[Western Fantasy] Cardinal's Life Goal

In the middle of the night, a small group passed through the dark gap and rushed towards the mountain.Between the sixth day and the seventh day of the mountain trial, heavy snow fell.Momo trotted along with Binhuo at the bottom of the team, while chewing on supper.

A carnivorous flying squirrel attracted by the aroma was nailed to the trunk by George with a dagger.

After walking for a while, the light of flames appeared faintly in the distance.In the dark night, a man was leaning on a tree trunk, smoking a cigar and meditating.Seeing everyone coming, the man smiled and shook off the thick layer of snow on his body.

As if he knew very well that Sears would come.

"In order to show sincerity." He pointed to his unremarkable public face, "We don't wear masks. But for the sake of the game, ladies and gentlemen, would you mind disguising a little?" His words were polite, But the articulation is not too particular, with a hint of laziness.Delin's eyes swept across the slightly hunched back of this man - it seemed that he was not a nobleman.

A real noble, even if he is about to die, his waist will be as straight as a spear.

Sears' eyes fell on the gear badge on the man's chest, and the man thoughtfully placed the shimmering cigar head in one direction, allowing everyone to see the hidden lines on it.

Sears nodded: "The rules of the game?"

The man clenched his cigar and dragged a wooden cabinet out of the darkness.There were several sets of black cloaks in the chest, with runes embroidered on the hood edges.Sears stretched out his hand to test it, and after confirming that it was correct, he picked up one and put it on for Delin himself.

"... Tsk, aren't you afraid that I will spread this kind of thing?" The man smiled and teased.

Sears smoothed the wrinkles on Deling's clothes with a blank expression: "It's okay. In a few days, it will no longer be a secret."

The man thought of something and smiled meaningfully.

Several people put on their cloaks and tested their voices—the runes on the hoods had the effect of changing the voice.Then he tightly covered the empty cloak, and followed the man all the way in.This guy didn't introduce his name, just smiled: "I'm just a servant of the Gear Lord."

After passing through several layers of dense tree walls, Delin and his group came to the fire.There were two groups of people discussing something around a fire, and when they saw who was coming, the group of unidentifiable guys looked back at the same time.

Bin Huo stepped forward to speak as planned, but his articulation was heavy, not like his usual way of speaking.

"Friends from Sanmai? Good night."

Beside the fire, a man in a purple cloak stood up, "Good night, thieves."

On the opposite side is the team of the three veins, and Gertro and Chunka are probably among them, but they can't tell them apart.The cloaks effectively hide their faces, as well as their abilities.But because they were able to enter this place by stealing the coins from Sanmai, and unfortunately they were known by the other party—so it was inevitable to be recognized as "thieves".

Delin could almost smell gunpowder in the air.And the man at the side was nowhere to be seen, as if he wasn't worried about a group fight breaking out here.

Sears kept a certain distance from Delin this time, otherwise it would be inevitable that Getrow would recognize him——As for whether the voice was the young master, Sears had no interest in guessing.This kind of thinking will only make people fall into useless self-games and turn their thinking around.

In the initial psychological warfare, no one had the upper hand. When the atmosphere was stalemate, the man brought the last group of people, black cloaks.

It's a green team.Delin thought so.

So they sat around each other, aside from the three trembling poor civilians, Bilu was obviously much calmer.

"Ye'an." His voice was lifeless, "I didn't expect to meet for real."

This time it was Delin who spoke, "Cooperate?"

Bilu responded lightly: "Of course."

After several people got acquainted with each other, the gear representative took out a piece of jasper from his pocket.This jade is shaped like a pebble, and there is a small crimson dot sealed inside. His gloved right palm held the jade tightly and exerted a slight force——a horrifying aura spread all over the place. .

Bilu took a step back: "This is Pohida's breath."

"Pohida, the overlord existence among the evil beasts. Because it looks like the body of Oswald's dragon god, it is also called a pseudo-dragon." Delin's eyes were fixed on the piece of jasper, "There is a blockade of Bohida inside." Shida's breath—the jade."

Seemingly not at all surprised that the identity of the aura was discovered, the man continued calmly: "In the depths of the underground forest, there is a Bohida body, and her young eggs have just hatched—"

"Wait!" One of Bilu's teammates—looking at the size of the fat man—felt his feet and fell to the ground: "You said—the pseudo-dragon...we actually survived from the territory of the pseudo-dragon!"

Among the calm nobles, the gear representative who finally found a terrifying sense of superiority hadn’t even spoken, when he heard the figure lying on the ground crying loudly: "We made it out alive! Chemiye! I am sure!" You have what it takes to be a hero!"

Before the chubby boy asked such stupid words as "Where is the princess who needs to be rescued?", a thin figure rushed over and covered the fat man's mouth, and skillfully slapped him on the fat man's back. He kicked hard, and the shouts in the fat man's mouth all the way away turned into sobs of pain.

The corner of the man's mouth twitched slightly, but a smile full of interest soon appeared on his face.

The last civilian seemed to have received some instructions, and jumped up quickly, holding the fat man's arm firmly, and "accidentally" lifted the cloak, revealing the civilian-style soft armor inside——

"We won't participate in this game. He seems to be injured a little bit." After the man said sincerely, he pulled up the dying fat man and wanted to escape.

But Bilu spoke.

"If you want to run away." The boy said coldly, "I don't mind throwing you down to feed the dragon."

After a pause, he repositioned the enemy's identity: "The evil beast with the female dragon's skin on it."

It is of course impossible for civilians who find danger to escape.Bilu deliberately chose them as teammates, so she naturally had her own plans.

The fat man sobbed a few times, and stood up staggeringly: "I admit my fate—I admit it!" He grabbed Momo's hand casually, and was knocked away by another person before he could open his mouth to confess.

Binhuo gritted his teeth and hid Momo behind his back: "Put away your cleverness, you'll be ashamed."

Stupid commoners!Dare to grab Momo's hand!