A strange world

The drunken guest staggered out of the tavern, and after not walking far, he went into the street and leaned against the wall to vomit. He wiped it casually with his sleeve, exuding the disgusting smell of alcohol, and walked crookedly on the street, bumping into each other. Enter a group of soldiers preparing to leave the city.

"Damn drunkard..."

The soldier pushed the drunken man away in disgust and continued to follow the hundred-man team out of Breeze City.

They put on their war horses outside the city and galloped toward the east.

Running from early morning to afternoon, from afternoon to evening, the soldiers came to a vast wheat field in the gorgeous sunset.

The rising smoke is scattered across the farmland.

But when the knights went deep into the wheat field along the field ridge, the rats, like low tides, rushed out of the wheat field, squeaking and climbing on the horses, tearing at the flesh.

The horses ran wildly, screaming and throwing away the knights, and fell down the field. The soldiers who were caught off guard were covered in rats when they landed, turning into balls of surging fur.

"Rat Tide! Rat Tide! This is a trap! All soldiers leave! Someone must take the news out!"

The soldiers' commanders made mistakes, and when the soldiers lost their will to fight, the battle began to be devastating - the silhouettes of a few horses riding fully armored horses were also shot down by the fluorescent green evil energy shot out of the wheat fields while escaping.

The slanting smoke is still scattered across the farmland, rising towards the sky and merged into the red clouds at dusk.

Blood-stained, mutilated corpses and short limbs were scattered in this bloody wheat field.

The rat tide recedes, revealing a rat man wearing goat horns. It picked up a piece of plate armor covered with tooth marks, and a blood-stained letter fell from the middle of the plate armor.

It whispered something to the other ratmen, swung its bald tail and left.

The sun disappeared deep into the sea of ​​trees, and the moonlight shone on the devastated battlefield.

dumb--

The crow, like a vulture, alights on the branches.

Not long after, a silent team entered the bloody wheat field with the silhouette of a crow mask.

The Silhouettes searched everywhere, loading the bodies onto pallets and burning them, creating acrid smoke and flickering lights in the night.

The crow-masked figures burned the bodies and left. Thick smoke rose from the dim firelight, and the smoke condensed into an evil outline with goat's horns.

The envelope buried in the ground, with blood on the edges and a burnt corner, floated in front of it.

"The smell of conspiracy..."

Silhouette took a deep breath, "Let me see what I can get with this... Well... That's it..."

A sulfur-smelling breeze lifted the envelope and landed on a branch.

The crow on the treetop woke up, reflecting the moonlight and the letter. It lowered its head, picked up a corner of the envelope, spread its wings and flew away.

The dark night gradually faded, and the pale golden light of the morning broke through the clouds and mist, illuminating the caravan emerging from the valley filled with thick mist.

Many sparrows and crows alighted on the carriage. The crow on the truck let go of the broken letter and was driven away again.

Soon after, the caravan resumed its journey. They passed through a small town in the morning, but did not stop. Instead, they came to a black stone castle not far from the town.

…

Since the convoy carrying a large amount of the family's wealth and escorts was attacked, the Reeves family has been plunged into dark clouds.

Every day, maids and servants run away with their belongings, and the indifference of the two mistresses makes the situation more serious. Now, there are only a few loyal servants left in the castle.

Osulund still maintains normal order under the leadership, and the Reeves family strictly implements the thirty-seven agricultural tax agreed by their ancestors - farmers can keep 30% of the food produced by their hard work.

You must know that in other aristocratic areas, the agricultural tax that farmers need to pay is 91, and even all of it belongs to the nobility. They only work for the nobles in exchange for survival.

So when the farmers heard that something had happened to Mr. Reeves, who liked to gallop on the wheat fields, they even carried grain to Blackstone Castle, fearing that the Reeves family would not be able to survive and the place would be occupied by other nobles——

"Miss Layla, here is a letter for Miss Itilia."

After the previous butler defected and took away many belongings, the orphan adopted since childhood was promoted to be the new butler. She brought the letter that arrived with the truck to the second daughter of the Reeves family, Layla Reeves.

"...Where did this letter come from?" A young girl wearing a black lace gauze dress, with long black hair shawl maturely, but with the features and figure of a girl looked at the letter with disgust, "Death and putridity , and some conspiracy. It smells disgusting."

"Wenganda's truck." The young butler said, hesitatingly asking: "Do you want me to dispose of it?"

"Forget it, give it to me."

Leila twisted the corner of the envelope, and her invisible hands tore open the envelope and unfolded the letter.

[Dear...sisters:

I'm okay, okay for now. Some kind people who were willing to help me saved me from starving and freezing to death on the street. I'm in Breeze City now, and unfortunately the murderer found me... In order for this letter to be delivered to Osurond Territory smoothly, I can't tell the person's name directly. 】

[I became a warlock and had some friends around me who were willing to help me, but it was not enough. I need some help...but if you're too busy taking care of yourself...that's as it should be, and you're probably facing more pressure than me at this point. 】

[Don’t take revenge, the enemy is far more powerful than you think. Don't come to me either, Osurond Land is safe. 】

"Miss Leila...Miss Leila?"

Layla came back to her senses due to the call, and the housekeeper asked in confusion: "What's wrong with you?"

"Where is my...eldest sister!"

"You should still be in the study at this time."

"I'm going to find her...ask Wenganda not to leave yet!"

Layla took the envelope with her and walked briskly and happily through the corridor, through the auditorium, and to the tower.

Bang——

The young woman sitting at the desk, dealing with territorial affairs, said helplessly: "Laila, I have said many times that you must knock gently at all times."

The young woman is also wearing a long black dress. The lack of blood on her cheeks and the haggard and peaceful eyes remind people of intelligence.

"Sister, black clothes don't match you at all."

"what are you saying?"

"This letter... comes from Breeze."

Leila couldn't wait to hand over the letter, and then said excitedly to her sister who was reading the letter: "Did you see it, eldest sister? My brother is still alive and has become a warlock!"

"We can't confirm yet..."

The young woman suppressed her emotions. She took out the snuff bottle from the secret compartment behind the oil painting on the wall and put in a purple crystal:

"Ancestor Spirit, is this letter true?"

Purple smoke lingered and rose, and as they watched uneasily, a rough cough came from the snuff bottle: "There are no lies, what the letter said is true..."

The pale hand he held put another red crystal into his hand, and his fragile voice trembled:

"I want to know if our brother is still alive..."

Crimson smoke rose along with the answer: "He is far from you...but of course alive."

The young woman's strength finally melted, her eyes turned red, she fell back into her chair and covered her mouth, crying:

"My brother..."