The world is gray, whether it is the sky, the ground, or the ocean.
Although the central and southern area of Graycastle would not be covered by endless heavy snow, it could not avoid the influence of the evil moon. The sun could not be seen overhead, and the gray clouds occupied the entire sky. A pale mist rose from the ground, burying the soil, rocks, and jungle, leaving only a black-and-gray mountain peak that emerged from the cloud and mist, meandering toward the southern tip of the continent, and this was also the target Nightingale and his party referred to.
When flying in the sky with Maisie, she deeply experienced how terrifying the unshielded cold wind was. Even if she put on the special windproof clothes that His Highness handed her before departure, her scarf and cuffs could not resist the cold. Especially the ears and fingers will quickly lose consciousness due to the low temperature, and have to stop and rest frequently, so the full-speed flight only takes half a day, and finally extended to the next day.
"We're here," Lightning moved closer to her.
Nightingale stuck her head out, and saw that the ridge under her feet had become much lower, as if it was sinking into the ground. A city built on the mountain was faintly looming in the mist. This should be their goal, Falling Dragon Ridge.
"Let's land," she patted Maisie's broad back, "be careful not to let others see it."
"Ow!" Maisie nodded, folded her wings, and glide down. The fog rushed towards the face and quickly enveloped the three of them. It was not until they landed that Nightingale realized that the visibility around them was surprisingly low. It was almost hazy at a distance of fifty paces, and it was difficult to discern what was in the distance.
This is good news for witches, at least not easily detected.
And after entering the fog, the world will appear with its true face, and she is not worried about crashing into the arms of the church's Judgment Army because of the thick white fog.
"Just wait for me here," Nightingale said. "It shouldn't take long."
"His Royal Highness asked me to provide vigilance in the air," Lightning shook his head.
"I also asked me to be in charge of emergency contact to prevent you from kidnapping the target Goo!" Maisie transformed into a fat pigeon and crouched on top of the little girl's head.
His Highness was making a meaningless exhortation again, and Nightingale thought helplessly, "If that's the case, let's go."
In an instant, the world turned black and white, and the fog disappeared or, in other words, they changed into other forms, and could no longer hinder their observation. Everything in front of him was suddenly very clear. The dark city wall appeared two hundred meters away, extending from the side of the mountain, connecting the city and the mountain like a hood. Compared with the outer wall of Changsong Fortress, this stone wall is much shorter, and there are no guards at the top of the city.
Nightingale walked to the wall, easily found the entrance made of twisted lines, took a step forward, and was already behind the city wall.
This city is more than half the size of the fortress, and the scale is more like a small town just sticking out of this part of the mountain wall. However, the main body of the Falling Dragon Ridge is located in the rocks, and the lord castle is embedded in the middle of the mountain, which can be seen from a distance.
After Nightingale confirmed that Lightning and Maisie followed into the city, they walked straight towards the castle.
This job is not new to her, and it can even be called very good.
When forced by Old Glenn, infiltrating other noble mansions and castles is a common task. Most of these houses have the same structure, and the mansion owner always likes to set his room in the most central and spacious position. At that time, she could not freely penetrate the partition wall, so she could only hide her figure, carefully avoid possible traps and the Stone of God's Retaliation, and stole those letters and documents hidden in the cabinet.
Now that there is fog, it is naturally not a problem. The stone of punishment inlaid at the corner of the castle passage presents a black hole without light, which is as eye-catching as the bright moon hanging in the night sky. The hidden mechanisms have nowhere to hide, their twisted contours creeping slowly like earthworms, and she can easily destroy them through walls. Within the sphere of influence, Nightingale was completely able to move at will, and the walls, doors and roofs were nothing to her.
Walking into the largest room on the top floor, she found her purpose.
Although he had never met the other party, Nightingale immediately confirmed that this person was the Lord of Falling Dragon Ridge, Marquis Spell Passy. Because the opponent's body is running the blue magic brilliance, and it is also the only color in the foggy world.
The Marquis was sitting at the desk, the quill in her hand was flying up and down, as if she was writing something. She was about thirty years old, with wrinkles crawling around the corners of her eyes, and her silver curly hair and plain robe made her look older. Nightingale checked the room carefully. There was no Stone of God's Punishment, and there was no mechanism. The only weapon the opponent had was a short crossbow hidden in his sleeve.
After leaving a mark by the window, she closed the mist and emerged.
"Hello, Lord Marquis Spell Passy."
The sudden sound made the other party tremble, and he quickly raised his head to meet Nightingale in front of him, and then quickly calmed down, "Who are you?"
Nightingale couldn't help but think of the scene when she first met His Royal Highness Roland. The other party's first reaction was to turn around and run away, but she had to use a dagger to keep him behind. Now that I think about it, I can't help laughing.
"My name is Nightingale, and I'm from Border Town in the West. As you can see, I'm a witch."
"I think so too, except for witches, no one can come uninvited," Speer pretended to be calm, and slowly stretched a hand into his sleeve, "You don't know that you should knock on the door before you come in. ?"
"The one who greets me is the guard, not you," Nightingale chuckled. "Don't worry, I have no intention of hurting you. I'm here just to talk to you... So you don't need to use the dark crossbow in your sleeve."
Speer was stunned for a moment, then his face quickly sank, "You know quite a lot," she pulled out her hands and wrapped her arms around her chest, "Tell me, what's the matter with you here?"
"I have brought a message from the lord of Border Town, the guardian of the western border, the fourth prince of Graycastle, and His Royal Highness Roland Wimbledon," Nightingale bowed slightly, "now he has established a witch in the western border who can live with ordinary people and join hands. Progressive New Order, and I hope you can go and assist him."
"Four... prince?" The Marquis frowned and thought for a moment. "Is that the incompetent dude who is often used as a laughing stock among nobles?" She had an absurd look on her face, "What are you kidding me, Lord of Border Town? A traitorous king in a desolate land!"
"Tifeko is the real usurper," Nightingale corrected, "and it won't be long before he will be pushed off the throne by Prince Roland. But these are not the point... Your Highness hopes to use your magic channel to strengthen a The ability of a witch, I wonder if you are willing to go to Border Town?".
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