The world is gray, whether it is the sky, the ground, or the sea.

Although the south-central area of the gray castle will not be covered by endless snow, it will not avoid the influence of the evil moon, the sun cannot be seen above, and the gray clouds occupy the whole sky.A pale mist rose on the earth, burying all the dirt, rocks and jungle, leaving only a black and gray mountain, revealing its head from the cloud and winding toward the southern tip of the continent, which was also the target of the Nightingale.

As she flew in the sky on a Maisie, she experienced how terrible the unshielded cold wind was – even if she put on the special windproof clothes given to her by her Highness before departure, the scarves and cuffs could not withstand the cold.In particular, the ears and fingers, will soon lose consciousness due to low temperatures, and have to stop and rest for a while, so the full-speed flight is only half a day away, and finally extended to the next day.

“Here we are,” the lightning approached her.

The nightingale exploded its head, and saw that the ridge at the foot became much lower, as if sinking into the ground, and a city built on the mountain appeared in the fog, which should be their target - falling Longling.

"Land," she patted Maisie on the broad back, "be careful not to let anyone see."

“Oh!”Macy nodded, closed her wings, and glided down.The mist came, and soon covered the three, until the landing, the nightingale found that the visibility around was amazingly low, almost fifty steps away from a hazy, it was difficult to distinguish what was in the distance.

This is good news for witches, at least not easily.

After entering the fog, the world will appear in its true face, and she is not worried about falling into the arms of the church's judgment army because of the thick fog.

"You wait here for me," said the Nightingale, "it won't take long."

“Your Highness has asked me to provide vigilance in the air,” the lightning shook his head.

“I’m also called on you to make emergency contact and avoid you from tying your target!”Maisie re-turned into a fat dove, crouching over the little girl’s head.

His Highness was making senseless exhortations again, and the Nightingale thought helplessly, "If so, then go."

The world in an instant became black and white, and the mist disappeared—or rather, they became other forms that could no longer hinder their own observation.Everything in front of me was suddenly clear, and the dark walls appeared two hundred meters away, extending from the side of the mountain, connecting the city with the mountain like a hood.Compared with the outer wall of the long song fortress, this stone wall is much shorter, and the guard who is not seen in the city.

The Nightingale went to the wall, easily found the entrance made of twisted lines, took a step forward, and was behind the wall.

The city is half smaller than the fortress, just to explore this part of the mountain wall, the scale is more like a small town.But the pendant Longling itself is located in the rock, and the lord castle is embedded in the middle of the mountainside, which can be seen from afar.

The Nightingale confirmed that Lightning and Maisie followed into the city and went straight to the castle.

This work is not strange to her, and can even be called very good.

Driven by the coercion of old Gülen, it is common task to sneak into other noble mansions and castles, and these houses are mostly the same structure, and the owners of the mansion always like to set their rooms in the most central and spacious position.At that time, she was not free to penetrate the partition wall, but could only hide her figure, carefully avoiding possible traps and the stone of divine punishment, and stealing the letters and documents hidden in the cabinet.

Now there is a fog, and naturally not to mention, the stone of divine punishment set at the corner of the castle passageway presents a black hole without light, like the moon hanging in the night sky.The hidden organs were nowhere to be found, and their twisted contours were squirming like earthworms, and she could easily destroy them through walls.Within the reach of ability, the nightingale is perfectly capable of moving as it pleases, and the walls, doors and roofs are nothing in her eyes.

Walking into the top floor of the largest room, she found her goal.

Although they had never seen each other, the Nightingale first confirmed that this man was the lord of Longling, the Marquis of Spell Passy.Because the other person is running the magic brilliance of blue in the body, it is also the only color in the fog world.

The Marquis was sitting at his desk, and the quill pen in her hand was flying up and down, and she seemed to be writing something, and she was about thirty years old, with wrinkles crawling in the corners of her eyes, and a silver curly hair and a plain-colored robe that were older.The nightingale carefully checked the room again, there is no stone of divine punishment in the house, and there is no organ, the other party's only weapon is a short crossbread hidden in the sleeve, the structure is exquisite, and it knows that the cost is expensive at a glance.

After leaving a mark at the window, she closed the fog and appeared to be in shape.

"Hello, Marquis of Speer Passy."

The sudden sound made the other party cold and trembling, quickly raised his head, and the nightingale in front of him looked at each other, and then quickly calmed down, "Who are you?"

The Nightingale could not help but think of the scene when he first met with His Royal Highness Roland, and the other party's first reaction was to turn around and escape, and he had to use a dagger to leave him, and now it is really uplifting.

"My name is Nightingale, and I am from the town of the West End, and as you can see, I am a witch."

"I think so, no one but the witch can come without asking," said Speer, pretending to be calm, with one hand slowly reaching out into his sleeve, "don't you know you should knock on the door before you come in?"

"It is the guard who greets me in that way, not you," said the Nightingale, with a gleaming light. "Don't worry, I have no intention of hurting you, but I just want to talk to you here... So you don't need to use the dark crossbrumb in your sleeves."

Speer paused, then quickly sank, "You know a lot," she pulled out her hands and put it around her chest, "and say, what's the matter with you here?"

“I have brought the message of the lord of the border town, the guardian of the West, the four princes of the Grey Fort, His Highness Roland Wimbledon,” said the Nightingale, “and now he has established a new order in the west where witches can live together with ordinary people and work together, and I hope you will come to help him.”

“Four princes?”The Marquis frowned for a moment, “Is that the incompetence that is often used as a laughing stock among the nobility?”She had a ridiculous look on her face, “What’s the joke, Lord of the border town?”He is but a rebel king who has been sent to a deserted place!”

“Tiffany is the real usurper,” corrected the Nightingale, “and it won’t be long before he is pushed down the throne by Prince Roland.”But these are not the point... Your Highness hopes to strengthen the ability of a witch through your magic channel, and I don't know if you are willing to go to the border town?"

(Unfinished).