The world is dark, whether it's the sky, the ground, or the sea. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Although the central and southern areas of the Grey Keep are not covered in endless heavy snow, they are not immune to the influence of the evil moon, and the sun is not visible overhead, and gray clouds dominate the entire sky. A pale mist rose from the earth, burying the earth, rocks, and jungle, leaving only a black and gray peak, peeking out of the mist, and winding its way toward the southern tip of the continent, which was the target of the Nightingale and his party.

As she flew through the sky aboard Maisie, she experienced how terrible the cold wind could be without shelter - even if she wore the special windproof clothing given to her by Her Highness before departure, her scarf and cuffs could not withstand the cold. In particular, the ears and fingers would soon lose sensation due to low temperatures, and they would have to stop and rest frequently, so flying at full speed would only take half a day, and eventually it would be extended to the next day.

"We're here," Lightning pulled closer to her.

The nightingale poked her head out, and saw that the ridge under her feet had become much lower, as if it was sinking into the ground, and a city built on the mountain loomed in the mist, which should be their goal—Falling Dragon Ridge.

"Land," she patted Maisie on the broad back, "be careful not to let anyone else see it." ”

"Whew!" Maisie nodded, gathered her wings, and glided down. The fog came and soon enveloped the three of them, until they landed and the nightingale noticed that the visibility around them was surprisingly low, and almost fifty paces away was a haze, and it was difficult to discern what was in the distance.

This is good news for witches, at least not easily spotted.

And after entering the fog, the world will be revealed in its true face, and she is not worried about crashing into the arms of the church's inquisitors because of the thick white fog.

"You'll just wait for me here," said Nightingale, "and it won't take long." ”

"Your Highness has asked me to provide vigilance in the air," Lightning shook his head.

"And call me in charge of emergency liaison to prevent you from kidnapping the target!" Maisie transformed into a fat pigeon and crouched on top of the little girl's head.

His Highness was again making meaningless instructions, and Nightingale thought helplessly, "In that case, let's go." ”

The world turned black and white in an instant, and the fog vanished—or rather, they took on other forms, no longer obstructing their observation. Everything in front of him suddenly became clear, and the dark city wall appeared two hundred meters away, extending from the side of the mountain, connecting the city to the mountain like a cover. Compared to the outer wall of the Changge Fortress, this stone wall is much shorter, and there are no guards at the head of the city.

Nightingale walked to the wall, easily found the entrance made of twisted lines, and took a step forward, already behind the wall.

The city is half the size of the fortress, and the part of the mountain wall that sticks out of the wall is more like a small town. However, the body of the Falling Dragon Ridge is located in the rocks of the mountain, and the lord's castle is embedded in the middle of the mountainside, which can be seen from a distance.

Nightingale made sure that Lightning and Maisie had followed her into the city, and headed straight for the castle.

This work is not new to her, and it can even be called very good.

Driven by old Gülen's coercion, it was common to infiltrate other aristocratic mansions and castles, most of which were of the same structure, and the owners of the mansions preferred to place their rooms in the most central and spacious locations. At that time, she was not free to penetrate the walls, so she could only hide herself, carefully avoiding possible traps and stones of punishment, and stealing the letters and documents hidden in the cabinets.

Now that there is a fog, the Stone of Divine Punishment embedded in the corner of the castle passage presents a lightless black hole, as striking as the bright moon hanging in the night sky. The hidden traps were nowhere to hide, their twisted outlines wriggling like earthworms, and she could easily break them through the walls. Within her influence, Nightingale was able to move as she pleased, and walls, doors, and roofs seemed nothing to her.

Walking into one of the largest rooms on the top floor, she found her purpose.

Although they had never met each other, Nightingale immediately confirmed that this person was the Lord of Falling Dragon Ridge, Marquis Speer Passy. Because the other party's body is running with a blue magical radiance, which is also the only color in the misty world.

The Marquis sat at her desk, quill pen in her hand flying up and down, as if she were writing something, she was about thirty years old, wrinkles were already crawling at the corners of her eyes, and her curly silver hair and plain robe were even older. Nightingale carefully inspected the room, there was no Divine Punishment Stone in the room, and there was no mechanism, and the only weapon on the other side was a short crossbow hidden in the sleeve, the structure was exquisite, and at a glance it was known that it was expensive.

After leaving a mark by the window, she closed the fog and revealed her figure.

"Greetings, Marquis Speer Passy. ”

The sudden sound made the other party shudder, and he quickly raised his head, made eye contact with the nightingale in front of him, and then quickly calmed down, "Who are you?"

Nightingale couldn't help but think of the scene when he first met His Royal Highness Roland, and the other party's first reaction was to turn around and run away, and he had to use a dagger to leave him behind, which is really funny when he thinks about it now.

"My name is Nightingale, I'm from the Westside Frontier Town, and as you can see, I'm a witch. ”

"I think so, no one but witches can come uninvited," Speer pretended to be calm, and slowly stretched one hand into his sleeve, "Don't you know that you should knock on the door before you come in?"

"Then it was the guards, not you, who greeted me," Nightingale chuckled, "Don't worry, I have no intention of harming you, I'm just here to talk to you...... So you don't need to use the crossbow in your sleeve. ”

Speer was stunned for a moment, and then his face quickly sank, "You know a lot," she pulled out her hands and folded them around her chest, "Tell me, is there anything you have to do here?"

"I have brought with me a message from His Highness Roland Wimbleton, Lord of the Frontier, Warden of the West, and the Fourth Prince of the Grey Keep," Nightingale said with a slight bow, "Now that he has established a new order in the West, where witches can live with ordinary people and progress hand in hand, I hope you will go and assist him." ”

"Four...... Prince?" the Marquis frowned and pondered for a moment, "is that the incompetent gentleman who is often used as a laughing stock among the nobles?" she had a ridiculous look on her face, "What are you kidding, Lord of the Frontier?

"Tyfeko is the real usurper," Nightingale corrected, "and it won't be long before he is thrown off the throne by Prince Roland." But that's not the point...... Your Highness wants to use your magic passage to strengthen the power of a witch, I wonder if you would like to go to the border town?"

. (To be continued.) )