle, leaving only a black and gray mountain peak, which was exposed from the clouds, winding toward the southern end of the mainland, which was also the target of Nightingale and her team.
When flying in the sky with Maggie, she deeply experienced how terrible the cold wind was. Even if she wore the special wind-proof clothes given to her by His Highness before they set off, the scarf and cuffs could not resist the cold. Especially the ears and fingers, because of the low temperature, they would soon lose feeling, so they had to stop and rest for a while. Therefore, flying at full speed only took half a day, but in the end it was extended to the next day.
"We're here," Lightning came close to her.
Nightingale poked her head out and saw that the ridge under her feet had become much lower, as if it had sunk into the ground. A city built on the mountain faintly appeared in the fog, which should be their goal, Fallen Dragon Ridge.
"Let's land," she patted Maggie's broad back, "Be careful not to let others see you."
"Ow!" Maggie nodded, folded her wings, and glided down. The fog hit them in the face, and soon the three people were shrouded in it. Until they landed, Nightingale found that the visibility around them was extremely low, almost fifty steps away, it was difficult to distinguish what was in the distance.
This was good news for witches, at least it was not easy to be found.
After entering the fog, the world would show its true appearance, so she did not worry about running into the arms of the Church's Army of Judges because of the thick white fog.
"You can wait for me here," Nightingale said, "It shouldn't take long."
"His Highness asked me to provide security in the air," Lightning shook her head.
"He also asked me to be responsible for emergency communication, in case you kidnap the target, coo!" Maggie turned back into a fat pigeon, squatting on the little girl's head.
His Royal Highness is making a meaningless request again, Nightingale thought helplessly, "In that case, let's go."
The world turned black and white in an instant. The fog disappeared, or rather, it turned into other forms and could no longer obstruct his observation. Everything in front of him suddenly became clear. The dark city wall appeared two hundred meters away, extending out from the side of the mountain like a cover connecting the city and the mountain. Compared to the outer wall of Longsong Stronghold, this stone wall was much shorter, and there were no sentries at the top of the wall.
Nightingale walked to the wall and easily found the entrance formed by the twisted lines. She took a step forward and found herself behind the wall.
This city was half the size of a stronghold. Just the part that protruded out of the mountain wall was more like a small town. However, the main body of the Fallen Dragon Ridge was among the rocks, and the lord's castle was embedded in the mountainside, which could be seen from afar.
After confirming that Lightning and Maggie had entered the city, Nightingale went straight to the castle.
She was no stranger to this work, and could even be said to be very good at it.
When she was coerced and driven by Old Gilen, it was a common task to sneak into other noble mansions and castles. Most of these houses had the same structure, and the owners of the mansions always liked to set their rooms in the most central and most spacious positions. At that time, she could not freely pass through the walls, so she could only hide herself, carefully avoid possible traps and God's Stones of Retaliation, and steal the letters and documents hidden in the cabinets.
Now with the fog, it was even easier. The God's Stones of Retaliation inlaid at the corners of the castle passages showed dark black holes, as eye-catching as the bright moon hanging in the night sky. The hidden traps were also nowhere to hide. Their twisted contours wriggled slowly like earthworms, and she could easily destroy them through the wall. Within the range of her ability, Nightingale could move freely. Walls, doors, and roofs were nothing in her eyes.
Walking into the largest room on the top floor, she found her target.
Although she had never seen her before, Nightingale immediately recognized that she was the lord of the Fallen Dragon Ridge, Marchioness Spear Passi. Because her body was running with blue magic power, which was also the only color in the world of fog.
The marchioness sat at the desk, the quill in her hand flying up and down, as if she was writing something. She was about 30 years old, with wrinkles at the corners of her eyes. Her silver curly hair and plain robe made her look even older. Nightingale carefully checked the room. There were no God's Stones of Retaliation or traps in the room. The marchioness' only weapon was a short crossbow hidden in her sleeve. Its structure was exquisite, and it was obvious that it was expensive.
After leaving a mark by the window, she gathered the fog and showed herself.
"Hello, Marchioness Spear Passi."
The sudden voice made the marchioness tremble. She quickly raised her head and met Nightingale's eyes. Then she quickly calmed down and asked, "Who are you?"
Nightingale could not help but think of the scene when she first met Prince Roland. His first reaction was to turn around and run away, and she had to use a dagger to stop him. Now that she thought of it, she could not help but laugh.
"My name is Nightingale, and I come from Border Town in the Western Region. As you can see, I'm a witch."
"I thought so. Except for witches, no one can come uninvited." Spear pretended to be calm, her hand slowly reaching into her sleeve. "Don't you know that you should knock before you come in?"
"Then I'll be greeted by the guards instead of you." Nightingale chuckled. "Don't worry, I don't mean to hurt you. I'm just here to talk to you … so you don't need to use the crossbow in your sleeve."
Spear was stunned, and then her face quickly darkened. "You know a lot." She pulled out her hands and crossed them over her chest. "Tell me, why are you here?"
"I brought a message from Prince Roland Wimbledon, the Lord of Border Town, the Guardian of the Western Region, and the Fourth Prince of Graycastle." Nightingale bowed slightly. "Now he has established a new order in the Western Region where witches and ordinary people can live together and work hand in hand. He hopes that you can go and help him."
"The Fourth … Prince?" The marchioness frowned and thought for a moment. "The incompetent playboy who is often a laughing stock among the nobles?" Her face showed an absurd expression. "Are you kidding? The Lord of Border Town? He's just a rebel who was banished to a remote place! "
"Timothy is the real usurper," Nightingale corrected. "And it won't be long before he'll be dethroned by Prince Roland. But that's not the point … His Highness hopes to use your magic channel to strengthen the ability of a witch. I wonder if you'd like to go to Border Town? "
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