The streets of Venewards have disappeared from bright colors, replaced by red maple and green pines, and the strong color of this rock-like city is decorated with colorful colors.

Quillen likes to stand under the pine tree and watch his subordinates hang up the moaning beggar, which gives him the illusion of destiny beside the gallows, and those who have been standing on the platform are nobles; everyone who is dragged up to the tree wails with all their might, because everyone knows that if Quillen can enjoy the confession of sinners, he will die quickly and the pain will be short.

However, there are too few trees in the city, and the Frost Moon is even more bare. This is not in line with the rules of the Chew Wheel Gang. The Chew Wheel Gang is a gang that specializes in robbing business travelers, but the gang also has rules. Those who have no rules are not called gangs, but are beggars that no one looks down upon. Those who do everything, face the single travelers as vicious as wild dogs, and are as weak as rabbits preyed by wild dogs in front of the gang.

When hiding in the sewers and old streets of Venevods East City, Quillen believed that the difference between the two was the rules; but when he ruled the places where he once struggled to hide, Quillen understood that the real reason was magic - beggars and homeless people are mostly ordinary people, while gangsters always have mysterious creatures.

In the face of magical power, ordinary people are rabbits.

Just like the caravan in front of Quillen, the alley was verdict, and horses and carriages were passing through the entrance of the alley. The shattering of bells and whips, the rotten stench of salt and spices, the most tempting aroma of wine and fruits, almost instantly robbed Quillen's attention.

His heart pulsed, and his nerves were pricked like a needle. He stood up and took everyone's eyes together. His five fingers wrapped in leather and dirty cloth tightened the knife, and he heard everyone swallowing.

The subordinates with mud braids stood beside the poor tortured person. The most convenient thug of Quiren's gang, "Iron Plate". He stared at the caravan's fat long-maned horse and turned around and cut the tramp's throat.

"It's a caravan, sir." Tiedeng called out the title that Quillen was willing to accept without any hindrance, as if the latter could be closer to the platform next to the execution ground. "The mark I've never seen before is a new caravan."

There are no fewer new caravans who want to transport the native products from the north to the Iceland. If there is anything more adventurous than smuggling in the Eastman Kingdom, it must be to go to the Iceland to do business. The road to Veneuts alive is only one by the Four Leaf Forest, which is called the "Eternal Green Vein", and is the bloodline that maintains the lives of the Iceland people in the dark night.

There is no doubt that even if the Silver Eagle Knights set up levels here and were tax-intensive, there were endless merchants willing to take out gold coins - Venewards lacked everything rich in the warm area, and the priceless fur beast horns in the north were flooded with disasters and worthless. But these are the mysterious legacy of monsters, and the profits brought by exchanging each other's needs are extremely amazing.

"The month of harvest is coming soon." Quillen didn't look at the dead at all. Now he had a new source of enjoyment, so blood flowed in the slit. His subordinates slaughtered the living people in their hands, and the light of greed and cruelty was revealed in their eyes, causing the last horse passing by to make a short neigh, swinging its tail and speeding up its pace.

Quillen inhale deeply, and the sweet and mellow blood piqued the organs. He saw the moon in the sky, with cracks covered with pure white.

And rabbits should be eaten by wild dogs, this is the rule.

"Business is coming." He put a string of silver nails on his arm, and at this moment, as the muscles pulled, strength and barbarity rushed left and right. "The wheel passed by before his eyes, and it was innocently oppressed by goods and horses, and Gaia would not allow it. We must tell those rabbits who had been trekking and were covered in fat, the wheel gang would never sit by and watch their crimes."

Tiedeng saw the sign on the flag. "Sir, that is the mission of the mercenary." He believed that Quillen must have noticed it.

"The adventurers have rules, too." The leader of the Wheel Gang didn't care. He ruled the gang with mysterious power, but he was by no means relying on his power to get rid of the identities of beggars and thieves. "They would not go against the nobles. It happened that a team of Templars came from the town of Bonfire. These shiny iron-shelled wastes would not stay in the city for too long, and I needed their flags."

...

Joey landed on a rock, opened his mouth and said something, but he could not break the tranquility as if he was a deaf person. Uriel tried hard to identify it, and finally recognized the sentence:

"What did you see?"

I saw a normal valley, but my ears didn't think so. Uriel was about to shake his head and said that he hadn't started yet, but suddenly realized that Joey was actually reminding himself that he should start, because predictions almost cost real time.

