The Devil’s Cage Chapter 15: Disturb

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For that person Lady of Calamity, Kieran has no more impression.

In fact, it’s not just Kieran, the world’s native’s impression of this lady is also vague, only knowing that ‘Black Disaster’ should be inextricably linked to each other.

Except for these, there is nothing.

formidable, mysterious, unknown.

In the eyes of native, it is fear and terrible.

It seems suspicious to Kieran.

With the existence of ‘Broker’, such suspicion has risen to a point where it cannot be ignored.

"Is there any relationship between the so-called Lady of Calamity and the "Broker" bastard?"

Kieran guessed.

His fingers lightly tapped the table again.

This is a subconscious movement when he thinks.

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

"Ash, we don’t need that much wine."

"Food!"

"Food is what we should care about."

"From Syka City to Atandin Castle, it is not easy to buy enough food, especially in this severe winter."

Bohr emphasized.

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

The good thing is that he is more secure.

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

For such expenses, he can't afford it yet.

As for the prizes of loot?

Horuff is a trustworthy person who has just given him.

The captive was more valuable than he had imagined. Even with those swords and matchlocks, Horuff gave a total of 800Gold Puton. With such funds, buying a carriage with two horses is naturally more than enough.

Unfortunately, 90% of these Gold Puton, he needs to give Kieran.

Of the remaining 10%, half are Ashkano.

The rest is his.

And such money is not enough for a long-distance carriage. In fact, even the Single Player wagon is far from enough.

Moreover, it takes money to add enough supplies.

Therefore, he can only find a way in his carriage.

Fortunately, this carriage was specially selected for long-distance travel. Not only is the carriage wide and warm, but the roof is also extremely strong. There will be no problems for four or five adults to step on. There are two independent brackets at the back of the carriage, which can store the equivalent of item, just tie the rope.

And now, what Bohr does is put the foods like jerky and bread just purchased on the roof of the car, and put some minor item on the shelf behind the car, and check its firmness ,reliability.

The Ashkano returned from War God Temple will help transport.

"Okay."

After the rope firmly fixed the item on the shelf, the Bohr patted his palm lightly and looked at the cart full of food.

Previously, Bohr's impression of Kieran was only formidable, trustworthy and cold.

And now, in front of this impression, "can eat" appears.

For this, Ashkano also has deep experience.

Because, he went hungry again at night.

‘Children, the world is so big. ’

‘There is a sky outside, there are people outside. ’

‘You must be careful. ’

Inexplicably, he remembered the words of his adoptive father again.

Never before, he felt that his adoptive father was right.

He must eat before Kieran in the future, otherwise he will starve to death one day.

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

The Bohr bodyguard, who ignored his thoughts, took the box full of Gold Puton from the compartment and walked to the room where Kieran was.

Boom, boom.

"Please come in."

He knocked on the door with his hand and got the reply Bohr, and walked in with the box.

"Colin Your Excellency, I have just received the bounty, a total of 800Gold Puton, and this is your 720Gold Puton."

Bohr put the box on the table.

"That Bounty Hunter is more valuable than we thought."

"What he should have done, this was given a reward."

As he opened the box, Bohr said.

Under the kerosene lamp, the unique brilliance of Gold Puton made Kieran both eyes glance slightly, and the pleasure flashed in his eyes.

Gold coins always make Kieran happy.

Even sometimes, they only represent numbers.

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

"Thank you."

Happy Kieran said slowly.

"This is what I should do."

"Colin Your Excellency, we will leave early tomorrow morning, do you have anything else to order?"

Bohr asked.

"No, good night."

Kieran shook his head.

Although Bohr has the same identity as him, there are certain things that Kieran will never tell each other.

Because both parties have no relationship, it is also because of confidentiality.

Until he understands the situation before him, he doesn’t want to have any relationship with ‘God of Mist’ for the time being.

So, even if I had to run one more tomorrow night, Kieran would not say much.

"So, good night."

"I wish you a good dream."

Bohr walked out of the room with a smile, and told Ashkano to return to the room after inspecting the door of the hospital.

Soon, the entire courtyard became quiet.

After a while, the noise in the hotel lobby next door also became rare.

The day is busy for the day, and few people can stay up late at night. Even those night owls have to consider the work of the next day and choose to go to bed early.

The whole Syka City is similar.

Sunrise by day, sunset by day, and again and again, even this city connecting the borders Morsa and Atandin Castle is no exception.

Except for the necessary patrols, the whole city fell asleep.

However, the Viscount House of Syka City is an exception.

Thin figure, ruddy face, although the hair is gray, but the spirit is excellent Viscount Syka, holding a red velvet cloth, gently wipe the Two-Handed Sword in his hand.

The blade is one meter and five meters long, the slap is wide and very wide, the handle is thick like a lance, and the counterweight is an adult fist size, which is black and translucent, like a small flail.

There is no doubt that this handle Two-Handed Sword is very heavy, but in the hands of the thin Viscount Syka, it is like nothing, as if playing with a small branch.

But a branch will not make the lord of the tangible Syka Domain take it so seriously.

This Viscount Lord wipes his weapon inch by inch.

In his both eyes, there is faint excitement and anticipation.

How can he not be excited?

How can he not expect?

