Pol passed the letter and Gold Purdo to the young man in front of him.
A linen colored cape and a grayish green hat with a hyacinth feather on it stated the man's identity as a messenger.
"I assure you, I will rush to the outskirts of Mozaar as fast as I can.
It won't take more than two days. "
The messenger gave his promise.
The promise was very effective.
It wasn't just because reputation was related to the messenger's career, it was also because every messenger had a corresponding employment relationship with the lord of the land.
In simple words, if the messenger failed to keep his promise, the lord of the land would take the initiative to deal with the messenger who failed to keep his promise.
"Have a safe journey!"
Pol then bid farewell to the messenger.
He had to return to Anan Hotel as soon as possible and leave Sicar.
Just a while ago, the curfew in Sicar was lifted and the city gates were opened again. Even though it was almost evening, the merchants who were trapped in the city started to move.
If it wasn't for the cold weather in Sicar, the merchants would have suffered a huge loss.
However, even so, the delay would cause these merchants to lose a lot of money.
Therefore, the merchants couldn't wait any longer.
Even though it wasn't a good idea to leave the city at night, they decided to do it anyway.
Pol shared the same thought.
Although he wasn't a merchant, he was in a hurry.
When Pol returned to the hotel, he called out to Ash Kano, "Are you ready?"
He then started to check on the goods himself before his bodyguard could answer.
"No problem.
Water and food, Boss Khorów was kind enough to replenish some gunpowder and pellets for us. "
Ash Kano replied.
"Very well, we will depart right away."
Borl looked at Kieran, who was waiting beside him, with a questioning gaze.
"Let's go."
Kieran boarded the wagon, followed by Pol. Ash Kano sat in the wagoner's seat and cracked his whip.
Pak!
With a crisp sound, the carriage slowly left Anan Hotel.
Khorów's plump figure appeared at the entrance of the inn. He did not say goodbye. Demon hunters were not used to saying goodbye because no one knew if it would be forever.
But this didn't stop Khorów from seeing her off.
After watching the carriage disappear from his sight, Khorów turned around and returned to the lobby of his hotel.
"I'll leave Anan to you for now."
"I need to go on a long journey."
Khorów said to his partner.
"Okay, boss. Leave it to us."
The shop assistant, who knew his boss's identity, nodded. Then, after hesitating for a moment, he said, "Please pay attention to your safety. Have a safe journey!"
Khorów picked up his wooden suitcase and grinned.
The Demon Hunter who set sail again did not say anything. He patted his buddy's shoulder hard and turned to leave.
Although he had used secret means to inform his old friends, there were still a few guys who needed to pay a personal visit.
Especially that bastard at the border of Mozaar.
'I hope he didn't get drunk and die in a wine barrel.'
With that thought in mind, Khorów quickly joined the group of people heading out of the city and soon vanished from sight.
Likewise, Horlaika, who had changed into a grayish-black cotton robe and wrapped himself tightly, also joined the endless group.
He had to return to Castle Aïtantin to continue his mission.
Snake school …
Eternal life!
Quietly recovering his faith, when he stepped out of the city gate, Horlaika turned around to the city behind him. On the city wall, he saw the figure with the attribute.
It was his teacher.
After a subtle bow, Horlaika took a step back and merged into the shadows on the side of the road, vanishing on the spot without a sound.
On top of the city wall, Bloody Mary saw everything.
Beside him, Sergei and Forv also witnessed the scene.
The two young men had a sense of envy in their eyes.
They knew it was a special technique that originated from Snake School. The lord emissary beside them modified the technique and taught it to Kieran.
It concealed the most obvious trait of Snake School but it was still very useful.
"Lord emissary, can we learn this technique?"
Sergei asked.
"Of course.
"My lord was born in the Viper Sect, we are one."
If you want to learn, I will teach you with all my heart. "
Bloody Mary said the answer that it had prepared.
"My lord was born in Snake School?"
The two young men were curious.
"Yes.
Snake School was once my lord's place of origin. Because of the Black Cataclysm, my lord truly descended into this world.
