Chapter 1737 Disturbance

Kieran had no more impressions of the disaster lady.

In fact, not only Kieran, but also the aboriginal people in this world have vague impressions of this lady. They only know that the 'Black Disaster' should be inextricably related to her.

But apart from these, there is nothing.

Powerful, mysterious, unknown.

In the eyes of the indigenous people, it is fear and terror.

But in Qin Ran's opinion, it was suspicious.

Coupled with the existence of the 'broker', this suspicion has risen to a level that cannot be ignored.

"Is there any relationship between the so-called Ms. Calamity and that bastard 'The Broker'?"

Qin Ran guessed.

His fingers tapped lightly on the table again.

This was a subconscious action when he was thinking.

In the small courtyard outside the room, Bol, who had finished checking the carriage again, was greeting his bodyguard Ashcano.

"Ash, we don't need that much wine."

"food!"

"Food is what we should care about."

"It is not easy to buy enough food from Sika City to Etantino, especially in this severe winter."

Bol emphasized.

Kieran's appearance disrupted all his arrangements, both good and bad.

The good thing is, he's safer.

The worst part is, he may need a carriage just for food.

And he can't afford such expenses for the time being.

As for the loot bonus?

Horuf was a man of his word and had just given it to him.

The prisoner was more valuable than he thought. Together with the swords and matchlock guns, Horuf gave a total of 800 goldptons. Such funds were naturally more than enough to buy a carriage with two horses.

Unfortunately, he needed to give 90% of Kimpton's money to Kieran.

Of the remaining 10%, half belongs to Ashcano.

What's left is his.

And this kind of money is not enough to pay for a long-distance carriage. In fact, even a single-person traveling carriage is far from enough.

Moreover, replenishing sufficient supplies also costs money.

Therefore, he could only think of a solution on his own carriage.

Fortunately, this carriage was specially chosen by him for long-distance travel. Not only was the carriage spacious and warm, but the roof was also extremely strong. Four or five adults would have no problem stepping on it. There are also two independent brackets at the back, which can store quite a lot of items. You just need to tie them up with ropes.

Now, what Bol is doing is to put the dried meat, bread and other foods he just bought on the roof of the carriage, and put some minor items on the shelves at the back of the carriage, and check that they are firm and reliable. sex.

Ashcano, who returned from the Temple of War, helped with the transportation.

"alright."

After the ropes firmly fixed the items on the shelf, Bol clapped his hands gently and breathed a sigh of relief when he looked at the cart full of food.

Before, Bol's impression of Kieran was only strong, trustworthy and cold.

But now, in front of this impression, 'edible' appears.

Ashcano is also aware of this.

Because he was hungry again at night.

‘Kid, the world is so big. ’

‘There is heaven outside the sky, and there are people outside the world. ’

‘You must be careful. ’

Inexplicably, he remembered his adoptive father's words again.

Never before, he felt that his adoptive father was right.

From now on, he must eat before Kieran, otherwise, he will starve to death one day.

In order not to starve to death, Ashcano has begun to consider whether he should buy more food reserves with the bounty he just acquired.

Bol ignored the thinking bodyguard, took out a box full of Kimpton from the carriage, and walked towards the room where Kieran was.

Boom, boom, boom.

"Please come in."

After raising his hand and knocking on the door, Boll received a reply and walked in carrying the box.

"Sir Colin, I have just received the bounty, which is 800 Kimpton in total, and this is 720 Kimpton that belongs to you."

Bol put the box on the table.

"That bounty hunter is worth more than we thought."

"He must have committed something, so he was given a heavy reward."

Bol said while opening the box.

Under the kerosene lamp, Kimpton's unique brilliance made Kieran narrow his eyes slightly, and pleasure flashed in his eyes.

Gold coins always make Kieran feel happy.

Even sometimes, they just represent numbers.

But the increase in numbers is also happy, isn’t it?

"Thanks."

Kieran, who was in a happy mood, said slowly.

"This is what I should do."

"Sir Colin, we will set off early tomorrow morning. Is there anything else you need to give us?"

Bol asked.

