Release that Witch

The world is gray, whether it is the sky, the ground, or the ocean.

Although the south-central area of ​​the Grey Fort is not covered by endless snow, it can't avoid the influence of the evil moon. The sun is not visible above the head, and the gray clouds occupy the entire sky. The earth rises into a pale fog, and all the mud, rocks and jungles are buried. There is only one black and gray mountain peak, and the head is exposed from the clouds, and it is advancing toward the southern end of the mainland. This is also the target of the nightingales.

When she was flying in the sky, she experienced the terrible cold wind. Even wearing the special windproof clothing that was given to her by the predecessor, the scarf and cuffs could not withstand the cold. Especially the ears and fingers, will soon lose consciousness because of the low temperature, have to stop and rest for a while, so the full speed flight as long as half a day, and finally extended to the next day.

"We are here," Lightning came closer to her.

The nightingale poked his head out and saw that the ridges under his feet became much lower, like sinking into the ground. A city built on a mountain faintly emerged in the fog, which should be their target.

"Let's land," she patted Mack's broad back. "Be careful not to let others see it."

"Hey!" Mai Hao nodded, gathered his wings and glided down. The fog came over and quickly enveloped the three people until they landed. The nightingale discovered that the visibility around it was astonishingly low. It was almost fifty steps away. It was difficult to tell what was in the distance.

This is good news for the witch, at least not easily found.

After entering the fog, the world will appear in a real face. She is not worried about the white fog that slams into the arms of the judges of the church.

"You are waiting for me here," said the nightingale. "It shouldn't take long."

"His Royal Highness kept me alert in the air," Lightning shook his head.

"Also told me to be in charge of emergency contact, to avoid you kidnapping the target!" Mai Hao re-emerged as a fat pigeon, kneeling on the head of the little girl.

His Royal Highness was making a meaningless entrustment, and the nightingale reluctantly thought, "If that is the case, then let's go."

The world turned into black and white, the fog disappeared, or they became other forms, which could no longer hinder their observation. Everything in front of me was suddenly clear, and the dark wall appeared two hundred meters away. It extended from the side of the mountain and connected the city to the mountain like a hood. Compared to the outer wall of the Long Song Fortress, this stone wall is much shorter, and the city has not seen the guards on the whistle.

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

The city is half as small as the fortress. It is just a part of the mountain wall. It is more like a small town. However, the body of the Dragon Ridge is located in the rock, and the castle of the Lord is embedded in the middle of the mountain, which can be seen from afar.

The nightingale confirmed that the lightning and wheat stalks followed the way into the city and went straight to the castle.

This work is no stranger to her, and she can even be called a very good one.

When driven by the old Gülen, sneaking into other aristocratic mansions and castles is a common task. Most of these houses have the same structure. The owners always like to set their rooms in the most central and most spacious position. At that time, she was still unable to penetrate the wall freely. She could only hide her own figure, carefully avoiding possible traps and stones of punishment, and stealing the letters and documents hidden in the cupboard.

Now that there is a fog, nature is even more important. The stone of the gods inlaid at the corner of the castle channel presents a matte black hole, which is as eye-catching as the bright moon hanging in the night sky. The hidden organs are nowhere to be seen, and their twisted contours are like gentle squirming, and she can easily destroy them through the walls. Within the scope of the ability, the nightingale is completely free to move, and the walls, door leaves and roofs are invisible in her eyes.

Into the top of the largest room, she found her own goal.

Although he had never seen each other, the nightingale confirmed that this person was the lord of the Dragon Ridge, the Marquis of Speer Passy. Because the other side is running with the magical brilliance of blue, it is also the only color in the foggy world.

The Marquis sat at the desk, and the goose pen in her hand flew up and down. It seemed to be writing something. She was about thirty years old, her wrinkles had been crawling around her eyes, and her silver curls and plain robes were older. The nightingale carefully inspected the room. There was no stone in the room, and no organs existed. The only weapon of the other party was a short shackle hidden in the sleeve. The structure was exquisite, and at a glance, the cost was high.

After leaving a mark at the window, she gathered the fog and showed her figure.

"Hello, Marquis Spoel Passy."

Suddenly the sound of the sound made the other person tremble, and quickly raised his head, and looked at the nightingale in front of him, then quickly calmed down, "Who are you?"

The nightingale couldn't help but think of the scene when he first met with Lord Roland. The first reaction of the other party turned out to be a runaway, and he had to use his dagger to leave him. Now it is really awkward to think of it.

"My name is Nightingale, from the town of Bianbu in the west. As you can see, I am a witch."

"I think so, no one except the witch can take it anymore," Speer pretended to be calm, and one hand slowly extended into the sleeve. "You don't know if you should knock before you come in." ?"

"The one that greets me is the guard, not you," the nightingale chuckled. "Reassured, I don't mean to hurt you. I just want to talk to you here...so you don't need to use the secrets in your sleeves."

Speer glanced, and then his face quickly sank. "You know a lot," she pulled her hands and hugged her chest. "Let's say, are you coming here?"

"I brought the lords of Bianbu Town, the guardian of the West, the four princes of the Grey Fort, the message of His Royal Highness Roland Wimbledon," the nightingale squatted. "Now he established a witch in the West to live with ordinary people. A new order of progress, I hope you can go to assist him."

"Four... prince?" Marquis frowned and thought for a moment. "Is that incompetent sorrow often used as a laughing stock between the nobility?" Her face showed a ridiculous look. "What jokes, the lord of the town? He is just a match." To the rebel in the remote land!"

“Tefico is the real squatter,” the Nightingale corrected. “And it will take a long time for him to be pushed down by Prince Roland. But these are not the main points... Your Highness hopes to strengthen it with your magical channel. The ability of a witch, I wonder if you are willing to go to Bianbu Town?"

(To be continued.)