The main prince, Gaunt, had a well-proportioned figure, a thin face, and bronze skin that could not hide his handsome appearance. His long black hair fell down from both sides of his cheeks, and the ends were tied with ropes. If you didn't look closely, it was hard to tell whether he was a man or a woman.
"Kalande." Seeing the halo, Gunter squinted his eyes at first, and when he got used to the firelight, he immediately said: "You make it very difficult for me."
"This tent is thickened, your highness."
The man he called Kalande - an old man wearing a cloth robe inside and leather armor outside, a somewhat weird combination, bowed his head to him.
“You don’t have to worry about the light here passing on.”
Gaunt narrowed his eyes and looked at his right hand.
That was Callander's hand holding the match.
Even now when he bowed his head to him, that hand did not drop down, still holding high the match, faithfully carrying out its mission as a "light stand".
Gunter didn't speak, and Callander didn't look up, maintaining his posture motionless.
Finally, the match was about to burn out.
The bottom of the flame had already touched his fingers. Gaunt tilted his head and looked at Callander carefully, and found that he was still keeping his head down and saying nothing.
With another "hiss", the flame was blew out by Gunter.
"Okay, Callander."
His voice was heard again in the darkness.
"I know you are testing me on behalf of my mother. Go back and tell her that I am living very well here and I don't miss home at all."
"I will convey the news to my master truthfully." Kalande said humbly.
"Besides, your highness, the tea is getting cold."
"If you had been serving me all these years, I would not have been able to hold on."
The sound of drinking water was also heard at the same time.
"Your Highness, you are joking." Kalande followed closely, "Among the princes of this generation, apart from you, only His Highness Naris can coordinate the ashes. This is enough to show how strong His Highness's will is."
"Naris... the Third Division..."
Gaunt sighed, and a rough, sturdy, and heroic figure emerged in his mind.
"Naris is the commander of the Third Division. I can't compare with him."
He shook his head in the darkness.
He was not intentionally belittling himself, but he believed so from the bottom of his heart.
The Ash Legion is mysterious.
Even for some great nobles, most of them had only heard of the legend of this army and had never seen them on any occasion.
This is all because of the strange traditions of the Ash Legion.
Never appear in the sun unless necessary.
They are the dark side of darkness, the shadow of shadow. The entire army, from top to bottom, must adapt to fighting in pitch-black darkness.
All royal bloodlines, regardless of their origin, had to serve here for three years. When he first came to the Second Division, Gunter thought he was going crazy because he couldn't understand why there was an army in the world that would torture him in such a variety of ways.
Not only does it require training to fight in the dark, but it also requires absolute silence.
From this perspective, the fact that he was able to hold on for three years and finally become the deputy commander of a division can be considered outstanding.
But he is nothing compared to his elder brother, Naris, who is also the eldest prince.
Naris was not actually much older than him, but he had already completely taken control of the 3rd Division long before he entered service.
Although the Third Division has fewer people than the Second Division, and its combat effectiveness and equipment are slightly behind due to its new establishment, its authority completely surpasses that of any other royal descendant, and it is the true right-hand man of the royal family.
Compared to him, Gunter thought he was not good enough.
"Well, Callander, you brought the tea and I drank it. I think it's about time for you to go back."
He actually knew what his mother meant by sending people to visit him repeatedly, but he had no intention of doing so at all.
He was used to the darkness.
Ask him to return to the embrace of light, or even go a step further and try to control it, but he can't do it.
He has already set a goal for the rest of his life, which is to emulate Naris and completely control the Second Division.
Being self-aware does not mean being self-deprecating, but he is also arrogant.
He just wanted to compete with Naris to see who would be his father's strongest helper in twenty years.
"Your Highness." Kalande paused.
"Master also asked me to consult you about the current mission objectives of the Second Division."
"With her channels, does she need to ask me this question?"
Gaunt found it very strange that he was interrupted so rudely.
He thought for a moment and continued, "For the Seed of Destruction."
"Father suspected that some of the Seeds of Destruction were hiding in this town. He should have sent the secret police to investigate and deal with them. Our Second Division's current mission is just to raid the enemy camp."
"Just a raid?"
"It is."
Gaunt shook his head slightly in the darkness.
"We have people in town who can send messages at any time."
"If the guys he sends mess up, the Second Division will destroy the place."
"I understand."
Callander didn't care whether Gunter could see it or not, and still bowed to him respectfully.
"I will tell the master the news truthfully."
"Your Highness, I hope you can return safely."
What does it mean to return safely?
Gunter was stunned, not understanding what he meant.
"Kalande?"
He called out again.
no respond.
He reached out to touch the place where Kalande had been sitting before, but found nothing.
"Just as weird as appearing in a tent."
Gaunt frowned, suddenly feeling that something was wrong.
He immediately stood up, walked out of the tent, and ran quickly towards the general's tent.
