The rain hit the front of the hood, depressing the thickened fabric edge. The cold air can not be blocked, with the horse running in the hip, the gap flows into the gap between clothes and body. Hill doesn''t like long trips, especially on horseback. Even among Dementors, she has passed the age of being called a girl. Now, as the leader of the whole group, she prefers to deal with various affairs in dim halls. However, she could not decide what to do now. Since she served the witch in red, the Dementor leader could not disobey her wayward master. Besides, Hill didn''t resist the trip because she had a mysterious travelling companion.
"Have you shaved off your beard?" The woman doctor glanced at the man riding beside him. He looked like he was forty or fifty years old. His iron gray beard was only one knuckle long, which in the eyes of ordinary people would certainly think that he was growing a beard, but Hill, who had seen him before, used the word "scrape".
Roland raised his eyebrows and raised the corners of his mouth. He touched his chin and felt the slight pain of the hard beard irritating his skin. "It''s a pity, but beards are not suitable for riding. The last time I did this, they got stuck in a gap in the saddle, and believe me, it was a disaster At this time, the old man, oh no, maybe the word "old man" is no longer applicable to him. The magician at this time did not wear the iconic big hat, he left it in Wangdu.
Hill was amused. For Roland''s change, the female doctor is not surprised. She has long known that Roland''s real age has exceeded the limit of human life span through the talent of Dementors. At the same time, she also sees that there is no sign of aging in the soul of the latter, which means that if Roland wants to, he can at least live twice as long. The Dementors believe that there is always a lot to gain from being with the elderly. They respect the traces of time on the soul and call it wisdom.
Looking at the doctor''s smile, Roland was silent for a few seconds. "You shouldn''t always wear that mask. If I''m a hundred years younger, I''m afraid I''ll fall in love with you because of this smile."
Yes, Hill didn''t wear the iconic crow mask at this time, revealing a face that was not beautiful enough. If there is something unsatisfying about this face, it is that her expression is always cold and rigid. In addition to the smile just now, it makes people think that she is still alive. Otherwise, the pale skin and the hidden blood vessels below may make people think that she is some kind of living corpse.
"Thank you for your advice, but I''m used to that face. Besides, you know, this face and that mask are the same thing to us Dementors, in essence, are a group of half spirit creatures. Their flesh and blood bodies are just their temporary housing shells, which can be changed according to their needs. This makes most Dementors not accustomed to maintaining their fleshy bodies, leaving them to rot. But the Edwards'' body, carefully embalmed, can last a long time, just like the one hill now uses. She has been attached to her admiral for nearly a decade and still has a vivid appearance.
Roland shrugged and agreed with hill. For normal people, it''s incredible to talk to Dementors, a creepy existence. The heroes who have been praised for a while shudder at the way these demisaplings exist. But for the magician, he has experienced enough time for him to treat most creatures equally. In his opinion, the existence of Dementors is no more incredible than that of human beings.
"Where are we?" Although he knew his destination very well, the magician was not familiar with the geography of Cang lion, which was another reason why he accepted hill as his companion. He needs a guide. Although they try to look casual when they are on their way, they both know that time is not on their side and there is no chance of getting lost. They had to catch up with the main force before the coalition arrived in Valley City, although Hill didn''t know why Roland was doing it.
The doctor looked around with lifeless eyes. The fast and fast riding did not affect her to see the surrounding scenery. She simply determined the direction and compared it with the map in her brain. "We should have reached the edge of the royal domain. There should be a town not far ahead to take a break and get some supplies. " Dementors certainly don''t need to eat human food. In fact, they can stay up for years, but Roland is a human. Besides, their mounts also need rest and food.
The magician nodded. His body is much stronger than before, but it takes time for the body to recover. Roland plans to restore his physical fitness to about 30 or 40 years old this time, which means that he still needs to drink tea continuously during the journey. Fortunately, he had already made the tea bag before he set out, which could be used by simple brewing.
In passing Town, fading signs stand on the side of the road, dimly visible in the drizzle. Roland slowed down the horse, let the mount close to the signboard, and then turned to look at the distance of the road. The shadows of some buildings piled up one after another, forming a monster like outline in the rain.
"It looks like it''s been a lot of fun lately." The magician refers to a large number of traces on the road. The soft soil road made by rain turns into a muddy swamp after being squeezed. A large number of rut marks are left on it, which is full of gray and black water floating with grass roots.Hill frowned, or she tried to do it, and in Roland''s eyes, her face didn''t move. "It''s not reasonable. Recently, we have not received a large number of material deployment. And it''s still at this time that the rat man has not been exterminated. "
"Let''s go to town and see." Said Roland, shaking the reins gently, let the horses go down the road. The doctor nodded silently, but still looked at the road sign with some anxiety. The Dementor''s keen sixth sense made her feel that something was wrong. But she did not have enough evidence to find the reason for this feeling, and she could only try to be alert in case of any accident.
They moved on for about half an hour, and the town of passers-by appeared in front of them. Between the two birch pillars was a town name brand made of cheap metal, and underneath was a noose, under which was a dead rat man''s body.
Roland''s face was not good-looking. He looked up at the corpse on his head when he passed by. Because of the rain, he could not quickly determine the time of death of the rat man. "Master." Just then Hill gently reminded Roland that Roland saw the large number of caravans parked on the main road of the town. It seemed that the ruts on the road before had come from them. What''s interesting is that the magician didn''t see any insignia on the carriage to identify the motorcade. There were only empty holes where the signs should have been nailed. Some people didn''t want to reveal the origin of the motorcade.
"Let''s find a place where we can''t wet the tobacco to stay out of the rain." Roland pulled at the top of his hood and said.
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