I didn't know you were such a vampire

Leaving Florence and heading west, you will head towards the direction of Votra and Isaac Village. The further you go, the thinner the clouds in the sky and the hotter the sun. For Joya, who is extremely afraid of heat, It was even more tormenting. She leaned listlessly on the back of the black horse. The exposed skin on her body was burned by the sun. She had to find the assassin's robe from the luggage to cover her body. In the late summer and early autumn, the cicadas roaring when they were dying, made people under the scorching heat feel a little upset.

When the farmer's hostess introduced Votra to Joya, she used words like "Sunshine City" to describe the small closed city.

360 days a year, the sun shines brightly almost every day. Even in the cold and rainy winter on the Apennine Peninsula, it is still full of warm sun.It is probably also because sufficient sunshine always makes people feel comfortable physically and mentally, so people living in Waterla and nearby are full of smiles every day.

When Qiao Ya was listening to the hostess's introduction, she couldn't help but think of her "friend" from Voltera, thinking of his face that Piero described as a very ancient Roman slave owner, the corners of her mouth twitched slightly After a while, I had some doubts about the enthusiastic explanation of the local.

But in any case, the "Sunshine City" in the heroine's population still made Qiao Ya, who is afraid of heat, a little afraid.

Before she left, she filled her water bag with wine. Poor people can’t afford ice cubes. This bag of wine without ice became warm after she left and tasted a bit Subtle, she only took a sip, then narrowed her eyes, had no choice but to fasten the water bag back, and retracted into the simple tent set up on the horse's back with the assassin's robe.

She galloped all the way along the signposts on the roadside, and when she reached the vicinity of Isaac Village with difficulty, it was already evening, which at least allowed her to breathe from the high temperature.

The black horse was a little tired after running for a day, so she drove the horse to a river beach on the side of the road, let the horse graze on the grass on the edge of the test, while she took off her boots, rolled up her trousers, and walked on the rough river beach in troubled times. He jumped up, then jumped onto a flat boulder by the river, squatted down, and reached out to touch the river.

The uninhabited wilderness river is not as turbid and smelly as the urban rivers. The water quality here is clear, probably because the sun has set, and the temperature of the water is not too high due to the lack of sunlight, so she untied it. He took the water bag tied around his waist and placed it between the gap between two stones by the river to cool down the temperature of the wine.

After she put down the water bag, she stood up and looked towards the other side of the river. If the road signs were correct, Isaac Village would be on the other side.

According to the story of the hostess of the farmer, Isaac Village is a small village located by the river, with a permanent population of only a hundred or so people. At night, the lights in the village will be connected together, which can be regarded as a relatively special landscape on this flat Heyuan.

But now it was the time when day and night alternated, and there was still nothing on the river bank opposite Qiao Ya, only the setting sun that had already set in the west was cut ruthlessly by the dense branches, leaving a little afterglow on the river.

On the contrary, as the night stretched on the foothills on the other side, lights were lit up, leaving a few strings of light sources on the river plain that was about to be completely dark.

Qiao Ya looked at it for a while, and just bent down to take out the water bag from the gap between the two stones. Before she tied it back around her waist, she heard two people talking not far away.

She hurriedly hid behind a boulder, and saw two people walking slowly on the small road behind the rocky beach. They held torches in their hands to illuminate them, but the light from the torches also showed their appearance. It is clear that they should be farmers living nearby. Their accent is somewhat different from that of Florence, and somewhat similar to that of the peasant hostess.

They walked slowly enough for Joya to hear their conversation clearly. The two seemed to have returned from exchanging seeds in other villages and planned to plant them in their fields that had just passed the fallow period. Their words were full of contradictions. The dissatisfaction of that village is that a lot of moldy and damp seeds were found in the seeds provided by that village.

"It's even more hypocritical than the people in Isaac Village!"

One of them cursed like this, and after hearing the term "Isaac Village", Joya immediately raised her mind. She poked her head out from behind the boulder where she was hiding, and saw one of them bumped the other with his elbow. One said, "This is just near Isaac Village, don't talk nonsense."

The one who was hit immediately shut his mouth in horror, and after walking a few steps, he said, "So it's on the other side of the river, right?"

The other party nodded: "Yes."

"Hey, tell me, is there really such a bizarre thing? In one night, a village was burned down. Even if one family caught fire, no matter how close the houses in this village were, it would not burn down the entire village. The village. It always feels like 20 years ago, when bloodthirsty monsters were rampant again..."