Planning the things that are still going on will finally succeed.

Those evil looking who blasphemed the earth are finally going to be black, and the whole Syka Domain will usher in the dawn, returning to the embrace of War God Your Highness and bathing in glory.

Thinking of the excitement, Viscount Syka couldn't help but squeeze the sword in his hand, straight forward, and then a straight stab.

There are no special moves, the simplest is Sword Art Basic.

But under such Basic, a terrible breath spread from the study.

The mist-like evil looking that ordinary people cannot see with naked eyes is becoming more active.

They approached Viscount Syka quietly.

And the Viscount did not notice it.

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

"Thank you for your gift."

A complete set of Basic Sword Art drilled Viscount Syka whispered.

Then, he returned to the calm and waited quietly.

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

But Viscount Syka has no accidents.

Not even the slightest hostility.

On the contrary, the other party is very welcome.

"Welcome, Synkev."

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

And the bishop of Syka City responded to the Viscount with the same courtesy.

"Is it going well?"

The Viscount asked.

"Uh."

"Generally smooth."

Synkev answered.

Generally smooth?

The Viscount was taken aback, but the Viscount, who knew the character of the opponent, did not question him, but waited quietly.

Sure enough, the next bishop continued.

"‘Mist’ is more cunning than we thought."

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

"If it is not the revelation of Your Highness, we will fall short."

After the bishop finished speaking, he prayed to War God, and the Viscount immediately followed the prayer. When the prayer was completed, the voice of Viscount Syka could not help lowering, saying: "Will it become trouble?"

"No."

In the face of the worried viscount, the bishop shook his head.

He said with certainty:

"It may be troublesome to hide in the dark."

"But when we discovered it, it was no trouble."

"It is a pity that Unique/only is..."

"Aikey."

When the name of the recruit is mentioned, the bishop's face is sad.

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

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

"When everything is over, I will tell everyone about it in my name."

"They are Hero and should not be buried."

Viscount Syka said positively.

"Uh."

The bishop nodded heavily.

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

Viscount Syka emphasized.

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

The bishop reminded allies.

"You mean curfew?"

"Will this fight the snake?"

Viscount Syka frowned.

"No."

"Trust me, the disappearance of Carl is enough for you to do so."

"Close the city gates during the day and only allow entry and not exit. Night curfews are just normal operations. After all, Carl is your sister’s son-those evil looking are bloodthirsty and inhuman, but they have the wisdom to give it themselves. Correct judgment."

The bishop said with certainty.

"Okay, I will arrange it."

The Viscount nodded.

Next, 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 blessing each other, Viscount clenched his sword again, and the misty evil looking around him became more active.

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

......

"What?!"

"City gate closed?"

"Allow only entry but not exit?"

At sunrise, when Bohr just finished washing and preparing to leave, he got the terrible news from the hotel owner Horuff.

"Horuff, aren't you lying to me?"

Bohr looked at the innkeeper suspiciously.

It's not that she doesn't trust the hotel owner, but she has never heard that Syka City will be closed.

Be aware that the last door closure will be traced back to the time of ‘Black Disaster’.

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

"Every time I see that person Colin, I think I will be in big trouble."

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

The innkeeper scratched his head distressedly, and only a few hairs remained, standing upright stubbornly under such a twist, making his head even more bald.

Especially in the morning light, it is very bright.

He always feels that something bad will happen.

Moreover, it is getting stronger.

However, his mouth is still explaining.

It is to explain to Bohr and to comfort myself.

"The relatives of Viscount Syka, Captain that person Carl was killed."

"He is very much loved by the Viscount’s uncle. Now that the man is dead, Lord that person Viscount, of course, will find a dew stone."

"However, Viscount that person does not close Syka City for President time, up to three days!"

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

"Relax, it won't delay you."

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

He has no comment on this~IndoMTL.com~.

He is already a retired person.

No matter how prominent your identity is, it is best to spend the rest of your life steadily.

"Three days?"

Bohr frowned.

Of course, three days will not delay his affairs, but it will make his plans more tense.

Even, it needs to be rearranged.

"Can communication within War God Temple still work?"

Ask like Bohr.

"Of course."

"Viscount that person will not affect War God Temple."

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

Horuff said.

"I'm going to War God Temple."

"Breakfast for Colin Your Excellency has been prepared by you."

After finishing, Bohr found five Gold Puton and put them in the hotel owner’s hands, turned around and ran out.

"Leave it to me."

Looking at Gold Puton in his palm, the innkeeper smiled.

If every guest is as cool as Bohr, he will surely be able to live for a hundred years.

Of course, no one like Kieran can appear in the guests.

The innkeeper frowned as soon as he thought of how the guy felt about him.

However, this does not prevent him from telling the kitchen to do more.

So, when Kieran was finished washing, a large pot of milk, toast, sausages and vegetables appeared in the room.

Steaming milk.

Mixed tangy toast.

The unique aroma of meat and the fresh vegetable flavor combine to refresh Kieran who has not slept overnight.

And just as he raised his hand to pick up a piece of bread and prepared to sandwich sausages and vegetables in it, [Lord of Mist] in his arms suddenly jumped.

Can't help, Kieran frowned.

He hates being disturbed the most while eating.