At night, like a black velvet curtain, the night spreads quietly in the sky, the pale white moonlight ripples like water, and flows like the best silk on the empty streets, and the world is filled with a quiet and lonely atmosphere.

Alan was wearing a lined Holy Shield protective suit, an ordinary linen gown, a Black Hawk tactical belt around his waist, tactical trousers on his lower body, a pair of tactical boots that looked like night, a blue rose was placed on his armpit gun bag, a sheathed dagger shadow was inserted on his waist, and a total of 4 magazines were placed. It was not that he could not put more, but that if he put it down, it was not convenient to hide, and it was not convenient to move.

After thinking about it, he pulled out another magazine and fixed the statue of the knight on the desk, which was only the size of a palm-sized knight on his waist. God's return to God and Caesar's return to Caesar. Although he didn't want to admit it, the malice in his memory, the rumors that didn't know the truth and falsehood in his past few days made him feel a little uneasy. He was not the kind of self-deception, and even time travel happened. Any strange event could be understood.

If the opponent is a human, then he has enough confidence. After all, a person will die if he is killed. But if it is those strange things, he may be helpless. It is not the lack of courage and confidence, but the inequality of information. So he brought the only thing at hand that is highly likely to be related to mystery, which may come in handy.

Alan stood in full arms in front of his attic desk, looking at the distant night sky through the open wooden window. The scenery under the night was as usual. In the noise of the wind, there were only the cries of birds and the roar of steam that had dissipated in the wind. However, after listening carefully, Alan could still hear the extremely subtle buzzing, which was the last cry of the summer cicadas that had come to autumn.

Alan quietly stared at the quiet night, listening to the irritating insects, but his mood was unexpectedly peaceful. Huh, he let out a long breath of turbid air, and Alan put on a navy blue mid-length windbreaker, covering all the symbols of killing, fighting, and death under the somewhat silent color.

Without opening the door, Allen was quite familiar with the window. His attic was not low, almost five floors tall, but he was not worried at all. It was not that he was so timid, but because this huge fortress had already changed over a long period of time. Not to mention that the various measures used to defend against foreign enemies in the past have been completely transformed into buildings suitable for people's livelihood, and because after the start of the technological revolution, Emperor Charles VII had already popularized heating, gas, drinking water and other pipes, which had been popularized by Emperor Charles VII, entered thousands of households.

The castle where Allen lives has undergone related renovations, but because the castle was originally a church and later changed to a military fortress, its complex structure made the city government workers who wanted to install water pipes at the beginning a little helpless, but there were always more solutions than problems. After a series of discussions, the construction workers decided to install various pipes on the outer edge of the castle, which solved this problem.

Alan is now climbing down the wrongly complex pipeline. The Black Hawk tactical gloves on his hand rubbed the special paint layer on the red metal pipe, allowing him to stick to the pipe stably and not fall down due to the sweat stains gradually seeping out of his hands. The strong and powerful muscles slightly raised on his back, the smooth muscle lines on his slender arms stretched and contracted, and the blue veins visible under the skin were like a python entangled.

Alan fell rapidly on the outer wall of the castle. Although it was still autumn now, because of the strange climate in the extreme north, every household had turned on the heating. It was okay during the day and could barely survive. The temperature dropped sharply at night and almost freezes. In the era when heating was not invented, wearing cotton jackets early and yarn in the afternoon was actually very common in the north. Alan couldn't help but feel very grateful. Fortunately, because the pipes were installed outside, in order to protect the metal pipe made of red copper, a layer of special paint that can be anti-corrosion, rust and heat insulation was applied to it. This prevented Alan from ending with a braised pig's trotter.

The navy blue windbreaker roared in the night wind, but a few meters away dissipated in the noisy wind. In less than a minute, Allen had landed from the attic at the fifth floor high to the ground. He looked around and found that no one noticed him and quickly left the place.

