I don't date non-humans

"These rats who only dare to squawk in the dark deserve to stay in their rotting tombs! Spend their lives with their dead father."

Lango stared at him, as if what was on the table was not a thin note but a dwarf fire-breathing bird that had just spat at him.

The material of the note is the sun-dried leaves of blue puying, a very common material in this country that relies on forests and mines.

It says in black slanted letters. "When the blue moon is in the sky, the clear water is shining outside the city, and the invisible king of thieves will come to visit. Please be sure to treat him with maple tea and honey ice."

The final ending is a small engraved cross, and some kind of sharp and thin sharp tool is drawn across it, leaving thin continuous strokes between the horizontal and vertical lines because of its high speed.

"It seems that your warriors didn't catch his shadow." Chi Diao smiled.

Lango's face was flushed, as if someone had punched him on the nose.

"I know how they do it. They hang this note on a branch of a nightweeping tree. Evening is the best time to be unobtrusive in the woods half a foot from the inn." He said aloud yelling.

Night weeping trees, tall, slender trees that bend their trunks and all their branches and leaves in the morning to cling to the ground in search of water and food, and to avoid the too bright light of the day.But when night falls, they will straighten their trunks to fight for more moonlight.

Even a five-year-old can do it.He just had to find a suitable tree and tie the note to its highest branch.It would be a sweet surprise for Rango when he opened the window the next morning.

This also happens to be able to explain why the defense is so heavily guarded.But still no one can see their shadows.

"They must have observed me carefully and knew that the thing was in my hands! They even knew that we met at the auction later. Think we reached an agreement? That's right, after all, there are people around that fake branch now. It's mine."

He gulped down a large glass of maple syrup, and his face gradually recovered.

"I heard that there is one of them who is very good at this little trick." Lango narrowed his eyes.

"They know that I will definitely open the south window every morning. They know that according to our schedule, we should leave Bishuiying City tonight."

"Iris Magician." Chi Diao took it.

A thief who likes to leave a mark of an iris after stealing things, nicknamed by angry and helpless people.

But since he joined the Drunken Blade, he replaced the flower with a cross.

"What do you think, master? Should we continue to move forward?" A tall, brown-skinned attendant beside Lango asked.

"Do they think I'm going to move on? Like they want? No, of course not, that's not what they want me to really do. After all, I'm such a timid young master, after hearing After such news, of course, it will scare the lizards."

Lango touched his chin with a mocking look on his face.

After all, the purpose of their note was not to really let them go out of the city, but to hope that they would stay here.

"So?" Cathorn rubbed the perfect black writing on the note with great interest.The most standard magic printing slanted handwriting has no characteristics.

No trace to be found.

"Very good copying spell." His fingers lightly stroked the thin note.

The red-haired boy let out a soft hum from his nose.

Midnight in St. Michael is a special moment, especially when the blue moon rises every fifteen days. Believers who believe in the moon god Julaves will tie blue ceremonials on the windows of their gods at this time. sand belts, praying to this gentle and generous deity to bring them stability and lasting wealth.

Just that night, a group of caravans from the south entered this small family hotel.

They were numerous, unloading heavy loads from the strange-looking long-tailed beasts.These tall guys have dark skin and speak a vague blue mine accent.

The entire hotel was shaken by their arrival, and even had to clean out the grocery room at the back where the goods were stored as their temporary residence.

Over their rough fur tunics, they wore cloaks of old-coloured snake-whiskered cotton.

The red dagger and short sword are hidden in the innermost part, shining with blood thirsty light that no one can see.

"Won't this move too much?" Chi Diao frowned.

Lango pointed to the note on the table.

"Originally, I wouldn't bring people out so simply, but now I have that note."

He shrugged and bit his lower lip.

"These arrogant fellows will pay for their indiscretion."

As night fell, the blue moon was like a teardrop from a god, hanging before it fell to the ground.

It seems to be the last pity for human beings.

Chi Diao pasted a few charms on the head of the bed. This kind of gadget that hardly hurts has a keen sense of touch.

Anyone approaching within its alert range from outside triggers a burst of bright light.

It's a good warning sign.

Cathorne was in the room next to him.

Chi Diao sat on the bed and stroked the light gray staff.

She is a gray beauty, the body of the staff is engraved with intricate marigold patterns, the top is hollowed out, and the shiny crystal ball reflects the face of the fisherman.

This is the staff he got from the shop in Zander City, and he saw her at a glance from among the many magic tools.

He called her "Grey Falcon", an inconspicuous herbivorous bird, but with a rather crisp voice.

She always reminded him of the teenager with the same gray hair.

Outside the window, the blue moon rose higher.

The weather was fine, not a cloud at all.

Chi Diao sat upright on the bed holding the wooden box, "Grey Falcon" was placed beside him, and the moonlight shone in.

Under his comfortable and loose pajamas, he wore a close-fitting animal leather soft armor.

A small dagger was tied to the inside of the calf, and the muscles were a little stiff.

He opened the wooden box.The little black spider lay quietly on the top shelf, with its long legs tucked away obediently, and turned slightly to stare at the fish in the pond.

Chi Diao pulled a thin thread from the curtain and hung it down.

The little spider touched the translucent silk thread and bit it off with its teeth.

Half of the silk thread hangs in mid-air.

"Not good." He tapped the smooth edge of the wooden box with his index finger.

Chi Diao was on the third floor of the hotel, and Lan Yue slid up the window sill outside and disappeared over his head.

A sharp voice came from outside.

"Fire! Fire!"

The red fire flashed up in an instant, like a sudden tide, dyeing half of the sky red violently.

There was the sound of windows opening and closing.A man of unknown tense emerged from the room rubbing his eyes, then yelled in panic.

The fire was burning brightly, coming from the stables behind.

People with buckets ran under the windows, and the water was sprinkled all the way.

Chi Diao turned over and got out of bed, and slipped out of the door with the wooden box in his arms.

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Drip, the little spider beckoned to you with its long furry legs.

good night