"No, good night."

Qin Ran shook his head.

Although Bol and he had the same identity, there were some things that Kieran would never tell the other person.

Not only because of the lack of relationship between the two parties, but also because of confidentiality.

Before he understood the situation at hand, he did not want to have anything to do with the 'God of Mist' for the time being.

Therefore, even if he had to make an extra trip tomorrow night, Kieran would not say anything more.

"Good night then."

"Have a sweet dream."

Bol walked out of the room with a smile, asked Ashcano to check behind the courtyard door, and then returned to the room.

Soon, the whole courtyard became quiet.

After a while, the noise in the lobby of the hotel next door became less frequent.

After a busy day during the day, few people can stay up late at night. Even those night owls have to consider the next day's work and choose to go to bed early.

The entire city of Sika is similar.

The sun rises and sets, the cycle begins again and again, even in this city that connects the border of Morsa and Etantinople.

Except for the necessary patrols, the entire city fell into sleep.

However, the study room of the Viscount Mansion in Sika City is an exception.

Viscount Sika, who was thin, had a ruddy face, and although his hair was gray, was in great spirits, he held a red velvet cloth and gently wiped the two-handed sword in his hand.

The blade of the sword is about 1.5 meters long, the width of a palm, and very generous. The hilt is as thick as a spear shaft, and the counterweight is the size of an adult's fist. It is dark and translucent, like a small flail.

There is no doubt that this two-handed sword is very heavy, but in the hands of the thin Viscount Sika, it is as if it is nothing, as if it is playing with a twig.

But a branch would not make the dignified Lord of Sika take it so seriously.

The Lord Viscount wiped his weapon inch by inch.

There was a faint excitement and expectation in his eyes.

How could he not be excited?

How could he not look forward to it?

The things that are still planned are finally going to succeed.

Those evil things that desecrated the earth will finally come to nothing, and the entire Sika Territory will usher in the dawn, returning to the embrace of the God of War and bathing in glory.

When he thought of the excitement, Viscount Sika couldn't help but clenched the sword in his hand, made a vertical slash forward, and then followed with a straight thrust.

There are no special moves, just the simplest basics of swordsmanship.

But on this basis, a tragic atmosphere spread from the study.

The mist-like evil that ordinary people cannot see with the naked eye is becoming more and more active.

They approached Viscount Sika quietly.

But the viscount was unaware of all this.

He only felt that the Viscount was becoming more powerful, even stronger than when he was young.

"Thank you for this gift."

After completing a set of basic swordsmanship drills, Viscount Sika prayed in a low voice.

Then, he regained his composure and waited quietly.

About half an hour later, a middle-aged man with a figure as strong as a city wall appeared quietly in the study. Although he was wearing plate armor and metal boots, the other party did not make a single sound.

But Viscount Sika didn't have any surprises.

Not even the slightest bit of hostility.

On the contrary, welcome the other party very much.

"Welcome, Xin Kefu."

Without choosing the etiquette of the nobility, the viscount opened his arms and embraced the arriving bishop in a warrior's manner.

The bishop of Sika City responded to the viscount with the same courtesy.

"went well?"

the viscount asked.

"Um."

"Generally smooth."

Xin Kefu answered.

Generally smooth?

The Viscount was stunned, but knowing the other person's character well, the Viscount did not ask further questions, but waited quietly.

Sure enough, the next moment, the bishop continued.

"The Mist is more cunning than we thought."

"It hides itself and wants to take advantage of it."

"If it weren't for Your Majesty's revelation, we would have fallen short."

After the bishop finished speaking, he prayed to the God of War, and the Viscount immediately followed suit. When the prayer was completed, Viscount Sika couldn't help but lower his voice and said, "Will it become a problem?"

"Won't."

Facing the worried viscount, the bishop shook his head.

He said with great certainty:

"Hidden in the shadows it might be trouble."

"But if we find out, it won't be a problem."

"The only pity is..."

"Ike."

Mentioning the recruit's name, the bishop's face showed sadness.

“That’s a great guy, just like Carl.”

"They should have had a great future, but for the glory of God, they had to sacrifice."

