"Ahem." Sandino straightened up happily, still holding the leftover half of a banana in his hand. "It's better to be respectful than to obey." Cesare sat in the driver's seat on the right and took the reins of the horse, Closia sat beside her brother, and Sandino sat on the far left, and when the three were ready, Cesare lifted the reins and slowly drove the carriage into the intersection. Not long after he hit the road, Cesare noticed that the back of his hand was a little wet, and then a few drops of rain fell on Cesare's head, and the three of them looked up in unison. The sky that had just been clear was slowly covered by drifting clouds, and the sun gradually disappeared, and the splendor of the entire city disappeared with it. Sandino couldn't help but complain: "Didn't it just rain, why is it going to rain again?" "It's probably going to be the rainy season." Closia cupped her delicate hands and replied casually. The change in weather was so sudden that pedestrians on the road could be seen ducking towards the building, and Cesare was not prepared for the rain, thinking that complaining would not work, and the road back to the city center was still long, and he could only pray that the rain would not last long. Cesare was not the only one affected by the sudden rain. Far away at the other end of the city, a small church seemed to have just finished its Sunday prayers, and the wooden door was pushed open from the inside out, and people from all walks of life poured out from the gate, and when they saw that it was going to rain, they scattered in all directions, except for a blonde boy who stood alone in the place where the crowd had dispersed. Cesare's classmate Hilton wore his trademark plain white coat, which almost covered his entire body like a thickened and fleece cloak, and today he wears a white hat of rabbit down, which accentuates his handsome fair face. Standing alone in the rain, not seeing his group of followers, perhaps because of the strict family education, he adhered to the traditional rules even when he was out of town, and did not want to involve other people's time. Hilton looked up at the rainy weather, still holding a piece of church-distributed biscuit in his mouth, and pushed it into his mouth without hurry. Freshly baked cream biscuits with perfectly proportioned blueberry jam, the crunchy sound of a sweet and delicious taste bursts out on the lips and teeth, and the sweet and sour blueberry jam is like a rapid violin song that hooks people's taste buds and chews on the biscuits. From the initial crispy to the soft, the soft ghee jam and crispy crumbs of the ingredients are incredibly rich in taste and satisfaction, and it is just the right amount of sweetness without being overly abrupt or insignificant. Of course, it may be just an ordinary cookie in the mouth of ordinary people, but Hilton obviously has his own unique understanding and need for sweets, closing his eyes and feeling the delicious taste lingering in his mouth, as if all worldly troubles disappear into invisibility. Hilton enjoyed the moment, muttering quietly, "Even if it's just for the cookies, it's worth it." As he swallowed the biscuit, he felt a tremor on the damp ground, and when he looked into the distance, he saw a group of heavily armed guards marching over the road in front of him, and the equipment was far more advanced than the school's security. The guards were dressed in sturdy armor, with the exception of their faces and arms, wrapped in steel plates and chain mail, their helmets covering most of their faces and revealing only their eyes and noses, giving the impression of ruthless coldness, and these men held spears and blunt weapons in their hands, and the sign of the cross crossed on their outer shawls made of animal fur meant that they would fight for the Pope and even pay with their lives. Hilton didn't know why these hoplites had suddenly appeared here, where they were going, and before he could figure out what to do, the guards had long since disappeared at the end of the road. Seeing that the rain was getting heavier and heavier, Sheldon, whose taste buds had been satisfied by the biscuits, had no reason to stay where he was, and thought that he would hurry back to his dormitory, so he took a step and walked along the main road in the direction of St. Calliu's College. Due to the rainy weather, there are fewer and fewer pedestrians on the road, and many shops are ready to finish proofs when they see the bad weather, and there is a strong wind at the moment, and the doors and windows of the houses on both sides are closed. After walking silently for a while, Hilton suddenly stopped, his expression was a little worried, and he looked around him very vigilantly, and at this moment there was no half a figure around the street, and the houses of the common people did not have a uniform construction style, and they were piled up on both sides of the road. The stone and wood structures have long been dilapidated after the ups and downs, and some of the houses even have a large hole in the sour furniture, and when these houses are soaked by the rain, the walls of the houses seem to have terrible tear stains, like giants whose bodies are buried in the mud crying out for tragedy to the besieged teenagers. Hilton had been on the battlefield, and his father was a frontier general of the Siege Empire, and his education method for Hilton could hardly be summed up with harshness, and could even be called cruel. During several battles against the rebels, Hilton's father would force his sons to take charge of the execution of the captives, training them physically and mentally by killing them with his own hands. Therefore, at this time, Hilton smelled a familiar smell in the humid air that could not be forgotten, salty, with a slight rusty smell, which was the smell of blood.Rather than being washed away by the rain, the unusually pungent smell of blood filled the air and was inhaled into Hilton's nose, and the smell was unusual, and in Hilton's memory, there were no buildings in the vicinity that resembled a slaughterhouse, and such a disgusting smell would only appear if the heads of the enemy were hung in a row. But Hilton is not