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The sun is shining on Kaitraza Fort. The 35xs light is cold and dazzling, and it clearly outlines the city's towers and external walls. A slightly refreshing wind came from the north, dispelling the last heat of the summer here, and ushered in a changing season. Echmann sucked it deeply into his chest, enjoying the smell of air. After being trapped in a dirty and smelly house for so long, it feels pure.

"Katra Castle," he whispered.

He sat across the horse, clutching the reins loosely in his hands, staring at the scene before him for a long time. His entourages rode nearly three miles from the gate of Kaitraza Fort and now occupy a ridge near the forest on the east side of the avenue. Leaving the crowded streets of the city, one can appreciate the true size of the castle.

The castle is surrounded by eye-catching off-white cliffs, towering walls, and a huge stone bridge extending from the castle gate to the hills not far away. The stone bridge is arched and constructed of long and heavy stone strips. On the hill at the end of this man-made stone ridge, two tall stone fortresses stood, guarding the only passage of the castle.

Eichmann's heart is occasionally touched by these great human architectures and the emotions expressed. Especially when he is free from the blood and darkness brought by his career, and appreciates the height that humans can reach under the guidance of positive emotions, that feeling will be very good.

He was not a cynical person. Once again, he gazed at the towering pale towers of the great imperial capital Gellhaken from the same distance, shocked by their majesty. At that time, he was just a young man who had just come from the backcountry of that province, and his heart was full of enthusiasm for the future. Everything is full of hope, and everything his boss told him makes sense.

Human destiny? Tame forests and wilderness, calm down heresy, move forward, and remain pious? These are considered to be coming soon. It was only later, long afterwards, that his pure faith gradually withered away. Not only are sparkling towers and cities everywhere in the world; it also contains morbid and malicious thoughts, conspiracies quietly revealed in the dark, and those dark rooms in the basement of featureless buildings, none of which People came in by accident, the long table was covered with shackles and blood stains.

He still firmly believed. Somewhere deep in his heart, he retained the firm conviction that drove him forward in his early years. Most of his work has become a habit, a duplication of procedures that protects him from the worst consequences of his profession, but he is not completely unconscious to do these things. Like an ancient treasure, it was discarded in a dusty attic, covered with spiders, which kept Eichmann in keeping his early beliefs.

His badge, the badge of his profession, hung around his neck, dangling under his shirt, coldly against his bruised body. 35xs Every once in a while, he would take it out and look back, remembering how he felt when he first got it. For the rest of the time, it stayed in the position of his heart, a sheet of metal that would always stick to his skin.

It became a belief, a magic that could be grasped, and a treasure trove to maintain his original idealism. After all, even witch hunters are not immune to a little superstition.

Ren blocked his realization and broke Eichmann's thoughts. The burly follower rode aimlessly in front of him, spitting heavily on the ground. Then ride the horse further uphill and pick your nose as you walk.

Behind them were other entourages, with more than thirty heavily armed soldiers wearing steel breastplates and holding two-handed swords. These are the guards of the temple, they often follow the witch hunter to perform tasks, reliable, loyal, pious and trustworthy.

The remaining twenty or so fully armed around the luggage and spare horses were riding the horses, and the professionally calm and vigilant guys were mercenaries who swore to serve the temple. Even in a place like Relmas, the temple can always find useful swordsmen, most of them trained by mercenaries.

Eichmann and his party will go to the ruins of the Black Tower that once existed in Kaitraza Fort. It is said that there is a town not far from there. After Eichmann was unable to find useful information and evidence from Kaitraza Fort, he believed that it was the secret, and he believed it.

"How many days are there from us, sir?" Ryan asked. He was riding in front of Eichmann and still digging out some elastic things from his left nostril.

"I don't know," Eichmann said, looking at the forest not far away, turning his head to urge his horse to maintain his position in the team. "Rilmas's record is not accurate, but I asked the locals, a local woodman said not far."

"What about Calder?" Renn nodded and finally took out what had been stuck in his nose. He looked at it wisely for a while, then put it in his mouth. He chewed.

"I've never seen him so happy, he likes me to leave Realmas."

Ren looked around and glared at everything, the forest was gloomy.

"Well, I'm not sure," he said. "I've never felt this way before, it makes me uncomfortable here."

Eichmann is not against it.

"Yes," he said, remembering the terrified expression on their faces when they asked the locals in Kaitrazaborg.

In front of them, the road curves to the right, extending along the ridge into the shadow of the valley.

"Tell me there," Eichmann added.

From the outside of the low wooden wall, the town is a bit run-down. The houses are lined up like gravestones, and there are some obviously empty houses. It's very quiet here. Looking in the distance, in the forest at the end of the avenue extending along the town, you can hear the sound of birdsong.

"What should I do now?" Asked the tall followers.

"The inside is safer than the outside." Eichenmann drove Ma Chaozhen's crumbling arch.

"We shouldn't be here." Ryan murmured, staring at the forest around him. "This is not a good place."

Eichmann did not reply. He continued to ride the horse towards the town, holding the reins in both hands, always vigilant. He is going to the center of the town, the market is on the open space of the center, there may be a priest and a church in the village.

They entered the town and passed the crooked houses where the doors hung. On the cheap, stained walls, there were a few pieces of shaky furniture.

Eventually they appeared in the center of the town, and there was nothing to look at. In a suggested market, only two or three vendors are selling food and cloth. Not far away is a two-story stone and wood mixed two-story inn, as well as the only stone building and a rough church. Eichmann did not recognize the emblem on the church.

"We went to the hotel overnight," Eichmann said. "These walls will play a protective role. Nonetheless, we still have to arrange for a night watch."

