At night, the silent hills are like giants standing in the wilderness, gazing at the night, and the swaying trees are like sneaking ghosts.


    In the woodland, the crackling campfire, like a flame falling on the black curtain, burned the darkness through an orange red hole.


    "Who the hell are you?"


    Tearing off a piece of roasted golden rabbit meat, milt turned to look at the knight.


    They ran all the way from morning to night. They didn''t dare to stop at all except peeing. Therefore, until now, he had the opportunity to ask his most curious questions.


    "Do you want wine?" the knight leaned against the tree trunk and shook the wine bag in his hand with a relaxed smile on his face.


    "You shouldn''t have drunk wine for a long time. This is the wine produced by Shanghe. It''s called Knight - it''s a good thing."


    The campfire shone, and the silver armor glowed orange. Looking at the wine bag hanging in the air, milt hesitated a little, inserted the rabbit meat in his hand at his feet, stretched out his hand, took it, and then looked up and took a big sip.


    "Cough, cough! Cough..."


    A violent cough broke the silence around, and milt quickly spit out the wine in his mouth.


    "Is this really wine?" he asked in horror.


    "You are a waste." the knight took the wine bag and said with a smile, "don''t worry. I didn''t save you to poison you in the wilderness. The wine in this wine bag is worth a gold coin!"


    Staring at each other''s wriggling Adam''s apple, milt asked again, "who the hell are you? Why save me? Where are we going?"


    "My God, as a fugitive, you have so many problems. Now you should wolf down your food, or sing a little song to celebrate your escape from the dungeon. Just be grateful to me."


    "At least I should know your name," said milt earnestly. "After all, you are my Savior. I can''t call you a groom or use" you "instead."


    "Why, are you going to repay me in the future?" the knight smiled. "Telmi, you can call me telmi."


    "Telmi? It''s obviously a pseudonym!" milt stressed. This is to say his name upside down.


    "What, is your real name or pseudonym important to you?"


    The knight raised his mouth and leaned against the tree like lying in a comfortable soft chair.


    "But you saved me after all. It''s a great kindness!" milt stared into his eyes, looking very sincere. It seems that if he can''t know his true identity, he will have an uneasy conscience all his life.


    "Mr. stinky dog - do you mind if I call you that?"


    Milt shook his head and said calmly, "in the castle, I think it''s a good name now, which can make people remember deeply."


    "It''s a deep hatred," said the knight with a smile. "Mr. stinky dog, life in the dungeon has made you smarter. Do you really want to thank me? Or do you want to chat and get something useful?"


    "It''s not me who saved you, it''s gold coins! I''m just entrusted. As long as I send you safely, my task will be completed. Therefore, you don''t need to know my identity, and I don''t have a" name "like that. If you don''t mind, you can call me smelly dog knight."


    Milt didn''t refute. He really wanted to know some useful information.


    "Who are you entrusted to send me to?"


    "Mr. stinky dog, why are you so anxious? You will know your destination sooner or later. No matter who wants to save you, is there anything worse than the dungeon in campesburg or the dung truck this morning?"


    Milt was silent. Indeed, there is nothing worse than a dungeon and a smelly dog.


    "Are you entrusted only by some people, or only by gold coins? Knight telmi."


    Looking at milt, the knight suddenly showed an evil smile. Under the reflection of the campfire, the smiling face was like a devil''s face slowly extending into the candlelight from the darkness.


    "Take it."


    A gold coin was thrown out of his hand, and milt subconsciously reached for it.


    "Mr. stinky dog, if one day you feel that someone''s death needs your help, and you can''t do anything, you can take this gold coin to the tavern in big town and buy a cup of wine called" time is not yet here. "


    Milt did not return to his mind. Hearing the other party''s words, he immediately looked down at the gold coins in his hand. The size of the gold coin is similar to that of ordinary gold coins, but on both sides of the gold coin, the patterns of the sun and stars are no longer cast, but two skeleton rams with long horns.


    Looking at the gold coins in his hand, milt couldn''t help breathing, as if he suddenly fell into the ice cave, and the bonfire beside him began to send out a biting chill.


    "You... You are death." his voice trembled.


    At this moment, he suddenly remembered an old horror legend.


    On the dark wasteland, there is a demon with an oil lamp and a sheep head. He will lend a helping hand to the lost traveler. If you express your gratitude to him, he will give you a ram gold coin.


    This gold coin is the mark of the God of death. Whoever uses the gold coin will return his soul to the God of death. For thousands of years, no one, whether king or beggar, is exception - whoever takes human life will pay the same price.


    Looking at the frightened milt, the knight suddenly sat up and asked slowly, "Mr. stinky dog, are you still afraid of death?"


    Leaning back and looking at the smiling face reflected by the campfire, milt was afraid that it would suddenly melt and become a skeleton sheep''s head.


    "Answer me, Mr. stinky dog," urged the knight.


    "No, I''m not afraid." milt subconsciously replied, but then he immediately raised his voice. "I''m not afraid of death, but I don''t want to die! I have to avenge the Barrett family and kill telosi."


    The knight smiled and stared at him, raised his right hand to his ear, a gesture to tear off his face.


    "Everything dies -"


    Milt clubbed his hands, and a voice in his heart urged him to look away, but fear and curiosity fixed his head like magic.


    The face belonging to the youth was taken off. In the light of the fire, a long horned skeleton sheep''s head and several huge red worms like earthworms were drilled back and forth between the empty eyes and nostrils.


    His voice became deep and hoarse, like a voice squeezed out of his throat before he died.


    "- people are no exception. When time comes, death comes."


    Looking at the pale bones in front of him, milt trembled. There was no stone wall to rely on in the dark wilderness. He had nowhere to escape.


    "You... You said you wouldn''t kill me. You were entrusted and you took the gold coin." the trembling voice begged with a trace, "you said you would send me to my destination safely, you said..."


    The devil raised his arm. Under milt''s gaze, the young man''s face was put on the campfire. Suddenly, a dazzling white light came up, and milt subconsciously raised his hand to cover his eyes.


    When he recovered and withdrew his arm like a convulsion, the ram demon had disappeared. The young knight still leaned safely against the tree trunk with a wine bag in his hand, as if nothing had happened.


    "You seem to have had a nightmare." the knight looked at him with a smile. "Do you need some wine to calm down?"


    "Nightmare?" looking at the wine bag handed over by the other party, milt looked a little trance and asked carefully, "excuse me, just... Did you sit still just now?"


    He had clearly seen the other party move in front of him and pull off his face.


    "Why?" joked the knight, "in your nightmare, did I fly to the top of the tree?"


    "No, no!"


    Milt quickly took over the wine bag from the other party. When he was about to take a sip with his head up, he suddenly felt that he seemed to hold something in his left hand.


    He spread out his palm and saw a gold coin with a skull and sheep''s head lying in it.


    "This is a gift for you..."