The Legend of Fatality

"Do you say there are ratmen in the city? Even in the sewers?"

Looking around Falheim's restaurant, Brian easily understood his suspicions. Everything here seemed firm, safe, and without threats. Expensive damask curtains keep the night out, just as the high walls of the garden keep the city out. Solid teak furniture symbolizes wealth built on prosperity. Each dish is a different silver tableware, reflecting an orderly world, where everything has its place. In the stone-walled house in Falheim, it is difficult to recall the details of the nightmare battle he experienced that morning.

"Oh, yes." He said as he saw the vicious rat face of the ratman he killed. He remembered the blood foam coming out of his mouth. When he felt it fall towards him, the stinky weight weighed on him. He forced himself to recall, focusing his attention on the fine Palavion wine that Falheim put in front of him.

"This is unbelievable. Although I did hear the rumor." "Rumor, Falheim?"

Falheim looked around. He stood up and walked around the room, making sure that every door was closed. His maid Annabella in the city has returned to her room, leaving the two to talk in private. Falheim returned to his seat. His face was red with wine. The candlelight flashed to illuminate the sweat on his face.

"They said there were distortions in the sewers, as well as goblins and other monsters." Brian smiled at Falheim's seriousness. Falheim told a sewer worker about this, as if it were a big secret. "You can smile, Bai En, but I talked to people who swear that this is real." "Really?" It's hard not to express irony in his voice. Falheim didn't notice.

"Oh yes, the same people swear that there is a huge distorted underground town called the night market. They say it is on the edge of the city. In an abandoned cemetery. Some believers of fallen cults often go there."

"Are you talking about Srevis's admirer? Or Susorion, Ms. Night, or Cohorn?"

Falheim pursed his lips seriously. "Don't use these words in my house. This is an unfortunate curse. I don't want to attract the attention of the dark forces. Or their followers."

"It's like these silver cutlery, the order of serving, and these dining etiquettes?" Bai En sarcastically raised his silver knife. "Regardless of luck, these things exist." "If you plan to rely on street beggars and tramps to collect outdated news, these things are necessary." Falheim said seriously.

"Of course, I know." Bai En threw the kitchen knife on the table with a ding sound. "It's just hard to imagine that when I drilled into the sewer, you have developed a noble style."

"Your prejudice against the nobility affected your perception," Falheim said, taking a napkin and wiping his mouth. "Even if you know this is the right thing to do."

"Correct?" Bai En sneered. "What is our purpose? And what have we done? After so many years, where has the night church ran to the ground? Does anyone know?"

"North," Falheim sighed. "We haven't got a specific location on a frozen island."

"What?" Bane didn't expect Falheim to know the specific location of the church at night. "When did you know?"

"It's not too long, but it's not the point." Falheim took the glass and took a sip before continuing. "I'll try to start from the beginning. There is an alchemist who has turned to us, and he has brought a rather important person. The guy told us that the night church is on an island in the north.

"Why not organize people to find?"

"How big is the ocean, I don't need to explain it?" Falheim said lightly. "Moreover, even if we know where, we can't go."

"why?"

"The man said that the lady and ... several other evil gods, it is said that a total of seven may be united. Among them are the ones you mentioned earlier."

"Isn't it to deal with us?" Bai En asked with a frown.

"No, we are just small characters." Falheim put down his glass. "They plan to do what almost every cult intends to do."

"Dominate the world." Bai En said with a sigh, every evil organization seems to have a similar purpose. "Or destroy the world."

"Yes." Falheim nodded. "Amen Cannon doesn't think we have the ability to save the world, but occasionally it is good to hinder their plans. This will provide us with more time to continue our strength, and then find opportunities to accomplish our goals. I came here mainly for this purpose. "

"Close to the Countess Emmanuelle." Bai En said lightly, suddenly thinking of the thought that was interrupted by Guerrerogan. "I have an idea, Fritz von Hallstatt, you know, Chief Judge. He has some deals with the mice, and the sewers are built by dwarves, and the passages inside are enough for an army to pass . "

"You mean those ratmen are planning to invade the city from the sewers?" Falheim exclaimed. "And that Fritz von Hallstatt was their traitor?" He shook his head again. "It's too bizarre."

"Maybe you can use this to get close to the Countess Emmanuel."

"It's all speculation. Without evidence, I can't suddenly run to the countess and tell her that her chief judge is the spy of a group of ratmen in the sewers, and that group of ratmen is going to invade her city."

"I know that people face tangible threats. Everyone may consider how to deal with them, and unknown threats are different. But does anyone in the city's management pay attention to this? No one intends to take precautions?" Asked Bai En.