afraid, on the contrary, he is worried that someone needs help, he knows that he is not a good person, but it is against the glory of the military family to not save him. After a moment of hesitation, Hilton searched for the source of the smell of blood, and slowly left the main road, into a dimly lit path. The deeper you go, the stronger the smell of blood becomes. Hilton drew the ivory cane from his waist and hid it in his coat in case of emergency, he cautiously did not make any sound, his expression was serious, his body remained firm and he did not let go of his haughty figure, until he passed a few corners and saw a homeless man lying in a pool of blood at the end of the path. "You ......" Hilton was about to speak, but the sudden rise of vigilance made him withdraw his voice. Looking around, there was no sign of anyone else or fighting, except for a deep blood streak on the wall next to the homeless man, from the eaves to the base, as if he had been thrown from the upper floor against the wall, and fell here. The arrogant Hilton rarely lowered the head of the nobleman, and carefully looked at the homeless man who was lying motionless in the distance, this person was wrapped in a pitch-black tattered cloak, and the blood oozing out dyed the cloak into a shiny black red, judging from the length of the body, it seemed to be a middle-aged man with a slightly chubby body, his whole body was covered by the cloak, and he couldn't see his face, and he couldn't see the specific wounds, but he could vaguely feel the blur of flesh and blood under the cloak, as well as the dislocation of the limbs. The rain poured down on his body and in the pools of blood around him, and it was already just a corpse. In order to prevent the threat from leaving, Hilton gently poked his staff to the ground, quietly feeling the flow of magic, but his magic skills are very weak, and it is precisely because of this that he was disliked by his father, and came to study at this unpopular St. Carl Stream Academy, no matter how Hilton obtained more details through magic, all he got was deathly silence, and he could only give up in the end. Maybe Cesare is here? Hilton couldn't help but smile bitterly, sometimes that guy's talent is really jealous. "Help...... Help me ......" While Hilton was still thinking, the man under the cloak made a faint trembling sound, his voice was intermittent and very weak, and there was a hoarse voice with blood bubbles bursting, as if his throat had been cut with a knife, and the characters he said were difficult to discern the specific meaning. Hilton was shocked that this man was still alive after so much blood, and he didn't think about it any more, and hurriedly took two steps forward to further confirm his injuries. And just as he was about to walk in front of the homeless man, Hilton suddenly stopped in place, his brow furrowed instantly. The liquid everywhere is the blood of normal human beings, the blood pool with the smell of fish is pitch black, it looks viscous like the black mycelium of a large pool, there seem to be bubbles churning in it, and it seems to be squirming slowly like autonomous life, as if it feeds on each other, devours each other, and when the rain falls on it, it can't make any splash at all, but falls into the endless abyss, swallowed up by this blasphemous liquid. Hilton grabbed the tip of the cane and pulled it outward, and in an instant a silver light flashed in the rain, and a very sharp, outwardly bright cane sword was instantly pulled out of his coat, shining with a deadly brilliance. Then, Hilton raised his head and asked the creature in front of him fearlessly, "Raise your head, what are you......?" The so-called homeless man did not respond, but curled up in pain under the cloak, and whispered in a crying voice like a pleading: "Black-haired boy...... You have the smell of him......" Hilton cautiously stepped back, and the man suddenly twisted his covered body in a strange posture and crawled forward half a position, more black blood flowing from under the cloak. "You know him...... Cesare ...... His taste is on the south side...... Right, right......" Hearing this familiar name, Hilton was stunned at first, thinking that he had just misheard, but when he thought about it carefully, it could only be Cesare Hunyati. Hilton couldn't imagine what this thing in front of him had to do with Cesare, or if the rumors about Hunyadi's house were true, and that there really was something blasphemous going on in that mysterious territory. Either way, Hilton was sure that this thing was not the relative who had come to visit Cesare and wanted to have afternoon tea with, and if the school knew that Cesare was related to this kind of thing, then the guy would not only face expellation, but his sister Closia would undoubtedly be implicated...... Before Hilton could react to the terrible message, the thing moved forward again, and an arm so pale that it almost rotted came out from under the cloak, and in the uneven wounds, black mycelium filled the bloody mouth, which did not look like a living person, and just as the arm was about to grab Hilton's boots, the sharp blade of the sword was pressed against the outline of the man's head. "Don't come any closer, this is the last warning!" As soon as he finished speaking, the thing's finger poked forward an inch, and in return was a merciless blade stabbing down on the top of his head without hesitation.Hilton had killed people, he was not afraid of killing, not to mention that at this moment he firmly believed that this thing was not human at all, Hilton's eyes were determined, his body was straight, and he was relieved until the touch of his skull being pierced by the blade of the sword passed from the blade to his arm. But it was at the same time, just at the moment when Hilton thought it was over, it was just a blink of an eye, and he only felt that after an instinctive blink, his eyes could not regain his light, something hit his side hard, and there was no time to react at all, everything happened very suddenly, and the huge impact took Hilton's feet off the ground, knocking the boy's entire body out in an instant.

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