Alan walked on the empty street, and the bright moonlight quietly scattered, dividing the ground into a blend of shadows and light. While observing the surroundings, he quietly walked in the shadows, and was also moving his wrists constantly during the process of moving. The rapid decline just now, even with his extremely superior physique, he was a little uncomfortable. It was not that he didn't want to be slower and more steadily, mainly because although the curfew was implemented tonight, he had already looked around carefully before he came down. Logically, no one should notice his movements, but who knows if any resident suddenly looked out or the patrolman who didn't know where to suddenly come to this area, so he could only fall as soon as possible to avoid someone really discovering his whereabouts. After all, if what he is doing is really caught, it will be really hard to explain.

Tonight's long night was particularly quiet, even the customs streets and commercial areas that used to be like a city that never sleeps are quiet at this moment. Alan ran towards the north of Gria under the protection of darkness.

The apartment that Allen lives in was transformed from a fortress, located in the northwest of the west district of Gria, close to the city center. The fortress was built to resist foreign enemies and guard against accidents. However, the predecessor of this fortress was the Cathedral of Dawn, and more than a hundred years have passed since it was used as a fortress. In the past hundred years, the technological revolution guided by Charles VII and Arrengail the Great has developed rapidly. Major cities have been continuously expanded and the human territory has continued to extend, so the fortress, which was originally located on the edge of the city, has now entered the main urban area.

The eastern district of Griya, which is mixed with evil and blood, developed at this stage. At the beginning, it was just foreigners who could not obtain the identity of city residents and stayed outside for the time being, followed by adventurers, mercenaries engaging in some shameful transactions outside. In a very short time, this muddy and smelly area had developed and became a tumor in Griya. When the adults of the city government turned around and discovered this, they only found that they were only able to find out about this.

It was not that they could not get rid of this complicated area, but that the slums had already been attached to Gria City at that time. If they took action, it would inevitably have an adverse impact on Gria City, and the harvest and losses were really disproportionate, so in the end they could only grit their teeth and give up this idea. Instead, they included the slums in Gria City management system for relatively loose management. As long as the people there did not do excessive things, the imperial official would not intervene.

Now that this happened in Gria City, martial law across the city was expected. Perhaps this is why Boer and the others would shrink their strength at this moment just in case.

While thinking about these causes and consequences, Allen wandered in the shadows and in the darkness, but his attention had not been put down and he maintained the warning he deserved.

Withdrawing his wandering thoughts, he gradually lowered his footsteps, calmed his breathing, and reduced his entire presence to a thin level.

In the northern section of Gria City, the night wind began to blew. Several blown leaves wandered on the long streets. The exotic buildings were lined up one after another. The tall chimneys were sucking and exuding a hazy breath. Some yellowed white walls were even more desolate under the pale moonlight. The huge city walls in the distance were in sight. The city gates made of fine iron were like eternal peaks, calm and heavy.

The watery moonlight rippled on the bluestone street, and the refreshing breeze began to become low. Alan stood quietly in a shadow, suddenly staring at the large townhouse apartment in the distance.

After returning in the afternoon, he did not do anything. Because his uncle was the editor-in-chief, they had been ordering several newspapers at home. Putting aside the gossip and headlines, he found the information he wanted in an official mouthpiece's morning newspaper. It said that because the weather was getting colder and the underground river was diverted, some areas were repaired tonight. The Municipal Department moved the residents of the area to be repaired out. The Empire official prepared rooms for them in the hotel for living. Although the Empire official repaired and inspected these infrastructure every year, this big move has not been done for several years. This ordinary news seems a bit too abnormal at this time.

In the eyes of ordinary people who don’t know the inside story, it may be just the Empire taking advantage of this curfew to inspect and modify the basic facilities for benefiting the people, but for Allen, who already knows the inside story, this news is as obvious as the lice on the monk’s head, so he headed to the north of Gria without hesitation.

However, his speculation ended here. Without more information, he could only wait for the further development of things in this shadow and could not participate more. Although he did not find any signs of ambush in his observation, in his perception, there was a great crisis hidden in the area ahead, just like a ferocious beast in the darkness and chose people to eat them.

exhale, inhale, exhale, inhale...

Alan's breath became long and light, like withered autumn leaves crushed into the cold and bleak autumn wind. He was no worse than patience than anyone.
Chapter completed!