Seen from a distance, Boomer Town is quiet and peaceful.
But after getting closer, it was eerily quiet.
Not a sound.
There were neither insects nor dogs barking, and there were no security guards who were supposed to be guarding the gate of the town.
Peters immediately stopped the carriage.
He clenched the hilt of the sword with one hand, and knocked on the carriage with the other.
Boom, boom, boom.
When Peters knocked for the first time, Jason had already opened the carriage door and walked down. Earlier, he had already smelled the surroundings carefully.
There was no smell of food.
Looking at the extremely quiet town, a little uneasiness immediately rose from the bottom of Jason's heart.
This feeling made him instinctively think of the first time he stood in front of the 'Moon Mask' door and was about to open it. Without hesitation, Jason asked, "Are there any other options?"
"have!"
"About 20 miles from Booma Town, there is another village."
Peters said with certainty.
"Go to that village to rest."
After Jason finished speaking, he boarded the carriage.
Then, Peters turned the carriage around and headed towards the village.
And just after Jason's carriage left, the traces of wheels and horseshoes on the ground when they left disappeared.
It was as if an invisible person had cleaned up all of these.
…
About two hours later, a team of twenty people suddenly appeared in the distance of Booma Town. They were wearing uniform red uniforms, black hats, long white legs and black boots.
Every war horse he rides is tall, tall and straight, with slender limbs, and it runs extremely fast.
It is only four or five breaths from a distance to Booma Town.
And, when stopped, everyone is aligned.
"Captain, the traces have disappeared here."
After one of them squatted down on the ground and searched carefully, he subconsciously looked at the strange town of Buma.
"Oh, it's just pretending to be a ghost."
"There are too many such techniques on the mysterious side."
"Not to mention the heir to 'Cat Hole.'"
"However, he also knows such little tricks. We know far more secret techniques for real combat than he does!"
"he?"
"Vulnerable!"
The leader sneered, then waved his hand.
Immediately, the whole team rushed in.
The confident leader was no exception.
However, when the horses rushed into the town of Boulma, the sound of the horseshoes disappeared.
Even the horseshoe marks left outside the town disappeared together.
Not just the vicinity, but the horseshoe marks they have traveled along the way.
It seems that they have never been here.
Or rather...
They never existed.
…
Tower city, ruins.
After a whole day of cleaning, the remnants of Taur's 'dark watchers' were finally found in the ruins.
There aren't any intact bodies.
The energy generated at the center of the explosion directly shredded them.
In fact, these are the 'Dark Guardians'. If they were ordinary people, they would probably have no bones left.
After relying on some means from the mysterious side to confirm the identities of all the 'dark watchers', the adjutant walked into the temporary tent with a serious face.
Inside the tent, Baron Mallor, who was wearing a light-colored knight uniform and riding boots, was seriously reading a few secret letters in his hand.
As the person in charge of the unexpected incident in Tower City, this Baron Mallor is not very old, in his early thirties, with a mature and handsome face, especially when he is serious, his eyes are even brighter.
The adjutant did not make a sound, but waited quietly.
It wasn't until Mallor put down all the letters that the report was handed over.
"Everyone, including Cronin, was wiped out?!"
Looking at this report, even though Baron Mallor had already prepared in his heart, he still frowned.
Because, he knew very well what it meant to lose a whole team of 'Dark Guardians'.
Not to mention that every "Dark Guardian" is a very talented person, and they are piled up from countless resources. The forces and organizations behind these people alone are enough to cause headaches.
The old school genre has long since disappeared.
However, new forces and organizations have also been established.
Just like his 'new nobleman'.
They are all winners of the last war.
And he was even luckier.
He inherited his father's 'spoils' and thus became a baron among the new nobles.
Think about the meaning of this mission.
Planning for the greatest benefit, the baron spoke slowly.
"1. Intensify efforts to search for members of the 'Renaissance Society'."
"2. Verify that 'Piper' is true or false."
"3. Block all news here, and deal with all those who escaped."
In a peaceful tone, he said extremely cruel things.
The adjutant was not surprised at all.
He is very clear about his chief's behavior style.
"Yes, sir."
After the adjutant bowed in response, he turned and left the tent.
The baron sat down in the chair again, and once again picked up the secret letter on the table.
These secret letters are from Jedalon.
It has a detailed record of Peters's recent years.
If it weren't for the conclusive testimony of more than a dozen witnesses, the baron would not have believed that the heir of the 'Cat Cave' had chosen to be a coachman, so he sent someone to contact Jedalon's spies.
And now
The baron knew his chance had come.
Looking at the information in the secret letter that the heir of 'Cat Cave' became a coachman for a graduate of 'Griffin Camp' and headed to the harbor of 'Hans', the baron couldn't help but smile.
That 'camp of griffins' graduate is of no importance at all.
Although it is a 'Griffin Camp', it is a small place like Jedalen, not the 'Griffin Camp' of Golsey.
What he needs is a 'cat hole' heir.
The guy who is missed by many big figures in the federation.
He has sent a team of cronies to capture the other party.
Just catching the other party, or bringing back the other party's body, is enough to make him attract the attention of the new nobles.
Maybe the title can be upgraded to another level.
Sir Viscount Mallor
No, Lord Mallor!
What a nice title.
Thinking of the bright future, the corners of the baron's mouth became more curved.
But the next moment, the smile on the baron's face froze.
His face became extremely pale.
Then…
puff!
A mouthful of blood just spat out.
However, Baron Mallor didn't bother to wipe the blood at all. He lowered his head and was about to twist the ring on his left index finger.
This is the ring to communicate with his cronies.
He needs to know what happened, why a person died.
But just as his finger was about to touch the ring—
Puff puff!
A series of nineteen mouthfuls of blood spewed out uncontrollably.
If the baron's complexion was pale before, now he looks like a dead man.
Moreover, he could no longer sit still.
With a plop, he fell to the ground.
The guards on duty outside the door rushed in immediately when they heard the abnormal noise.
next moment-
"Come on, the Baron has passed out."
then!
"Come on, come on!"
"My Lord Baron seems to be..."
"died!"
Suddenly, the camp was in chaos.
At this time, Jason just fell asleep.