Dancing is not allowed on the grave

"You are right."

Lancelot's fingertips flashed a dark blue gleam of deception, and then he pushed open the coffin lid as if nothing had happened.

Syl sat up and just took a few breaths of fresh air when his attention was attracted by the tall buildings around him.

He had never seen such a city since he came to Losra.

Different from the quiet Karami, a free and lively town in the Ferdinand border, it is open and bright, the streets can accommodate four carriages, the shops on both sides are bright and clean, and the glass windows display flowers and exquisite decorations, everything seems to be shining .

At the end of the street is a circular white dove square. In the center is a statue of the Goddess of Light with clasped hands and curly hair. A huge totem of holy light hangs behind her.

The carriage quickly crossed the street, and when it passed under the statue, Syl looked up and saw the gentle and calm expression of the goddess statue with downcast eyes praying, and the beautiful face shrouded in holy white light. washing.

After passing through several cities, the carriage finally arrived at the border.

The city ruled by Angus was heavily guarded, and the carriages of the nobles lined up outside the city gate.

Karami is adjacent to Ferdinand, while Angus is located next to Nathaniel. The weather in Nathaniel is extremely cold, so the temperature here is also low. As soon as he got off the carriage, Searle sneezed.

Lancelot frowned.

Their ice magicians have always been indifferent to low temperature.

He took off his tuxedo and wrapped Searle tightly, and he was only wearing a thin shirt.

"Please show your identification." The city guard stopped them.

Lancelot handed out the invitation, and Seale showed the baronial medal worn on his chest.

The guards have received many nobles in the past two days, and they will not check the identity of a baron, check their belongings, and let them in.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the empire.

The outer suburbs outside the town of Karami welcome an unexpected visitor.

The woman was dressed in a white-gold embroidered robe, and the light elements surrounding her were very strong. The whole figure seemed to be covered with a layer of holy light, making it impossible to see her face clearly.

She stopped outside the cemetery, knelt down and brushed away a thick layer of yellow sand, revealing the runes carved on the ground.

"Boundary Formation?"

"Dolores, did you find anything?" A man's voice came from the badge of the Holy See of Light on the woman's chest.

His tone is very gentle, just listening to it can make people feel like spring breeze.

The woman named Dolores replied, "There is an enchantment circle around this cemetery, but last time Black and the others didn't seem to be blocked."

Similarly, the magic circle did not hinder her, and the man at the other end did not issue instructions, so Dolores temporarily put this strange discovery aside and walked into the cemetery.

Black reported that there are likely to be hidden ghosts and a space teleportation array here.

But Dolores looked around, and only saw a circle of green shoots around the cemetery, and she couldn't tell what kind of plant it was, and it was said that there was only one cemetery in the southern part of the space teleportation array.

Dolores walked to the center of the cemetery, embedded the scepter in her right hand into the soft soil, and chanted a spell with downcast eyes.

The milky white halo at the top of the scepter continued to expand, and when it reached its peak, an overwhelming radiance burst out to the surroundings, sweeping across the entire cemetery.

Through the holy light, she sensed that there was no human life in the cemetery, and so did the dead.

After confirming that there was no target she was looking for, Dolores extinguished the flame, and the holy light covering the cemetery dispersed like a feather.

"No suspicious persons were found, and there were no signs of undead haunting."

The other end was silent for a moment, and said in a harmonious voice, "Then come back. Thanks for your hard work, Dolores."

Dolores held the scepter, even if the other party couldn't see her movements, she put one hand on her chest, bowed her head respectfully, "Yes, His Majesty the Pope."

Searle didn't know that he and Mr. Housekeeper went out on a long trip and just escaped a catastrophe.

He was looking for clothing stores all over the street at the moment, wanting to buy a thick coat.

Stopping at the blacksmith shop along the street, Syl warmed up by the forge and asked the blacksmith who was knocking on the iron block, "Master, why are there all armor sellers here? Where can I buy thick clothes?" ah?"

The blacksmith glanced at Searle, swung the forging hammer to point him in the direction, and then hammered the iron with a muffled sound.

Searle wrapped his shirt collar and walked towards that end, muttering, "I always feel that something is wrong here."

"The border cities are heavily guarded, and it's normal to forge armaments." Lancelot paused, then continued, "But as far as I know, Augustine and Nathaniel rarely exchange fire."

Nathaniel is a country with the worst environment in Losra. It has a severe cold climate and a sparse population. The races living there are scattered and basically do not threaten Augustine.

And although there are a few relics in the Nathaniel Kingdom, the overall resources are not rich. Unlike Ferdinand, who has a developed navigation trade and fishery, Augustine doesn't even have the desire to send troops to them—and the country ruled by Angus The city is heavily guarded, and a large number of armaments are being manufactured in the city, which seems a bit suspicious.

At the corner where the blacksmith pointed, they found an inconspicuous clothing store.

Most of the buildings in this border city are dominated by black and metallic colors, exuding a dignified atmosphere. Even the clothing stores sell dark-colored clothes. Rows of gray-black and camel-colored leather coats In the middle, a slender cyan figure looked extremely eye-catching.

As soon as Syl stepped into the store, he saw Nancy, a bard whom he had met once, also picking out clothes here.

The two of them escaped from the auction and are still on the most wanted list of the Holy See of Light. Nancy was also there that day, and it would be troublesome if they were recognized.

Searle quickly lowered the brim of his hat, turned around and wanted to leave.

A clear male voice behind him called to him, "Hey, what are you running for?"

"Help me see how you look?" Nancy picked up a camel-colored windbreaker and put it on. After putting it on, she turned around in front of the mirror. Before Syl could express her opinion, she began to praise herself without hesitation. "I'm really the most perfect man in the world."

Searle: "..."

Nancy asked, "What are you doing with your back to me? Do you think I won't recognize you unless you turn around?"

"Lovely..." He paused, as if he wanted to give Seale a suitable nickname "Little wanted criminal?"

Searle turned around mechanically and greeted him, "Hello."

Nancy lowered her head and buttoned her windbreaker expressionlessly, "Thank you, I'm not well."

He picked up a hat of the same color on the display shelf and put it on, put a bag of gold coins on the counter, then turned around and walked out of the store without looking back, asking, "Are you also here to attend Melotti's wedding?"

After walking a few steps, Nancy still didn't hear the answer, and turned around to find that Searle was staring at her, as if watching some rare protected animal, and even tugged at the man beside her, muttering softly, "Look, rich man. "