Chapter 27: Evil Seed
Sheena's House, El Nak.
On the third floor, Hitzfeld followed Xia Yibing into the room. When he saw the empty corner, his face changed and he raised his hand and fired a shot at the closet.
This frightened Hem, who came in later. He shuddered violently, stared at the gray-haired girl with wide eyes, and showed an exaggerated expression as if he really knew her for the first time.
Zafira was also a little surprised, but soon, this surprise turned into praise.
"Not bad," he said, "but still a little indecisive."
As he spoke, he also raised his pistol and pulled the trigger repeatedly at the cabinet.
"boom!"
"boom!"
"boom!"
Only when the magazine was empty and the frightened old Sig collapsed to the ground did he retract the gun and blew a breath: "All angles must be blocked."
"She might not have fired only one shot because she was indecisive." Xia Yibing shook her head.
She noticed that Hitzfeld glanced at the windowsill while firing - she originally wanted to continue shooting, but after seeing half a shoe print on the windowsill, she stopped her intention to empty the magazine.
A group of people quickly searched the room, and Fair Lawrence was not in the closet.
Instead, there were footprints on the windowsill... When the curtains were completely opened, everyone could clearly see the completely twisted metal railings outside the window.
"This is impossible..." Hem leaned on the windowsill and checked carefully, "This is the third floor... and he is just a mortal..."
"From the moment we decided to kill him, he was no longer a mortal." Ethan pushed the magazine out with a cold face, checked that it was indeed full of bullets, and then pushed it in again, making a crisp sound.
"Very good, this way we won't have any psychological burden."
"Wait! Wait!" Old Sig ran in tremblingly, "Inspectors! Are you mistaken? Mr. Lawrence doesn't look like a vicious person!"
"Do you want to be a vicious person? Sometimes things don't go according to your will." Zafira laughed at him, "There are many people who are cursed by evil spirits. When they kill people, do they really want to do so?"
"Evil spirit?" Old Sig was stunned. He had obviously heard about the horror of these monsters. "You mean... Mr. Lawrence was cursed by an evil spirit?"
"No mortal has the ability to bend these metal railings." Xia Yibing pointed to the window with her chin.
"What's more, this is the third floor. He was able to escape by climbing over the wall after bending the railing. This is enough to prove that he is the real monster!"
"Then...then what should we do..."
Old Sig was horrified.
The town of Elnak is close to the port of Wayne. Usually, there are military, police, and religious members nearby. The security situation in the town has never been bad since he can remember. This is the first time he has faced evil spirits up close.
"The town has been surrounded. He can't escape far." Hitzfeld was not in a hurry, but she still...deliberately gave the woman a consulting look.
Knowing that the royal family did not trust her, it was impossible for Sarah VII and the Mechanical Yang Cult to place all their hopes on her.
The Second Division of the Ash Legion is their backup. If Team 17's operation fails, what awaits the town of Elnak will be the roar of artillery fire, and it will be razed to the ground before the next sunrise.
It wasn't doubt - she was sure that was what the cruel king would arrange.
So time is very important. The Second Division cannot easily launch an attack on the town. There must be a limit.
"You can guess it." Xia Yibing took a deep breath and continued, "We only have one eternal night."
It was around 6am when we got off the train.
Hitzfeld immediately began to calculate in his mind.
It is now 7:, and the eternal night will not end completely until the sun rises on Monday morning. In addition, it is an ice moon, the longest period of darkness in the year, so there is a grace period of hours no matter how you calculate it.
Fair Lawrence, who has been confirmed as the Seed of Destruction, must be found within twenty-four hours.
Either stabilize and control him, or just shoot him dead.
If that wasn't done - and she believed the Second Division had access to the town's situation - then everyone in the town would be buried with Fair before Monday morning.
Of course, they are included.
The others soon realized this as well, and the atmosphere in the room became extremely heavy.
Especially Helm, he and Pippen were only trainee agents. They never expected that they would face the risk of being buried with their loved ones when they performed a formal mission for the second time in their lives.
"Here comes the problem." He looked at the others.
"A town of 6000 people... not big, but not small either!"
"It's dark again! Eternal night! Most residents are staying at home and don't want to come out! If he just finds an empty house to hide in, do we have to search every room?"
This definitely won't work.
The efficiency is too low.
Hitzfeld shook his head inwardly.
They don't have a lot of manpower... Even though the team commanded by Agent Anmi is very large, with at least 500 secret police temporarily under his command, these people cannot be moved.
Because their task is to guard the entrances and exits of the town and to tightly block the town from all directions.
This is a death mission. Only if they hold on and make sure that Fair Lawrence cannot escape, based on this condition, the pursuit will be meaningful.
After excluding these people, the number of people who can be withdrawn to cooperate in the pursuit may be less than 50.