The other party put his right index finger on his lips, made a silent gesture, then looked around, and lowered his voice a bit: "The lord ordered that we are not allowed to discuss this matter, and tomorrow is St. Marcus' Day It's..."

He hadn't finished speaking when he heard a violent gasp coming from the pitch-black river plain. The two of them froze for a moment, then screamed and fled. One of them threw the torch on the ground.

After they ran far away, Qiao Ya came out from behind the boulder. She walked across the rocky beach and came to the big black horse on the grass. Blowing the broken hair around her ears with warm breath.

She smiled, led the horse back to the road, picked up the torches that the two men left on the road, and said with a smile, "Is this a windfall?" She silently added a line of words in her heart: Harvest Torch x1.

She rode a horse, held a torch, and took advantage of the night to follow the roadside guidance, walked across an old stone bridge over the river, and came to the village of Isaac marked on the map. It was burned beyond recognition. On the empty river plain, only a dozen charred houses were left together. Even the surrounding land and trees were scorched, and the breath of life was extremely weak.

Holding a torch, she searched the place that was supposed to be a village but was just ruins several times, but she still didn't see any suspicious clues. When she got to the village head and was about to get on her horse and leave, she borrowed With the faint light of the torch, a scorched human torso outline was seen on the ground, as if painted with black paint.

Her movements paused, she squatted down, and took another look at the outline with the torch in her hand. Judging from the lines, it indeed belonged to human beings, and next to this outline, there were several scorched black traces stacked together. .

Qiao Ya's brows were almost knotted.

The two farmers who lived nearby said that the village burned down almost overnight, and they were right in saying that if a house catches fire, no matter how close every household in the village is It is impossible to burn down the entire village in one night. On the contrary, because the villagers live not far away, they can provide timely support, and there is a river next to the village. With sufficient water and manpower, the fire should be brought under control soon.

Qiao Ya first denied the theory of accident.

These traces of overlapping scorched human torsos on the ground at the entrance of the village only proved one point, people were burned to death here, and many people were piled together.Burning with an open fire is extremely painful. When the living people are burned, they must run away in pain and panic. They will not all gather together, and the most likely source of life is the river near the village, so they will definitely flee to By the river, not at the entrance of the village.

Then there is only one possibility, that is, when these people were burned, they were already dead.

It is very possible that the fire that burned the entire village did not start until all the people in the village were killed.

Isaac's fire was not a natural disaster, it was suicide.

And because there were legends of bloodthirsty monsters haunting the city of Voltra, and the fire in Isaac Village was a bit weird, the villagers did not dare to get close to it. No one noticed.

Qiao Ya turned her head to look at the illuminated foothills. There, it should be the city of Wotra, which is not far from Isaac Village, as the farmer's mistress said.

The sky in Otla is clear all the year round. Even at night, the sky is still full of bright moon and stars twinkling. A pleasing atmosphere.

Every year at the end of August, when the carnations enter the withering period, it is the most important festival of the year in the city of Waterla, the St. Marcus Festival.

This festival, which has not spread in the Catholic world, is a unique tradition of the small town of Otra. More than 20 years ago, the city of Otra was invaded by bloodthirsty monsters, and the Franciscan monk Marcus in the city He stood up, drove away the bloodthirsty monster, chased it all the way to the Romania region in the east, and finally died there, and since then, Volterra has never been harassed by the bloodthirsty monster again.

To commemorate such a saint, the city of Waterla holds a St. Marcus Festival every year. On the day of the festival, people in the whole city will wear red robes and gather at the Bell Tower Square in the center of the city to start the carnival of the day.

Qiao Ya didn't know whether it was too coincidental or too unlucky.

The day after she arrived in Isaac Village was St. Marcus's Day in the city of Waterla. On this day, people in the whole city would wear red robes, even children, so that they didn't wear red robes. People in red robes are particularly conspicuous among these groups.

Adhering to the principle of assassins sneaking in as low-key as possible, Qiao Ya squatted at the city wall at the foot of the mountain for a long time, almost dehydrated by the too bright sun, and then squatted on a single unlucky guy, who sneaked in from behind and knocked him out After the other party, he directly took off the red robe on the other party's body and put it on himself before he dared to walk into the main road in the city.

And as soon as she entered the city, she was almost dazzled by the surging red in the city.