But my lord remembered his origins. Even until now, the members of Snake School are like everyone else, our brothers and sisters. "
Bloody Mary was perfecting the settings of the Mist and Snake School.
With a diligent and thrifty boss, Bloody Mary knew how to maximize the benefits.
"I see."
The two young men who trusted Bloody Mary didn't doubt its words at all.
"Let's go.
After the merchants leave, we should make our move.
After all, His Majesty the king has just announced an order, inviting all the lords of the northern lands. Irene Nord Sicar is already a step too late. "
We need to move out now. "
Bloody Mary said.
"As you wish, my lord."
The two young men bowed at the same time.
…
The traffic flow in Sicar only slowed down when night fell.
After receiving the order from the lord, the city gates of Sicar didn't close when the night fell. Torches and braziers were lit up around the city gates and the increased number of guards kept an eye on every single person who went out and at the same time, warned those who tried to enter the city.
The merciful new lord of Sicar allowed the merchants who stayed for a long time to leave but he wouldn't allow anyone to enter the city at night.
It was the rule of Sicar.
It was considered a tradition.
Not just in Sicar, all the other lands in the Northern Lands had the same rule. It had been like this since Aïtantin's era and it had never changed.
Shegal and Forv were wearing leather armor with a cotton mantle over them. Both of their hands and feet were wrapped in thick rabbit pelts and they also had a scarf made of rabbit fur to protect them from the cold night wind.
Both of their eyes were staring at the darkness outside the city.
As the mainstay of the Mist religious sect, they knew some secrets from the lord emissary.
For example, the tradition of not allowing anyone to enter the city at night.
After the sun disappeared, although some people still looked like humans, it was just an appearance.
Gak Tss Tss!
A figure wobbled towards the city gates.
"Hold it right there!"
The soldiers in front of the city gate shouted at the other party to stop, and the swords and bows in their hands were raised.
However, such a warning was useless.
The figure was still wobbling towards the city gates.
Instinctively, the soldiers raised their crossbows and wanted to fire, but at the next moment, their expressions changed.
A sense of numbness appeared on their bodies, making them unable to move normally.
Shegal and Forv were affected as well.
However, the two young men's reactions were extremely fast.
When they felt something wasn't right, they started to pray loudly.
"Oh, Supreme Lord!"
We will listen to your teachings, we will carry out your will, we will bow to your greatness, we will bear your name, we will shine upon the world, everything we have will be bestowed upon us by you … "
Amidst the prayers, a faint layer of light appeared on the two young men.
The numbness instantly vanished. The two young men drew their swords and dashed towards the wobbling figure.
Puk!
The wobbly figure raised his arm in an attempt to grab Sergei, but the moment he raised his arm, it was sliced off by Hoff's sword.
At the same time, Shegal's sword slashed the figure's neck.
Splash!
The moment the figure's head fell to the ground, his body followed, no more signs of life.
Looking at the black blood and maggots oozing out from the figure's chest, the soldiers who were slowly recovering were horrified. Shegal and Forv, on the other hand, were calm.
"Pour some kerosene and burn it."
Shegal gave his order after checking the body.
"Yes, sir!"
Several soldiers replied right away after they regained their senses.
When the soldiers approached the body, their mouths uncontrollably started to pray to the Mist.
They saw everything that happened before with their own eyes.
The Mist could protect the two captains.
It could also protect them.
As long as they were devout in their faith.
In the face of fear, their faith would be devout.
At first, the prayers were soft but soon, the prayers started to come from all the soldiers around the city gate.
Because …
In the distance, more swaying silhouettes began to appear.
"Hmph, just like what my lord expected.
These bastards are really impatient. "
Forv looked at the figures with a cold smile.
Shegal, on the other hand, looked behind him.
There were three wagons slowly approaching, protected by a group of riders.
The first wagon was pulled by four pure colored horses, the carriage made out of sturdy wood and metal. The emblem of Sicar Family was clearly visible on the door, but different from before.
The emblem of the God of War was gone.
Of course, the emblem of the Mist didn't appear either.
It wasn't time yet!
As for the two carriages behind this one, they were much simpler and cruder.
