The Dark King

The night is coming.

One ride the Snow Lions out of the boulder fence and walk straight on the wilderness along the official road.

"The handover of the outer wall area has been taken care of. You only need to appoint when you go." Francis grabbed the snow lion's hair and said to Du Dean while shaking briskly: "If you don't want to reveal your current identity, wait until Put masks on the giant wall."

Du Dian looked at the front silently, the path of the wilderness quickly retreated in his sight, he knew that there would be no chance to enter the inner wall area until his identity was seen, or the use value was lost, and the inner wall area When a chess piece is abandoned.

Silent along the way.

A few hours later, the crowd walked through the wilderness in half of the inner wall area and came to the front of the high wall. On the way, they met several monsters that were moving near the official road.

Du Dean put on the mask that Francis had given him, and rode the snow lion to the high wall.

Francis stepped forward to say hello to the two weak soldiers at the door. The two soldiers cooperated with each other and pulled the valve together to open the passage.Francis left a saint to answer here, and led Du Dean through the passage. At this moment, the night was deep, and it was around ten o'clock in the evening. Even in the prosperous area, it was time for curfew.

Francis made his way through the car, and took Du Dean to the suburbs.

Du Di'an breathed the moist air in the wilderness, feeling his body relaxed for a while, as if the fish had returned to the sea.

After more than an hour, Francis took Dudian to a small town on the outskirts of the business district. The town was already very dark, and all households had turned off the lights to sleep. Most of the residents in the suburbs were civilians. For them, burning oil lamps overnight is a luxury for them.

Francis tied the snow lion to a big tree outside the town and said, "Let's go in."

Du Dian narrowed his eyes slightly and tied the sitting snow lion to the tree next to him, followed him into the town.

The style of the night is too big, blowing into the streets of the town, whispering, such as the cry of a wraith, the people in the town have long been asleep, the cold wind accompanies Du Dean and Francis, rolling on the street far away, setting off The leaves are scattered.

After Francis entered the town, he walked around and looked around. He seemed to be looking for something. After a while, his eyes suddenly locked on a more remote house. This house was quite shabby, not much different from the house next to it, but Du Dean noticed that Francis's eyes were first attracted by a string of dried fish hanging on the house. He moved his heart and gazed at the dried fish. He suddenly found that this dried fish was not an ordinary river fish but a winter. Rare black water fish.

There are many black spots on the body of the blackwater fish. They live on eating other small fish and usually live in sludge. It is difficult to catch and fish.

He took a deep look and turned to look inside the house. The sight of heat suddenly saw four very high heat figures under the humble house. Two were sleeping in the bedroom and two were in the house. One of them stood in the basement.

As he looked around, Francis walked to the door of this house with dried blackwater fish and knocked lightly.

The two figures sleeping in the bedroom of the house suddenly raised their heads, including the two under the house, and looked up.

Soon, there was a figure in the bedroom, a faint dim light lit up in the room, the latch behind the door was opened, the door slowly cracked a gap, revealing an old face, and looking at Francis up and down , Wondering: "Are you?"

Francis whispered: "Eternal life in darkness!"

The old man's pupils shrunk and he was relieved, and immediately pulled the door slightly open. His previously drowsy eyes flashed cleverly, turning left and right, glancing around, noting that Du Dean, who was wearing a mask behind, whispered: "come on in."

Francis stepped in, and Du Dean followed.

The old man waited for the two to enter, put his head out of the door, and looked around. When he saw the night, no one noticed. Then he took the door gently and locked it again.

At this time, another old woman in the bedroom also came out and saluted Francis respectfully: "Have seen the messenger!"

Francis nodded slightly and said, "What about Kribi?"

The old man who closed the door came and said, "Elder Kribi is below. Please let me be with the angel." He said, holding the oil lamp in his hand and leading the way to the basement, lighting the oil lamp on the wall of the basement.

This basement is a wine cellar, very spacious, at the moment there are two figures standing, one old and one young, as if waiting.

When he saw the old man, Francis smiled slightly and said, "Elder Kribi."

The old man glanced at his dress and whispered: "Please ask the envoy to show the medal."

Francis turned over and took out his saint's medal and handed it out.

The old man glanced at him, nodded his head, handed it back to him, and glanced at Du Dean next to him, saying: "This is the new elder Yao who is here to take over, it seems that he is not very young."

Francis said with a smile: "You don't need to worry about this. I will ask Elder Kribi to hand it over as soon as possible. I will take you back tonight."

Kribi nodded slightly and said to Du Dean: "I have informed the Presbyterian Church about the handover, and I have received a promise. You just need to report it, and give yourself a code name. Our dark church is commensurate with the code name. In addition, Let me introduce it to you. This is my assistant, Hawkeye. In the early stage, he will help you understand your position and the dark church. When you no longer need him, I hope you can place him well."

Speaking, pointing to the youth next to him.

Du Dian glanced at the young man. The other party did not wear a mask, but had a pure golden hair, extremely handsome, gentle expression, polite appearance, but with a bit of evil in his eyes.

"Hello." Du Dean adjusted his voice, and it was easy for him to control his throat knot to change his voice.

"Eagle's eyes have seen elders." The youth nodded with a smile.

Francis said: "Since that is the case, I will leave the rest to you. I will wait for you here. Please come back before four in the morning."

Kribi nodded, took a mask out of his robe and put it on, said to Du Dean: "Then let's go, take you to the headquarters where you will serve in the future, let everyone know you."

Du Di'an nodded slightly.

Kribi immediately went away with Francis and took Du Dean and the'Eagle Eye' youth upstairs to leave. The old man opened the door of the house for him and respectfully saluted until the three disappeared into the night. The face seemed to pierce a smile in the night and closed the door.