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The sun is shining on Kaitraza Fort. The 35xs light is cold and dazzling, and it clearly outlines the city's towers and external walls. A slightly refreshing wind came from the north, dispelling the last heat of the summer here, and ushered in a changing season. Echmann sucked it deeply into his chest, enjoying the smell of air. After being trapped in a dirty and smelly house for so long, it feels pure.

"Katra Castle," he whispered.

He sat across the horse, clutching the reins loosely in his hands, staring at the scene before him for a long time. His entourages rode nearly three miles from the gate of Kaitraza Fort and now occupy a ridge near the forest on the east side of the avenue. Leaving the crowded streets of the city, one can appreciate the true size of the castle.

The castle is surrounded by eye-catching off-white cliffs, towering walls, and a huge stone bridge extending from the castle gate to the hills not far away. The stone bridge is arched and constructed of long and heavy stone strips. On the hill at the end of this man-made stone ridge, two tall stone fortresses stood, guarding the only passage of the castle.

Eichmann's heart is occasionally touched by these great human architectures and the emotions expressed. Especially when he is free from the blood and darkness brought by his career, and appreciates the height that humans can reach under the guidance of positive emotions, that feeling will be very good.

He was not a cynical person. Once again, he gazed at the towering pale towers of the great imperial capital Gellhaken from the same distance, shocked by their majesty. At that time, he was just a young man who had just come from the backcountry of that province, and his heart was full of enthusiasm for the future. Everything is full of hope, and everything his boss told him makes sense.

Human destiny? Tame forests and wilderness, calm down heresy, move forward, and remain pious? These are considered to be coming soon. It was only later, long afterwards, that his pure faith gradually withered away. Not only are sparkling towers and cities everywhere in the world; it also contains morbid and malicious thoughts, conspiracies quietly revealed in the dark, and those dark rooms in the basement of featureless buildings, none of which People came in by accident, the long table was covered with shackles and blood stains.

He still firmly believed. Somewhere deep in his heart, he retained the firm conviction that drove him forward in his early years. Most of his work has become a habit, a duplication of procedures that protects him from the worst consequences of his profession, but he is not completely unconscious to do these things. Like an ancient treasure, it was discarded in a dusty attic, covered with spiders, which kept Eichmann in keeping his early beliefs.

His badge, the badge of his profession, hung around his neck, dangling under his shirt, coldly against his bruised body. 35xs Every once in a while, he would take it out and look back, remembering how he felt when he first got it. For the rest of the time, it stayed in the position of his heart, a sheet of metal that would always stick to his skin.

It became a belief, a magic that could be grasped, and a treasure trove to maintain his original idealism. After all, even witch hunters are not immune to a little superstition.

Ren blocked his realization and broke Eichmann's thoughts. The burly follower rode aimlessly in front of him, spitting heavily on the ground. Then ride the horse further uphill and pick your nose as you walk.

Behind them were other entourages, with more than thirty heavily armed soldiers wearing steel breastplates and holding two-handed swords. These are the guards of the temple, they often follow the witch hunter to perform tasks, reliable, loyal, pious and trustworthy.

The remaining twenty or so fully armed around the luggage and spare horses were riding the horses, and the professionally calm and vigilant guys were mercenaries who swore to serve the temple. Even in a place like Relmas, the temple can always find useful swordsmen, most of them trained by mercenaries.

Eichmann and his party will go to the ruins of the Black Tower that once existed in Kaitraza Fort. It is said that there is a town not far from there. After Eichmann was unable to find useful information and evidence from Kaitraza Fort, he believed that it was the secret, and he believed it.

"How many days are there from us, sir?" Ryan asked. He was riding in front of Eichmann and still digging out some elastic things from his left nostril.

"I don't know," Eichmann said, looking at the forest not far away, turning his head to urge his horse to maintain his position in the team. "Rilmas's record is not accurate, but I asked the locals, a local woodman said not far."

"What about Calder?" Renn nodded and finally took out what had been stuck in his nose. He looked at it wisely for a while, then put it in his mouth. He chewed.

"I've never seen him so happy, he likes me to leave Realmas."

Ren looked around and glared at everything, the forest was gloomy. UU reading www.uukanshu. com

"Well, I'm not sure," he said. "I've never felt this way before, it makes me uncomfortable here."

Eichmann is not against it.

"Yes," he said, remembering the terrified expression on their faces when they asked the locals in Kaitrazaborg.

In front of them, the road curves to the right, extending along the ridge into the shadow of the valley.

"Tell me there," Eichmann added.

From the outside of the low wooden wall, the town is a bit run-down. The houses are lined up like gravestones, and there are some obviously empty houses. It's very quiet here. Looking in the distance, in the forest at the end of the avenue extending along the town, you can hear the sound of birdsong.

"What should I do now?" Asked the tall followers.

"The inside is safer than the outside." Eichenmann drove Ma Chaozhen's crumbling arch.

"We shouldn't be here." Ryan murmured, staring at the forest around him. "This is not a good place."

Eichmann did not reply. He continued to ride the horse towards the town, holding the reins in both hands, always vigilant. He is going to the center of the town, the market is on the open space of the center, there may be a priest and a church in the village.

They entered the town and passed the crooked houses where the doors hung. On the cheap, stained walls, there were a few pieces of shaky furniture.

Eventually they appeared in the center of the town, and there was nothing to look at. In a suggested market, only two or three vendors are selling food and cloth. Not far away is a two-story stone and wood mixed two-story inn, as well as the only stone building and a rough church. Eichmann did not recognize the emblem on the church.

"We went to the hotel overnight," Eichmann said. "These walls will play a protective role. Nonetheless, we still have to arrange for a night watch."