There wasn't a carriage that was beautiful and had considerable protection. The horses pulling the wagons were only two, and they were old horses.
However, Shegal's eyes were glued to the two wagons.
Because they were the Fire Seed!
The Fire Seed of the Mist!
One of the wagons would head to the border of Mozaar.
The other would follow the baroness' wagon to Castle Aïtantin.
'My lord's glory will shine over the whole Northern Land!'
The young man thought as he turned around to his enemies.
"Kill!"
A loud shout later, the young man dashed forward, the sword in his hand reaping the lives of his enemies.
This was his mission.
Just like his brothers and sisters who were heading to other lands.
The staggering bodies fell one after another.
Kerosene was poured on them, burning them up.
The light illuminated the city gate like it was daytime.
This kind of radiance attracted more people in the dark.
They started to spy on the place.
However, they didn't go any further.
The aura of those people caused them to shrink back.
The Dense Fog was no longer the Dense Fog it once was.
The enemies were no longer the same as them.
Of course, it was impossible for them to give up just like that.
A few of them who thought they were smart started to scheme.
Prayers and the sounds of battle entered the baroness' ears through the carriage door.
She was holding a book in her hand, her face slightly pale. She couldn't help but pray softly, and when she saw Bloody Mary sitting opposite her, she felt a little relieved.
In fact, if it was possible, she wouldn't want to rush to Castle Aïtantin overnight.
She didn't even want to go to Aïtantin Castle.
However, as the lord of Sicar, she had to go.
It was the lord's responsibility.
To enjoy the glory, one must bear the burden.
More so …
She quietly looked up like a little girl, peeking at Bloody Mary sitting in front of her.
The calm face, the mature aura, and the familiar feeling made the baroness look forward to it.
The journey from Sicar to Castle Aïtantin would take two days and one night.
Being able to stay with Bloody Mary for such a long time.
It would be great.
"Simon."
The baroness called Bloody Mary's name.
"Erin, what's wrong?"
Bloody Mary turned around and asked with a smile.
"You … will you leave after you reach Castle Aïtantin?"
The words were on the tip of her tongue, but the baroness suddenly changed her words, but when she asked the question that changed the topic, she couldn't help but worry.
"I won't.
I need to ensure your safety.
"The previous conflict with the War God Temple will make you a target for everyone."
Bloody Mary shook its head.
"His Majesty is much weaker than I thought.
Otherwise, he wouldn't just be a projection. "
The baroness heaved a breath of relief before she continued.
As a noble who loved to read, the baroness knew more than others.
"But we still can't underestimate him.
Gods are never to be underestimated.
Besides, I'm more worried about that lady. "
Bloody Mary didn't mention the name Calamity but the baroness knew what it meant.
The baroness was afraid of that lady.
She couldn't imagine what it would be like if that lady, who brought the Black Cataclysm, made a move.
She was afraid …
Would it be another disaster?
Looking at the pale face of the baroness, Bloody Mary said softly, "Don't worry, you have to have faith in my lord — my lord is much stronger than you can imagine.
"All we need to do is to deal with those fellow mortals," Roland said.
"Leave the matters of the Gods to my Lord."
Bloody Mary's comforting words made the baroness feel better.
But soon, the baroness started to worry again.
"If you leave this place, will Sicar be fine?"
The baroness asked.
"Don't worry.
Carl is much smarter and stronger than you think.
Besides, Shegal and Forv are great lads as well.
If someone really comes to Sicar to cause trouble, I will pray for them and hope they don't regret it. "
Bloody Mary said with a smile.
The baroness was finally relieved.
She then looked at the book in her hand.
Although she wanted to talk to Bloody Mary more, when she saw Bloody Mary closing its eyes to rest, the baroness still chose to read the book in her hand.
The convoy quickly left the city gate and headed towards Aïtantin Castle.
A while later, the convoy disappeared into the darkness of the night.
After the convoy left, the gate of Sicar slowly closed.
Sicar, which was rather noisy a moment ago, instantly quieted down.
But …
On the road to Aïtantin Castle, the convoy of merchants that left Sicar first, Kieran, was in, became extremely noisy.
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