Dawn of the Grey Tower

Probably not accustomed to the magician's pipe like endless tobacco. The black people got up and left when half of the tavern was shrouded in smoke. Roland listened to the sound of closing the door behind him, and had no intention of turning back. He spit out the last smoke ring, knocked the pipe upside down on the table and knocked down the ashes. "Thank you for the food, this is really the best meal I have eaten in a few days." And the food in front of him actually moved only a small part.

Old Pippo fanned his hand, trying to disperse the smoke to see his guests. However, during this process he still inhaled a considerable amount of white smoke. The sweet smell of flowers and plants was not annoying, on the contrary, it even made people relax and lethargic. In this state, the pub owner inadvertently forgot the threat he had just received, and the whole person fell into a state of half-dream and half-wake.

"If they take a few steps late, we will save more." Hill, as a doctor, naturally saw the doorway in Roland's smoke. Although the exact composition cannot be determined, there is no doubt that the white smoke, which looks harmless to humans and animals, has a certain calming and hypnotic effect. If the group of people in black leave a little slower, then their situation will not be much better than that of old Pippo.

"Please help me boil some water." Roland asked in a gentle voice. The confused pub owner turned and ran to get the kettle without thinking. After carefully receiving the pipe in his arms, the magician continued, "It is not as convenient as you think. This smoke is only effective for people with weak will or in an unstable mood. But the advantage is its taste. It is not easy for people to perceive the problem, so even if the other party feels something is wrong, there is no intuitive evidence. "

"Is it necessary to be so careful? In such a rainy night, no one will do much business. I can subdue them all by yourself, and then you can ask them questions at will." Hill said, sounding a little puzzled in his voice , But the expression is still the same stiff. She didn't understand why Roland did not let her use violent means to solve the problem, and there seemed to be no need for covert action here.

"Of course, I don't doubt that you have such a skill. But I also can't see the benefit of doing so. No matter what these friends in black clothes are doing, we can't treat this as a kind of arrogance because of their sneaky attitude. It ’s too savage to use guilt and use violence for granted, and I also worry that the news is not true. ”Roland explained hurriedly, while pulling out a small tea bag from the cuff, boiling boiling water. The valve of the iron kettle shrieked harshly.

Pippo carefully poured hot water into Roland's empty wine glass, then stood stunned. "Put the kettle on the counter, and then go back and get a good night's sleep, my friend, you are frightened enough today," the magician said, and the tavern owner followed suit. When his figure disappeared behind the small door of the bar, Roland threw the tea bag into the hot water, and a very uncomfortable smell came out of the glass. This scent was intentional. He did not want to reveal the secrets of old tea, so he hoped to make this mysterious tea a secret medicine.

The magician succeeded, and Hill Light smelled the poisonous weed from the taste. She took the old tea as a kind of overdraft potion, of course. "You should drink less of this, even if it can enhance your physical fitness. , But its harm is not small. "

"Thanks for caring, but now I can't be so dull, otherwise would it be your burden?" Roland shrugged and drank the warm tea, with a painful expression on his face.

The Dementor didn't say anything more. The choice to drink the soup was the magician's own choice. She had no right to interfere. So she didn't want to continue on this topic, so she tried to continue the conversation just now, "Since you don't want to provoke the incident, then let's not care about these weirdos?"

"Curiosity should be one of my bad problems that I haven't quit, and those people are too vigilant and intuitively tell me they must be involved in something interesting." Roland said standing up, "Anyway The night is still long. I have just had tea and am very energetic. We have enough time to figure out the purpose of these friends before dawn. "

Hill has no objection to this, and she doesn't need to rest. So he stood up and walked to the door.

"Wait, are you going to go like this?" Roland stopped the dementor with a smile on his face, "I have an idea."

The cold wind, running wildly in the rain, the lonely night watchman sat in the carriage, cursing his bad luck. All because of the lottery, he was forced to come out to guard at this time, and even the horses pulling the carts could get into the straw shed to enjoy a warm night, but he only had a rain cover. It's not fair. Thinking of this, the night watchman tightened his raincoat again, hoping to keep some more temperature.

The oil lamp placed aside suddenly dimmed, making people wonder if it would go out in the next second. Hurry up when it is time to change shifts, he thought, maybe he could still catch up with a nap. Just as the night watchman was dreaming of lying in a warm and soft bed, a figure quickly passed the corner of his vision. "Who! Who's where!" He quickly stood up, cried when he picked up the oil lamp, and put the other hand on the weapon in his waist naturally.

Naturally no one responded to his cry. Only the sound of rain continued. The night watchman frowned. He dared to get off the carriage and stepped his boots into the mud, but the hood restricted his vision so that he could only see the front. He searched around and found no traces of it, and no new footprints appeared, so the night watchman had to attribute the scene just now to the illusion of being too sleepy. "Damn." He cursed and returned to his previous position. The heated seat was only cold in a few minutes by the rain.

This time, he didn't wait for the night watchman to heat up his seat again. His eyes caught the flashing image for the second time ~ www.readwn.com ~ Hell. He whispered, pulling out his short sword without any hesitation. He believed that he would never look away twice. There must be something near here. Is it a ratman? The night watchman figured out the most likely Inference, in his brain, the creature with such speed and habit is only a rat. But, for the first time, he did not find the footprints of the rat. The night watchman shook his head and attributed it to a rat. Human tricks.

"You want to lie to me to leave the carriage, so that I can ambush me right? Oh, stupid mouse, I won't win the prize." With an ironic smile on his mouth, one hand lamp and one dagger were leaning against the carriage, To reduce the dead ends where you might be attacked. The night watchman made a mistake. He patrolled and watched for danger from the surroundings, but did not carefully check the carriage that he was caring for. A few strands of white smoke flew from behind him, like some kind of giant mollusk's tentacles wrapping him from behind.

"Who!" The night watchman noticed the white smoke and turned sharply, but there was only a carriage behind him. The white smoke drifted from the bottom of the carriage. He gritted his teeth, entangled with fear and anger, and stimulated his bloodiness. The night watchman squatted, and his dagger pierced the bottom of the carriage without looking at it. No matter what was hidden there, he planned to give it first. Say it again!

The feeling from the sword tip told him that he had stabbed something, which made the night watchman's nerves relax a little, knowing that the thing that teases himself has a real shape, there is nothing to be afraid of. He thought about this and bent over to check his loot. It was a muddy human head, and the tip of his sword just pierced into the empty eye socket. As for the white smoke, it came out of other holes in the human head.

"!" The night watchman saw such an unexpected scene, opened his mouth and wanted to scream, but the sound of heavy objects striking his head sounded, and he knew nothing as soon as his eyes were dark.