And Joey asked this sentence more than once. He heard it for the first time in Frost Leaf Fort, and now it is the second time. Maybe there will be more in the future... Maybe he can think of a way to let this sentence tie himself to reality.

You can't control your magic, you can only control yourself

So he mobilized the fire, the flames burned, pulling the magic. He tried his best to make the idea of ​​exploring the future in his mind, and decided to start from half a minute ago-

It was difficult to see the moon in the dense forest, but her light was reflected by the flowing water, and the ground was covered with shatters. Uriel just blinked his eyes and saw the rippling waves, reflecting the branches on the cliff.

He was lying in the crack of the rock, holding a handful of fern leaves in his hand. The apprentice quickly threw them away, but still dyed the sticky green juice in his hand. The slight movement was still silent. He raised his face and saw the messenger lowering his head as if he was feeling, and the two of them met in the air.

Joey hasn't come down yet and hasn't asked that, I've succeeded!

The joy of gratitude made Uriel breathe a long sigh. Unlike in the battle of Frost Leaf Fort, what supported him at that time was actually emotion rather than reason. The former always wanted to like the fire more than the latter; when rationality prevailed, the magic power was more difficult to control.

He has not seen the so-called knowledge of magic yet, but he is becoming more and more capable of controlling himself. From this perspective, Joey is really a tutor, at least the method given to him is easy to use.

"White." Uriel knew Joey would definitely hear it, "I want to go in first."

I'm going to enter the valley, so now you have to tell me what's inside, right?

The messenger descended and pushed the dwarf aside. His blue eyes were coldly staring at the light element, and the latter had to retreat and turn his face away.

"They can't hear you." The apprentice reminded.

"I'm not trying to hide it," said Joey, "but get out of the way."

But what you show will only give people a first idea... He decided to go straight to the topic: "It's already very quiet. Is there anything in the valley that must be heard?"

"I don't know. Kroy has recorded that it's just that magic is not allowed to make sounds."

Using magic? Uriel was careful, and Joey continued: "The anomaly here comes from the ancient curse: the era of fighting with the evil dragons, there was an army in the Knox camp belonging to the cave people - it was rumored that they were subspecies of the lizard people and liked to use bagpipes and cowhide drums to control elements to fight."

Uriel turned his head when he heard this and happened to see York's body shaking, and his orange-red face faded a little.

He held back his smile and asked, "It shouldn't be a control of elemental life?"

"Elemental life has its own fire, but it won't listen to them." Joey was not interested in intimidating York. "The cave people live in the mountains and are not very friendly to humans."

"Where is that curse?" If the apprentice did not remind him, Joey would probably forget where he had just said. "What happened to the cavemen's army and this valley?"

"Army." Joey repeated, "they met a powerful demon monarch, who was wiped out here. The cavemen disappeared."

The faint voice disappeared, and the valley was restored to peace. Ulier felt a little heavy. He suddenly realized that war was easy to say, but in fact it was just as cruel as the disaster that occurred in Four Leaf City.

He made up his mind to embark on the path of the mysterious, but his will cannot be trained in one day. Without Joey's guidance in Four Leaf City, he would never have been able to reach the present.

"What an ancient story, I always thought the evil dragon was a legend." Paint murmured.

York was different from him: "Wentherspont exists, and my father had participated in the Battle of Dawn."

The lifespan of the light elemental creature is more than two thousand years old, and Uriel is not surprised. He was curious about the war-related things: "Do you know a lot about the St. Milund's Grand Alliance and the Evil Dragon?"

"It's not like that. Because he died in that war."

What? Uriel almost asked, he always felt something was wrong here-

My father died in the war a thousand years ago, and his biological son would probably not be over 300 years old, right?

"The way elemental life reproduces is quite strange," York explained. "I can understand it even if you humans can't accept it."

"Sorry." Uriel felt very embarrassed, and he couldn't wait to skip the question. So the apprentice expressed his apology as quickly as possible, and then returned tiredly to the curse that Joey had said three times but had not finished.

This time the messenger finally found the point: "After the demon monarch slaughtered the cave people, the valley became a dead place. The undispersed fire converged into a mystery, blocking the ancient battlefield."

"There is only one curse, or mysterious rule:"

"Don't disturb the heroic soul."

“No noise or noise—”

"Victims will surely be buried here."
Chapter completed!