The Sallan Manor is located southwest of Querofe. Relying on the foot of the famous Selora Mountains, the mountains are full of lush camphor forests. Even in the cold winter, it is still green and green. The clear stream flowing from the mountains flows like a thin snake with silver light gathers into the rippling moon lake at the foot of the mountain. The faint fragrance of plants and trees in the air makes me feel intoxicated and lingering. The Sallan Manor that is repaired is naturally quiet and wonderful.

Every spring and summer, people in Querofi will especially love to go out to the foot of the Celora Mountains to hunt. They can always cleanse and purify their tired hearts in the wonderful and quiet nature. Although the area of ​​Salland Manor is a forbidden area that is not allowed to be approached, the people of the Celora Mountains have a lot to go, but everyone will more or less look forward to the beautiful scenery you feel at Salland Manor.

Querofi is not far from the Salland Manor. If you rush to the horse and whip, you can reach it in half an hour. If you take a carriage and slowly enjoy the scenery along the way, it will only take about an hour, because Viscount Morroen once directly opened a wide and flat road to the Salland Manor.

After identifying the direction of the Guards, Barlett was able to determine the convenience of the other party going to be because there were only the vast Celora Mountains except for the Salland Manor. The Guards could not easily move out in the middle of the night, which only means that they must have given them confidential and important tasks.

Unfortunately, he was disabled and retired from the service and could no longer return to his most proud Guards Army.

The quiet dispatch of the Guards did not alarm Querofi's sleeping people. After all, not everyone was drinking and chatting in the middle of the night like Oden and Barlett.

After the Guards disappeared into the slowly open city gate in the distance, Barlett looked back and saw Oden staring blankly in place, still staring at the direction of the Guards' departure.

"Hey! Man! What are you thinking?"

Barlett shook his body and reached out to pat Oden on the shoulder and said drunk.

"Oh...oh... nothing. I just suddenly felt a little emotional." Barlett's shoulder patting action immediately cleared Oden's head.

"Sentence? Why? Do you remember your previous military career? Haha..." Barlett knew Oden's past. At the same time, he knew that even though the man in front of him had fallen to this day and became a mercenary wandering around, his heart still yearned for the days when he once led the army. Everyone had their glory time, and that time was often the place they deserved to miss and pride.

"Maybe, let's not talk, let's not talk, drink and drink!"

Oden smiled bitterly as if he felt something, and in a blink of an eye he shouted at Barlett with a cheerful smile.

...

On the spacious road with soil compaction, the cold winter cold made the earth even more frozen. A silent team suddenly appeared silently. They were wearing pitch-black armor covering their bodies, with a short sword hanging from their waists, holding the reins of the horse in one hand, and holding the sharp spear upright in the sky in the other hand, maintaining absolutely neatness during the journey and interval. The solemn and silent surface is filled with a cold and cool murderous aura that shocks the soul.

The most eye-catching thing is a man in front of the team.

His back was majestic and upright, and the blood-red cloak blew in the cold wind, and the helmet he was wearing covered his appearance. He only showed his narrow and long deep eyes. Although he was riding on the horse was silent. However, his hands and feet were filled with a certain mysterious temperament that was awe-inspiring.

He is Eckhart, known as Blood Cross, the deputy commander of the Guards under Viscount Morrown.

His origin is also unknown to the Huiying Knight Alonsos. No one knows when they appeared under Viscount Morrown's command. But one day, they appeared like this and became the strongest help for Viscount Morrown to sweep across the world.

Time passes slowly, passing through the camphor forest with fragrance radiating, passing by Yueer Lake, which reflects the hazy moonlight. In the distance, the outline of Salland Manor is in front of you.

Eckhart did not issue any orders, and the team kept moving forward. Generally speaking, generals would start to disperse the team as they approached the target more and more to form an encirclement to prevent the target from escaping, but Eckhart did not. Perhaps it was because of confidence and conceit, or perhaps... it was simply because of no need.

When there were dozens of steps away from Salland Manor, Eckhart finally raised his hand, and the guards behind him immediately stopped standing still.

Eckhart jumped out of the line and rode his horse towards the gate of Salland Manor, because he saw two people, two people who dared to stop them.

One is familiar, the other is strange.

Suddenly, he stopped and turned over and jumped off the horse's back.

The distance between the two is only ten steps away.

"Drank Xialan?"

Eckhart's voice was very low and even a little hoarse.

Xia Lan stood beside Pandillia, holding "Liefeng" with one hand, which made him imagine his caution towards the people in front of him, but his face was as indifferent and calm as ever.

"Who are you?"

He asked so.

"Mutin Eckhart."

The hand under Eckhart's cloak slowly raised until his chest stopped, and a wide blood-red cross sword suddenly appeared with a violent light from his hand.

"Blood Cross Eckhart?"

Xia Lan narrowed her eyes slightly.

"The Blood Cross is the name given to me by people, but I have never admitted that I am Eckhart, not the Blood Cross!" Eckhart inserted the blood-red cross sword in his hand to the ground, leaning on the hilt of the sword with both hands and said calmly.

"hehe--"

A trace of imperceptible arc suddenly appeared on the corner of Xia Lan's mouth.

