Chapter 138 The Wither, the Dark Walker...

On the other side, Roddy, who was swaying towards his seat, was rather disappointed, because the Knight of Wellington didn't mean to teach the scouts. No matter how Roddy asked, he would always say "Let's see," or "Need to test again." "Test" and other perfunctory, no matter how you look at it, it's useless...

"Hey, 'Ghost Rider, how can it be so easy to be, it seems that I can only find someone else. M"

When thinking about it in his heart, Luo Di suddenly found a beautiful figure in front of him, and a familiar breath with a faint fragrance rushed towards his face. He tried to open his eyes wide, and smiled after seeing Sally's appearance clearly. Some said with a big tongue: "I - I can't drink much, so, so don't laugh at me, I'm a little dizzy now... dizzy and flustered."

"I have something to tell you."

Sally wanted to reach out to help him, but with so many people watching, she could only point to the outside of the restaurant reservedly and asked, "Can you go out for a while?"

Luo Di was confused, but walked out of the restaurant in the direction she pointed. After taking a deep breath of the cool outdoor air, he turned around and said, "At noon, I—"

"I know you're trying to get me out of there, but that's not what I want to say." Sally stood in front of Rody, looking at him with bright eyes, "I want to say, I still decided to go with the bishop. 'temple,."

It seemed easy to say such words, and Sally tried her best to put on a calm expression, but no one knew that she was actually very nervous at this moment...

Rody blinked, as if he was digesting the meaning behind this sentence, but then he felt that there was nothing wrong with Sally thinking so, so he nodded——

Sally raised her eyebrows, looking at Rody who didn't respond after the "en", she was a little stunned for a while—"Aren't you going to say something to me?"

"That..." Rody was also drinking alcohol, and his ability to organize his language was severely reduced. What he wanted to say seemed to be blocked in his mind. At this time, he basically said whatever came to mind: "The temple is far from here... on the way There are a few dioceses that you should pay attention to making friends with. Ludi Diocese is one and St. Jason is the other. Their archbishops should be familiar with each other so that they can talk easily in the future; I remember that you are good at blessing magic, you can find one Tell old man Jarvis to learn..."

The rambling words came out of Rody's mouth, and Sally listened there with wide-eyed eyes, but suddenly realized that this guy in front of her seemed to be far more familiar with the situation of the "Holy Temple" than herself. Heard of it, and most of it she hadn't heard of it at all...

This is not the first time that Sally has seen Rody's "well-informedness". She suddenly remembered that Rody once said that she was "cursed" that her age and appearance would not change, and she quickly accepted it at this time—— Then she heard Rody muttering a few numbers: "...¨"

"What?"

Sally, who didn't quite understand, interrupted him. Rody turned his head and asked abruptly, "Will you come back in 2001 or 591?"

"Should...it should be in the spring of 591, and it takes about four months to go back and forth from here to the temple.

"Although I don't know what will happen after Sarota dies..." Rody frowned slightly, looked at Sally and said, "But you may... stay in the Temple for a while longer."

"Why?"

Rody breathed out. Facing Sally's question, he naturally wouldn't say that the orcs would invade the northwest of the kingdom in winter, and even if there was no invasion, the kingdom would still experience snowstorms that hadn't been seen in decades.

This month-long blizzard swept across the entire northwest of the kingdom. Everyone was caught off guard and suffered extremely serious casualties. As a result, the road was almost completely blocked. It is estimated that Sally would not be able to find her way back if she wanted to go back. where.

"It's nothing. I suddenly thought that I might go to the southern part of the kingdom during this period. If there is a chance, I should be able to meet you."

Thinking about the future plan in his mind, Rody naturally thought of avoiding this natural disaster, and estimated that the training location would be transferred to the south at that time, so he roughly told Sally about his plan—but he Such a casual sentence made Sally's originally depressed mood suddenly improve...

"You mean...really?"

"Huh?" Rody raised his head when she asked in such a serious tone, and nodded when he saw those eyes staring at him brightly, "There should be a chance."

"So, it's settled?"

Sally raised her palm and made a "swear" like she did in the Forest of Whispering Whispers. Rody blinked, feeling that he couldn't keep up with her thinking, but seeing Sally's enthusiasm Mo Yang felt that it was best not to piss her off anymore, so she raised her hand...

