Duke of Grief

The lower city of Cortona seems to have been silent and dark, with only a few lights showing through the cracks in the doors of taverns and hotels. Even in the daytime when the sun is shining brightly, the spring night is still cold.

The moon swayed the light like ink on this piece of earth, and drew a complex scene of a feast of wine and a long sigh.

Day after day, night after night, in this era of little entertainment, the nobles like to hold various banquets.

Civilians whose houses are located around Shangcheng District can see the light behind them through the top of the wall not far away, just as the city district is always dark and the city district is always bright.

In Shangcheng District, pine wood and whale oil jointly hold a sun, so that the sides of the road always shine.

The lights made the night of the Shangcheng District disappear temporarily. The horseshoes and wheels were still crushing the weathered stone bricks. The horses pulling the carts were abnormal. They were not too much to be used as war horses, but they are now pulling horses.

As with their owners, they are equally distinguished.

Cervantes strolled on the roof of the upper city house. When the patrol guard's eyes swept away, his figure would always disappear, and the next moment would appear on the roof of the next house.

His pace is slow because the matter is in a hurry.

The upper city and the lower city are about the same size, but the building layout is not as crowded as the lower city.

Breathing the fresh air, the black dragon stepped across the roofs of the moonlight, his eyes continually glancing, as if looking for something.

His search method was too rough, and he could not find anything if he searched only by his sense of smell.

The reason why he will come here is that ‘people with a plague church are mixed into the decision-making level of the Mohr Business Federation’.

In this case, before the goddess of wealth and the aristocracy of the Moore Business Federation have not turned their backs, they will always be fictitious with each other. If the camouflage technology is not smart enough, Latinia has already appeared, and it is impossible to wait until now.

Cervantes didn't think he could find a potential plague church lurker if he found this way. Now he came here to'step on point', and after some time-the day after tomorrow or the day after tomorrow-find another reason to look at it.

If you can’t do it, you can get in touch with the people of the Glorious Church. If you don’t find it by then, his disguised identity will be of little use.

Cervantes didn't feel much about the bright and beautiful scene in front of him.

He is not a jealous envoy of justice, nor a thief of rich Qiu, nor a countryman who has never seen the world. Wind City is more exciting and lively than here, let alone the scenes in Serena's memory.

He is always calm when hunting, which is related to his childhood experience. If it were not his mother, he would not grow to what he is now.

Trying to converge his own breath, even after killing a few legends, Gordon still has a legend sitting in it.

This is the heritage of a great country, which is beyond the Kingdom of Corot.

In order to prevent the legend from noticing himself, Cervantes walked lightly on the roof like a rogue, without making any noise.

The strange smell of pine wood and whale oil burning around the tip of the nose, but suddenly, the black dragon's eyes condensed.

A violent, fine, silky scent rushed into his nasal cavity, making him frown.

"What's the smell?" Mumbled, Cervantes sniffed the tip of his nose, trying to find the source of the smell.

It should be nearby...

At this moment, Cervantes seemed to turn into a shadow, quietly landing, and then shuttled between the shadows of the houses. The people on the streets outside only felt a breeze blowing, and did not care too much.

Following the smell, Cervantes finally came to a large courtyard.

Standing under the corner, he could see the traffic on the street, the laughter never stopped, from time to time someone came down from the carriage, and from time to time someone walked out with a woman with heavy makeup on.

The people entering and leaving are all men, and they all look luxuriously dressed. Although some are handsome and some are unremarkable, their common characteristic should be ‘rich’.

This is a "Golden Cave"!

The pungent perfume and sweat acid make Cervantes frown, and his face is unpleasant.

None of these tastes could cover up the smell he smelled just now. On the contrary, the taste was more intense.

Men and women in and out seem to have such a smell...

Perceiving this phenomenon, Cervantes couldn't help raising his eyebrows.

If it is a disease such as Hua Liu disease, it is impossible for everyone to catch it, then this is probably a plague!

Now he has confirmed that this ‘thing’ is extremely contagious. It is not known whether it is extremely lethal. Now these people seem to be in good physical condition, but what is the fact, who knows?

There was no plague in the Moore Business Federation, but a plague appeared in a ‘Golden Grotto’ in Corton. Is this a coincidence or was it deliberately done by the people of the Plague Church?

Cervantes did not know, and he was too lazy to think about it.

At least he now has the message that "the plague has also appeared in the Moore Business Federation". Then he can try to find the source of the plague and see if he can find the plague believers.

He did not rush to leave, anyway, these plagues could not infect him. He just wanted to know how many people can be infected by these constantly infectious sources of plague after a night!

With a malicious smile on the corner of his mouth, the black dragon now crouched in the shadow, and no one could show his presence.

"Marquis dur, this is old and strong!"

A playful laughter came from my ears, which was particularly loud, as if I was afraid that no one else would hear it.

Cervantes turned his head and glanced a few times, and now an old man ‘hanging’ around a woman was shaking her head and chuckling: “Old and old, not as good as you young people!”

Earl Clyde raised his eyebrows~www.NovelMTL.com~ smiled meaningfully, "Master Marquis, you're laughing, who doesn't know how often you have been in recent days...umm!"

Marquis Dur shook his head with a smile, patted the charming woman who was leaning on her side, and turned to her carriage.

Earl Clyde nodded at this, turned away, and did not intend to disturb the interest of the marquis.

Earlier, the Marquis of Dour helped him. Although it was not a big deal, it helped him anyway.

After glancing at the gate of the courtyard with nostalgia, after hearing the familiar "come again", Earl Cled sighed and walked onto the carriage with his waist covered.

As the wheels turned around, Junma slowly drove away in a carriage, and Cervantes returned to the roof, far away from the street just now.

"I didn't expect a straight fight, I was able to reap so quickly..."

Looking at the wagon far away, Cervantes couldn't help laughing.

He smelled a more intense smell on the groom, even if the groom was not the mastermind, but it would have nothing to do with it.

Apart from the people of the Plague Church, who else can be so crazy?

Ordinary grooms dare not murder their masters, let alone count other nobles-so this matter must be related to the plague church!

"Count Clyde..." Black Dragon narrowed his eyes.

He felt that he could probably contact the people of the Guanghui Church tomorrow to see if the information in their hands was the same as his guess.

Finally, a clue was found, and even if the identity was exposed, he didn't want to watch the clue disappear from his eyes...

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