"Maybe you forgot to tell your other identity and serve the devout Knight of the Glorious Gods!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Pandillia beside Xia Lan suddenly widened her eyes and looked at Eckhart incredible ways. Then she looked at Xia Lan and said tremblingly: "His Excellency Xia Lan, are you talking about it? Is Your Excellency Eckhart really the most brave and warlike sacred knight under the command of the Glorious Temple?"

"You should ask him this question instead of me," Xia Lan said.

"He was not wrong. I am indeed a sacred knight of the Third Knights of the Far West Branch under the command of the Glorious Hall!"

Eckhart admitted unexpectedly.

Xia Lan was not surprised by this because he knew the style and spirit of the Knights of the Holy Tribe.

Among them, Geng Zheng's straightforward statement is part of their oath to join the Knights of the Holy Tribe.

Especially the old-fashioned Knights of the Templar. They almost never tell a lie.

It is strange that Eckhart actually said his origin in such detail. Perhaps this shows that he didn't mind Xia Lan's clear identity at all, and even the Guards and Pandillia behind him didn't care at all.

"Are you here to kill me?"

After a moment of silence, Xia Lan spoke.

"Yes, you have to die today." Eckhart said.

"Is Viscount Morrown's final order issued?" Xia Lan asked.

"Yes." Eckhart said.

"There is no room for anything?" Xia Lan asked again.

This time, Eckhart did not answer.

So that's it, it seems that I guessed it.

At this time, he pulled Pandelia beside him to his body, and the "freak wind" in his hand pierced into Pandelia's back with lightning speed. Half of the sword body shining with green light suddenly came out of Pandelia's heart.

"Do you think Viscount Morrowen still wants to kill me now?"

Xia Lan stared at Eckhart in the distance with an expressionless face, and ignored Pandillia who fell down with pain and shock in front of her.

Eckhart remained silent. His eyes fell on Pandillia on the ground. Blood gradually stained her heart, her face and breathing became paler and weaker. She bit her lips tightly, her fists tightly, and her pupils began to dilate. But she was unwilling to let out a painful whisper until she died. Gradually, she closed her eyes...

"She is not dead."

Eckhart suddenly said.

"Yes, but if you forget that if you bleed too much, she will actually die. You don't have much time." Xia Lan said calmly.

"You can bear it?" Eckhart said in a deep voice.

"You should ask Viscount Morrown for this question." Xia Lan smiled strangely.

"withdraw!"

Without saying a word, the blood-red cross sword that Eckhart was leaning on his hand disappeared immediately. He turned around and returned to the side of the horse and jumped up, pulled the reins and turned the horse's head and left!

The Guards Corps, which had been silent, had no one spoke. They simply separated a passage for Eckhart to pass by and followed him.

Xia Lan stood still, until the breath of the Guards and Eckhart escaped from their perception range and determined that they had actually left, he picked up Pandillia, covered in blood, and quickly turned back to the manor.

On the huge bed, Xia Lan cleanly took off Pandelia, revealing her graceful and seductive snow-white ** in an instant, and the sword was hurt in her heart, so he inevitably saw the two small bright reds on her snow-white chest.

Xia Lan's eyes trembled slightly, and two bottles of red potions were added to her hands. One bottle was liquid and the other was powder. The liquid potion was poured into her mouth, while the powder potion was poured onto the bloody wound on her chest and back. With the combined healing of the airflow in his body, her wound no longer bleeds, and her weak heartbeat and breathing gradually stabilized...

After wrapping the prepared white bandage around her chest, Xia Lan, who had done all the healing work, immediately relaxed. As soon as the bedding was covered, he left directly from the bedside.

"They retreated?"

Not far away, Silala, who was sitting on the sofa, looked at Xia Lan, who was walking in a state of dismay, and her legs tightly attached to the sofa were trembling slightly from time to time.

Xia Lan came to the sofa and sat directly beside Serra, with a slightly solemn expression: "They didn't find any of their breaths in their perception. It is not ruled out that they have the ability to hide their breaths, especially Eckhart. Even if I constrict the perception, it may be difficult for me to detect his existence."

"Don't worry, they should have evacuated." Serrara comforted: "Eckhart's evacuation so decisively shows that Viscount Morrown must have given an explanation before leaving."

"You have been observing at the windowsill?" Xia Lan said.

"Of course, otherwise I can't judge something accurately." Serrara whispered.

"Your health is fine?"

Xia Lan looked at Sella's slender white legs and said.

Serra's face turned slightly red and lowered her head and said, "No problem, but her body is still a little weak."

"Yeah?"

Xia Lan's fingers flashed with a false ring, and a bottle of potion appeared in her hand and handed it to the other party.

"Drink it."

"A therapeutic agent?"

Holding it in her hand, she observed the medicine bottle in her hand, Selala pulled it open and drank it all. Soon, she felt a warm breath from inside to outside, and her tight legs stopped trembling slightly. Perhaps it was because of the strong effect of the medicine. A sleepy feeling made her drowsy. After a while, she fell on Xia Lan's shoulder and fell asleep.

After taking out a quilt and covering it on his body, Xia Lan moved her body and disappeared into the room.

"I didn't expect you to come back!"

In the hall of the manor, Xia Lan came from the darkness, staring at the tall and majestic figure standing in the center of the hall.
To be continued...