Silly girl, it will be a blessing for the "Rose Cross" to take good care of itself by then, I think it's enough for you to take time out of it to see me

"Okay, let's not talk about this, before leaving, you must have a few more drinks with me"

As soon as Sally let go of her worries, she immediately became more relaxed, and pulled Rody straight to the wine table, while Rody who followed her had a bitter expression:

Damn it, I don't know how to drink

September 22, early morning.

When Houlier City gradually restored its original calm, a caravan was slowly entering the vast "Cobb Forest" from the west.

Because cities and villages are separated by forests, and the roads in them contain many risks, so in this era, the economies of various countries are basically in a state of "self-sufficiency". There are not many caravans, and most of the time they don't make much money—because in most cases, a large part of the so-called "profit" is spent on hiring guards.

The caravan that entered the forest at this time belonged to the "Jite Chamber of Commerce", which is considered an old-fashioned chamber of commerce in the Efta territory. There are twenty-four people in total, fourteen of them are mercenaries with weapons on their waists, and the remaining ten are members of the "Git Chamber of Commerce"—but unlike other caravans or teams, This team can hardly hear the sound of conversation. If you follow the team, the only thing that reverberates in your ears is the friction sound of wheels and bearings and the dull echo of armor and weapons colliding...

Except for this point, other people can't see any difference between this team and ordinary people at all, but if a normal person is allowed to follow the team, an extremely abnormal phenomenon will appear: everyone... including mercenaries and businessmen, their faces None of them showed any signs of fatigue, and they never even took a break along the way, let alone lighted a fire and ate food for breakfast.

"As expected, the team should arrive in Houlier City on the 26th."

It was the leader of the caravan who was speaking at this time. He was sitting in the only comfortable carriage in the team. The upper rank and the city government are deep.

The deputy sitting opposite was a bald key man named Derby. After hearing what the leader said, he answered, "Master Magda, I am enough for this task... You suddenly joined the team because Lord Ansardin..."

"I owe him a favor. He thinks that this kind of thing needs me to do double insurance, so I will pay him back the favor."

Magda's tone was very stern, but there was still a hint of dissatisfaction. He raised his hand to pick up the parchment and looked at it, and said with disdain: "The defense force of the Duke's Mansion...is that all?"

"My lord, according to the information reported by the eyeliner, these two knights should be the most troublesome ones. And there happens to be a bishop of the Rosa Cross and a bishop of the monastery in the city, but if you are here, they will attack with all their strength." , I’m afraid it’s too much.”

Although Derby's words were somewhat flattering, there was nothing wrong with speaking objectively - because the person sitting in front of him was a strong man known as the "Blightcaller" in the Tasman Kingdom

Wearing ordinary clothes, Magda closed her eyes slightly, as if she was recalling something, and said slowly after a while: "Titus, Wellington... I remembered, they followed Angmar to conquer the present day fourteen years ago. In the southwestern part of Efta, the strength of those two young men is remarkable, and Ansardin even wrote a report to me at that time."

Having said this, it naturally shows that his previous status was much higher than that of Ansardin.

"The report on their strength has been handed in, but obviously they are not too strong."

Derby flipped through the information in front of him, his eyes swept across the strangely shaped weapon in the carriage, and his expression couldn't help showing a little awe.

Magda was not interested in answering his words, but looked at the parchment and sighed, "Fourteen years... How many fourteen years are there in the short human life?"

He casually put the parchment aside, "The Luciferon family has existed for so long, I think I met their third patriarch back then, huh... More than two hundred years have passed, and everything has changed."

For an old monster like Magda who has lived for hundreds of years, all the glory and pomp are gone. After witnessing the rise and fall of each family, he has long since lost interest in these relationships.

Eternal life dictates that all emotions are difficult to maintain for a long time, and time wears away everything. The only thing Magda is interested in now may be to pursue a stronger power.

"Lord Magda, Lord Ansardin hopes that we will go to Kig Town after the mission is over. He seems to be going there in December..."

"I only help him this time, I'm not interested in anything else."

"...Yes, my lord."

Derby quickly bowed his head and agreed.

"It's all young people's little tricks. If old bones like me are required to participate, Ansardin really...hasn't made much progress over the years."

"Blightcaller" Magda said as she raised her hand and picked up the weapon that was always by her side - her fingertips slid across the bone-like surface, and then lightly flicked on the silver bowstring...

When this short bow filled with powerful magic power was held in his hands, an icy blue light pattern streaked across the entire bow.

In the history that mankind has almost forgotten, Magda the "Blightcaller" had another frightening title two hundred years ago——

Dark Knight.