"Close! Close the door quickly!"
There were a lot of people in the room shouting.
"We might as well chop up the furniture in this house and burn it. It's not our home anyway."
So everyone started working as they were told, and soon the furniture was chopped into firewood.
The fire was lit and I felt a little warm.
Kiusha arranged the manpower for the night watch and lay down with the others.
I don't know how much time has passed.
It could be a few seconds, it could be a few hours.
Cold and shaking.
Kiusha was woken up by a panicked cry.
"Captain! Captain, wake up, wake up quickly!"
"Roy," Kiusha saw the person in front of him clearly and recognized the name of the rider he had arranged to watch last night. He opened his eyes in a daze, "What's going on? Why are you panicking?"
"Kiusha Captain, the others are missing."
"What do you mean missing?"
Kiusha Rubbed his eyes, he sat up and looked around blankly.
When he noticed that there were only two people in this room, he and Roy, his mind suddenly cleared up.
"Roy, where did the others go? Why are there only two of us?"
"I don't know."
"You don't know? You kept vigil last night. You don't know? Let me ask you, when did you go to bed?"
"I..."
Roy is confused.
Because no matter how much he thought about it, he couldn't recall at all the memory of the handover with the next vigil.
He had no choice but to answer honestly, "I can't remember."
But soon he said, "Kiusha Captain, could it be that they went out hunting in the morning?"
Kiusha said, "There are no traces of footprints outside the house, which means they didn't go out at all."
Roy was shocked and hurriedly ran to the window and looked out.
But there were indeed no footprints outside the house.
"Kiusha Captain, could it be that the heavy snow just buried their tracks?"
Kiusha instinctively wanted to refute.
If you go out to find food in the morning, you only have so little time, no matter how heavy the snow is, it is impossible to bury all the footprints without leaving any traces.
But the mentality of luck took over at this time.
"Indeed... it is indeed possible."
Roy also said with a sense of luck, "Then we just need to wait in the house."
Kiusha Instinctively felt that it couldn't be that simple.
But the two of them still waited in the room for about an hour or two.
As a result, no one returned.
Even Roy couldn't help but muttered, "Even if you go hunting far away, you should be back by now."
Kiusha was unwilling to wait any longer.
"Roy, go prepare your horses, let's leave here, go back to Kaedwen, and get out of this hellish place."
Roy stood up subconsciously.
After taking two steps, he was stunned again. "But what about the others?"
"Stop talking nonsense, just go as soon as I tell you."
Roy responded, finally feeling a little scared.
Open the door and walk to the stables on the left.
Kiusha waited in the room for several minutes, but did not hear any movement outside.
"Roy? Roy!"
He shouted loudly and walked out of the house.
But there was no response coming from the direction of the stable.
The house they lived in was not far from the stables.
Moreover, the snow has stopped now, and even the sound of wind has become much quieter, so it is impossible not to hear it.
Kiusha drew out his long sword and walked slowly over with one foot deep and one foot shallow.
But they saw that the horses they were riding on when they came were still in the stable.
But there is no trace of Roy.
He looked around hurriedly.
But just like the others who disappeared this morning.
Even Roy disappeared without leaving any footprints.
"There should be at least a trail of footprints along the way from the house to the stable."
At this time, he seemed to have remembered something.
He hurried to the open fire on the other side of the house.
He asked his men to build this fire yesterday.
The purpose was to burn the body found in the house.
One night passed, the fire had long been extinguished and it was still covered with snow.
Kiusha used his sword to pry the snow covering the fire, but then he found it too slow, so he threw the sword to the ground and replaced it with his hands.
After a while of randomly pulling it down, the snow was quickly swept to the ground by him.
Then he took away the firewood as well.
Then, he seemed to have seen a ghost.
He was so frightened that he fell to the ground.
He stared hard at the scorching fire, but his face was as pale as snow.
There was nothing in the fire.
The weather is so cold and it snowed last night. It is impossible to completely cremate the body.
Even if it is cremated, it is impossible not to leave any bone residue.
As a result, there was really nothing in the fire.
There was only a pile of unburnt firewood left.
Kiusha was so frightened that he ran towards the stables rolling and crawling.
Not even the sword is needed.
He casually grabbed a horse and galloped away in the direction he came from.
Along the way, Kiusha didn't dare to stop at all. If it weren't for the fact that riding a horse at night would be tantamount to suicide, Kiusha wished he could spend the night on horseback.
This is an era of gods, monsters, evil spirits...
He had never seen one himself, but he had heard of evil spirits seeking their lives.
What happened since yesterday is really weird.
Apart from evil spirits, he really couldn't find any other reasonable explanation.
Now, he just wants to return to the civilized world as soon as possible.
Even if you are not a warlock or a demon hunter, you still know a common sense: evil spirits will not appear in places where people gather.
In this way, after spending several days, he finally left Blue Mountains smoothly by following the marks left when he came, and came to a village outside the Blue Mountains.
Kiusha didn't care about the conditions of the village, so he knocked on the door of the village elder's room.
The village elder who was disturbed originally looked impatient.
But when he saw Kiusha standing outside the door, wearing a set of chain armor and holding a horse, the disturbed anger dissipated instantly.
Having seen the world, his knowledge is naturally different from that of a farmer.
People who dress like this are definitely not people like them that they can mess with.
Yes, that's right.
Even in this village, the village elder is already as big as the sky.
But in front of real people, they are no different from ordinary people.
What's more, the chain armor he is wearing has the coat of arms of Kaedwen embroidered on him, so he must be a noble knight.
"Sir, you..."
The village elder quickly smiled.
However, before he could say the flattering words, Kiusha took out a few coins from his clothes and threw them towards him.
"I have requisitioned your room and prepared bath water and food for me. I am starving."
The village elders didn't take Kiusha's condescending attitude seriously. Which of these people is not such a scornful person? What can be done? I can't just forgive him like a father.