"When this is all over, I will let everyone know on my behalf."

"They are heroes and should not be buried."

Viscount Sika said seriously.

"Um."

The bishop nodded solemnly.

"Not only Ike and Hill, but also those who sacrificed this time will receive the treatment they deserve - I guarantee you this."

Viscount Sika emphasized.

"I believe you will do what you say, but we should keep the sacrifices to a minimum."

The Bishop reminded his allies.

"You mean curfew?"

"Would this alert the enemy?"

Viscount Sika frowned.

"Won't."

"Believe me, Carl's disappearance is enough for you to do this."

"The city gates are closed during the day and only people are allowed in and out. The curfew at night is just a normal operation. After all, Karl is your sister's son - those evil, bloodthirsty and inhumane people, but they are wise and will give the correct answer on their own. judge."

The bishop said with certainty.

"Okay, I will arrange it."

The viscount nodded.

Then, there was another conversation. After more than ten minutes, the two stood up and said goodbye to each other.

"May God be with you."

"May God be with you."

After blessing each other, the Viscount clenched his sword again, and the mist-like evil atmosphere around him became more active.

The bishop who left the study had a stiff expression on his face, his eyes flashing scarlet.

…

"What?!"

"The city gate is closed?"

"Only allowed in but not allowed out?"

At sunrise, when Bohr had just finished washing and was preparing to set off, he got the terrible news from the innkeeper Horuf.

"Horuf, are you lying to me?"

Bol looked at the innkeeper suspiciously.

It wasn't that she didn't trust the hotel owner, but she had never heard that Sika City would be closed.

You know, the last time the door was closed was back when the ‘Black Disaster’ came.

"Boll, you have to believe me, I definitely want you to leave more than you think!"

"Every time I see that Colin, I feel like I'm going to be in big trouble."

"And my intuition, in most cases, is quite accurate!"

The hotel owner scratched his head in distress, and the few remaining hairs stood up stubbornly under such scratching, making the top of his head look even more bald.

Especially in the morning light, it is very bright.

He always felt like something bad was going to happen.

Moreover, it is getting stronger and stronger.

However, he was still explaining.

Not only was he explaining to Bol, but he was also comforting himself.

"Captain Karl, a relative of Viscount Sika, was killed."

"He was very popular with the Viscount's uncle. Now that he is dead, the Viscount will of course want to find out."

"However, the viscount will not seal off Sika City for a long time, three days at most!"

"You will be able to leave here in three days."

"Don't worry, I won't delay your business."

The hotel owner also knew a thing or two about what Bol wanted to do.

He had no comment on this.

He is already a retired man.

No matter how prominent your status is, it doesn't matter. Spending the rest of your life peacefully is the best choice.

"Three days?"

Bol frowned.

Three days would certainly not delay his affairs, but it would make his plans more tense.

Even, it needs to be rearranged.

"Can the communication in the Temple of War still work?"

Bol asked.

"certainly."

"That viscount will not affect the Temple of War."

"He is a devout believer and will never think that Karl's death is related to the Temple of War."

Horuf said.

"I'm going to the Temple of War."

"Lord Colin's breakfast is prepared for you."

After saying that, Bol took out five Kimptons and put them in the hotel owner's hands, turned around and ran out.

"give it to me."

Looking at Kimpton in his palm, the hotel owner smiled.

If every customer was as happy as Bol, he would live a long life.

Of course, there should never be a guy like Kieran among the guests.

The innkeeper immediately frowned when he thought of how that guy made him feel.

However, this did not stop him from ordering the kitchen to cook more.

So, after Kieran finished washing, a large basin of milk, toast, sausages and vegetables appeared in the room.

Steaming milk.

Fragrant toasted bread.

The unique aroma of meat combined with the fresh taste of vegetables refreshed Qin Ran who had not slept all night.

And just when he raised his hand to pick up a piece of bread and prepared to put sausages and vegetables in it, the [Lord of the Mist] in his arms suddenly started to beat.

Involuntarily, Qin Ran frowned.

He hates being interrupted while eating.