"You don't understand that in high society, these issues are covered with a mysterious veil; like those cults or evil gods, they will not be mentioned or discussed. People are more willing to believe, or pretend to believe, such as cults Things can't exist. "Falheim remarked," If they are mentioned, they don't want to talk about them. But everyone hates aberrations and talks about them widely. This is really good. Choose visible targets. It ’s easy, they provide a focal point for venting deep uneasiness. But you have to admit the fact that a normal, sensible person may be interested in worshiping the dark forces, and then a door slams in your face Slammed shut. "

Falheim then added. "But I think even if you can't make sure that these ratmen are organized, and really plan to invade the city. Even if your guess is true, whether the managers here will really believe all this is a question. "

"If I guessed right, then you can help stop this from happening, and a hero who saves the city will be favored by the countess."

"Did you know? Playwright Kirk once wrote: 'Our country is a land bound by silence; this is an era where the truth cannot be said.' They just don't want to know." Falheim said for a moment. .

"Why?" Bai En didn't understand. "Do they really think that pretending that a problem doesn't exist will make it disappear? The captain on duty today saw the body and couldn't deny its existence, although he obviously wanted to do it. He was forced to report it to his superior."

When Bai En recalled who came for the autopsy, he suddenly felt a chill. They are from the office of the governor of von Hallstatt. Bai En wondered if the Ratman's body would reappear.

"It seems that you also thought of it." Falheim said.

"Tell me more about von Hallstatt," asked Bai En. "Where does he live?"

Falheim seemed happy to change the subject. "His father was a little nobleman and was killed in a peasant uprising in the early 1930s. He had studied for the priesthood of Marnus, but he was never appointed. There is a sign of scandal and secret surveillance It ’s about the nun ’s home. He ’s very efficient. He is said to have files for everyone. His enemies disappeared mysteriously. "

Bai En fell silent. A pattern appeared. He believed that he understood what had happened. But still need to check. He will leave early tomorrow morning. "You said he lives nearby."

"Two streets away. Close to the palace, at Emmanuelle Square." Falheim said. "Don't worry about assassinating him. At least a dozen Templars guarding his house will need at least a dozen preparations. The mage can solve it. "

"Well, okay." Bai En leaned on the back of the chair, yawned and said perfunctoryly.

"Damn, don't worry about assassinating him," Falheim repeated again. "And my current identity can't help you at all."

"Okay, brother, it's not early, I really have to go. I have a job tomorrow." Bai En waved his hand carelessly.

"Very well, if you plan to commit suicide, at least tell me that your sacrificial knife has been repaired." Falheim said angrily.

"I'm already looking for the craftsman," this sentence does speak of Baien's pain, his sacrificial knife has not been repaired, even if he received the money that Falheim gave him, he has not found the dwarf artisan . Maybe you really should find the craftsman first, and then take care of other things.

"Very good." Falheim shook the little bell beside his plate ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ I asked the butler to bring your cloak. By the way, what about your equipment? "

"Broken, broken, or something." Bai En stood up, picked up the wine glass, and said after drinking the rest of the wine in one breath.

"Damn, wait here." Falheim turned and left.

After a while, the housekeeper came to the restaurant holding Bai En ’s cloak, but found that the owner was not there. He respectfully handed it to Bai En, and then retreated.

After waiting for a while, Falheim came back and he was holding a parcel.

"What is this?" Bai En asked.

"A mage robe, you can also wear it as a trench coat." Falheim said angrily. "It may be a bit small, I made it when I was in Fatalin Island."

Bai En opened, including a dark purple mage robe with a front cardigan, cuffs and collar decorated with gold thread, and densely embroidered runes. Occasionally, a flash of light flashed at the connection between the runes.

"It's so irritating, I can't go on the street with this at all." Bai En complained.

"Idiot, wear it over." Falheim scolded angrily.

After listening, Bai En turned over his robe, and the inside was pure black. However, the small patterns sewn by the gold and silver threads still appear to be unusual for the wearer.

"You can't wear it if you turn it over," Bai En commented. "Sewer workers can't afford it."

"Wear it." Falheim rolled his eyes. "Don't pay me back."

Well, it is indeed a method. Bai En tried it on. Thanks to Falheim's previous taste, he likes to wear a wide robe. This mage's robe is a little shorter, but it just happened to be a lot thinner, and it seemed to fit very well. "Not bad," Bai En said after putting it on.

"Okay, go away." Falheim shook his head. "And, don't die."