The Devil’s Cage

Chapter 1737 is disturbing

For the catastrophe lady, Qin Ran did not have more impressions.

In fact, not only Qin Ran, the impression of the woman by the aborigines of this world is vague, only knowing that the 'black disaster' should be inextricably linked to each other.

Except for these, there is nothing left.

Powerful, mysterious, unknown.

In the eyes of the aborigines, it is fear and horror.

Can be seen in Qin Ran is suspicious.

Coupled with the existence of ‘hackers’, such suspiciousness has risen to a point that cannot be ignored.

“Is there any relationship between the so-called Ms. Ji’s and the hacker’s bastard?”

Qin Ran guessed.

His fingers tapped the table again.

This is the subconscious movement when he thinks.

In the small courtyard outside the room, Bohr, who checked the carriage again, was greeting his bodyguard Ashkano.

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

"food!"

"Food is what we should care about."

“From Sika City to Fort Aitenburg, it is not easy to buy enough food, especially in this harsh winter.”

Bohr stressed.

The appearance of Qin Ran disrupted all his arrangements, both good and bad.

The good thing is that he is safer.

The bad thing is that he may need a carriage to pack food.

For such expenses, he can't afford it for the time being.

As for the bonus of the spoils?

Horuf is a trustworthy person who has just given him.

The captive was worth more than he had imagined. Even with the swords and arquebuses, Horuff gave a total of 800 Kimpton. It would be more than enough to buy a carriage with two horses.

It is a pity that 90% of these Kimpton, he needs to give Qin Ran.

Half of the remaining one is Ashkano.

The rest is his.

And such money is not enough for the cost of a long-distance carriage. In fact, even the single-person travel carriage is far from enough.

Moreover, it takes money to replenish enough supplies.

Therefore, he can only find a way on his own carriage.

Fortunately, this carriage was specially selected for long-distance travel. Not only is the carriage wide and warm, but the roof is extremely strong. There are no problems with the four or five adults stepping on it, as well as the carriage. In the back, there are also two separate brackets that can store equivalent items, just by strapping the ropes.

Now, what Pol has done is to put the foods such as dried meat and bread that have just been purchased on the top of the car, some minor items on the shelf behind the car, and check that it is firm and reliable. Sex.

Ashkano, who returned from the Temple of War, helped to move.

"All right."

After the rope firmly fixed the items on the shelf, Boer patted the palm of his hand and looked at the food full of a car. He was relieved.

Before, Boer’s impression of Qin Ran was only strong, trustworthy and cold.

Now, in front of this impression, there is a ‘can eat’.

For this, Ashkano is also deeply experienced.

Because he was hungry again at night.

‘Child, the world is so big. ’

‘There is heaven outside, there are people outside. ’

‘You must be careful. ’

Inexplicable, he once again remembered the words of adopting his father.

Never, he felt that his adoptive father was right.

In the future, he must eat before Qin Ran, otherwise he will starve to death one day.

In order not to be starved to death, Ashkano has begun to consider whether the bounty that has just started should buy more food reserves.

Boer did not care about the bodyguards who thought about it. He took out the box filled with Kimpton from the carriage and went to the room where Qin Ran was.

Hey, hey.

"Please come in."

Boer, who raised his hand and knocked at the door, got a reply and walked in with the box.

"Lord Colin, I have just received a bounty, a total of 800 Kimpton, and this is your 720 Kimpton."

Bohr placed the box on the table.

"The bounty hunter is worth more than we think."

"He should have committed something, and this was given a reward."

As he opened the box, Bohr said.

Under the kerosene lamp, Kimpton's unique brilliance made Qin Ran's eyes look slightly, and the eyes flashed joy.

Gold coins always make Qin Ran feel happy.

Even when they are, they are just numbers.

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

"Thank you."

Qin Ran, who is in a good mood, said slowly.

"This is what I should do."

"Lord Colin, we will leave early tomorrow morning. Do you have anything to order?"

Bohr asked.

"No, good night."

Qin Ran shook his head.

Although Boer has the same identity as him, there are some things that Qin Ran will never tell the other party.

It is because the relationship between the two parties is not enough, but also because of confidentiality.

Before he could figure out what was going on, he would not want to have anything to do with the ‘fog god’.

Therefore, even if you want to run a little more tomorrow night, Qin Ran will not say anything more.

"So, good night."

"I wish you a good dream."

Boer walked out of the room with a smile and returned to the room after checking the door of Ashkeno.

Soon, the entire small courtyard was quiet.

After a while, the noise of the hotel lobby next door has become scarce.

During the day, I was busy for a day. In the evening, few people could stay up late. Even those night owls had to consider the next day's work and choose to go to bed early.

The whole Sika City is similar.

The sunrise, the sunset, and the recurring, even the city that connects the borders of Molda and Aitenburg is no exception.

The entire city fell asleep, except for the necessary patrols.

However, the study of the Viscount House of Sika City is an exception.

The body is thin, the face is rosy, and although the hair is white, the spirit of the Sika Viscount, holding a red flannel, gently wiped the two-handed sword in his hand.

The blade is one meter long and five feet wide. The palm is wide and very wide. The big handle is like a long spear. The weight is an adult fist size, dark and translucent, as if it is a small flail.

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

But a branch will not let the lord of the Sika collar take it so seriously.

The viscount, the one-inch inch wiped his weapon.

In his eyes, there is a faint excitement and expectation.

How can he not be excited?

How can he not expect?

The plan is still going to succeed.

Those evils that glared at the earth will finally be turned into Wu, and the entire Sika collar will be ushered in the dawn, returning to the embrace of the **** of war and bathing.

As soon as he thought of excitement, Viscount Sika couldn't help but clench his sword in his hand, straight forward and squat, and then followed a straight thorn.

There is no special move, it is the simplest foundation of swordsmanship.

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

The sin of the ordinary people, which is invisible to the naked eye, is more and more active.

They quietly approached the Viscount of Sika.

The viscount did not notice it.

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

"Thank you for your kindness."

A set of basic swordsmanship drills, the Viscount Sika whispered.

Then, return to calm, wait quietly.

About half an hour later, a middle-aged man with a strong body like a city wall appeared quietly in this study. Although wearing a plate armor and metal boots, the other party did not make a small sound.

But Viscount Sika did not have any accidents.

There is no hostility.

Instead, I welcome each other very much.

"Welcome, Sinclair."

Without choosing the etiquette of the nobility, the Viscount opened his arms and embraced the coming bishop in a warrior manner.

The Bishop of Sika City responded to the Viscount with the same etiquette.

"went well?"

The viscount asked.

"Ok."

“Absolutely smooth.”

Xin Kefu replied.

Generally smooth?

The Viscount was awkward, but the viscount who knew the other character did not ask, but waited quietly.

Sure enough, the next moment, the bishop continued.

“The 'fog' is even more embarrassing than we think.”

"It hides itself and wants to take advantage of the fisherman."

"If it is not the revelation of His Majesty, we will fall short."

After the bishop finished, he prayed to God of War, and the Viscount immediately followed the prayer. When the prayer was completed, the voice of Viscount Sika could not help but say, "Will it become trouble?"

"will not."

Facing the worried Viscount, the bishop shook his head.

He said with great certainty:

"It may be troublesome hidden in the dark."

"But when we found out, it was not a problem."

"The only pity is..."

"Ike."

Referring to the name of the recruit, the bishop’s face appeared in vain.

"That's a great guy, just like Carl."

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

"When it's over, I will tell everyone in my name."

"They are heroes and should not be buried."

Said the Viscount of Sika.

"Ok."

The bishop nodded heavily.

"Not only Ike, Hill, this time the sacrificed people will be treated as they should - this, I promise you."

Visa Sika emphasized.

"I believe you will say it, but we should keep the sacrifice to a minimum."

The bishop reminded the allies.

"You mean a curfew?"

"Will this be a stunned snake?"

Viscount Sika frowned.

"will not."

"Trust me, Carl's disappearance is enough to make you do this."

"Closed the gates during the day, only allowed to enter, the night curfew is just a normal operation. After all, Carl is the son of your sister - those evil bloodthirsty, no humanity, but with wisdom, will give their own correct Judging."

The bishop said with certainty.

"Okay, I will arrange."

The Viscount nodded.

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

"May God be with you."

"May God be with you."

After mutual blessing, the Viscount clenched his sword again, and the scent of the surrounding mist became more and more active.

The bishop who left the study was stiff and his eyes were scarlet.

......

"what?!"

"The gate is closed?"

"Only allowed to enter?"

At sunrise, when Bohr had just finished washing and preparing to leave, he got the terrible news from the innkeeper Horruff.

"Horoff, are you not lying to me?"

Boer looked at the hotel owner with suspicion.

It is not that she does not trust the innkeeper, but she has never heard of the closure of the city of Sika.

You know, the last time you closed the door, it was also traced back to the time when the 'black disaster' came.

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

"Every time I see Colin, I feel that I have a big problem."

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

The innkeeper scratched his head in distress, and only the remaining hair was barely erected under such a sway, making his head more bald.

Especially in the morning light, it is very bright.

He always felt that something bad happened.

And, more and more intense.

However, the mouth is still explaining.

It is both an explanation to Boer and a relief to himself.

"The relative of the Viscount of Sika, the captain of Carl was killed."

"He is very popular with the viscounts. Now that the people are dead, the viscount, of course, will have to find a water stone."

"However, the Viscount will not close Sika for a long time, up to three days!"

"After three days, you will be able to leave."

"Do not worry, it will not delay your business."

What Boer wants to do, the hotel owner knows one or two.

He has no comment on this.

He is already a retired person.

The re-emergence of the identity is nothing, and it is the best choice for An An to spend the rest of his life.

"Three days?"

Pol's brow wrinkled.

Three days certainly won't delay his business, but it will make his plan even more tense.

Even, you need to reschedule.

"Can communication in the Temple of War be used?"

Asked Bohr like this.

"of course."

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

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

Horuf said.

"I went to the Temple of War."

"Mr. Colin's breakfast is handed over to you."

After that, Bohr found out that five Kimptons were placed in the hands of the innkeeper, and turned and ran out.

"give it to me."

Looking at Kimpton in the palm of his hand, the innkeeper smiled.

If every guest is as cool as Bohr, he will be able to live forever.

Of course, there is absolutely no such thing as Qin Ran in the guests.

The innkeeper frowned as soon as he thought about the feeling the guy gave himself.

However, this does not affect him to tell the kitchen to do more.

Therefore, when Qin Ran was finished, large bowls of milk, toast, sausages and vegetables appeared in the room.

Steaming milk.

Wheaty toasted bread.

The unique flavor of the meat is combined with the fresh vegetable flavor, so that Qin Ran, who has not slept overnight, has a good spirit.

And just as he raised his hand and picked up a loaf of bread to prepare the sausage and vegetables, the [Mist of the Mist] in his arms suddenly jumped.

Could not help, Qin Ran frowned.

He, the most hated when he was eating, was disturbed.

(End of this chapter)