"Is this a secret decree from His Majesty the King? Is he secretly assigning me another exorcism mission?"
His voice was so loud that the attendants in the carriage and the driver in front of the carriage could not help but lower their heads even more, and at the same time secretly complained to the winged guardian god in their hearts.
Is this something they can really listen to?
"Don't play tricks on me, Eldred. You know exactly what I'm trying to say."
Eldred raised his eyebrows and smiled very gentlemanly. "I'd like to hear more about it."
Tiana took another deep breath at his affected demeanor, which eventually turned into a cold snort. "Hmph, you've already overstepped your authority and disrespected His Majesty twice today. I don't want you to drag the Crown Guard family into this."
He was slightly startled, then his smile grew even brighter. "Oh, my dear wife, you can rest assured. The Demon Hunters' Society is independent of politics and the military. Although I have married into the Mianwei family, everything I do only represents myself. Moreover...
Eldred looked Tiana up and down. "Don't you, my dear, still have the king?"
“…”
Tiana was silent for a moment, a dangerous glint in her eyes, but Eldred didn't care at all.
"Will you come home with me?"
"snort."
With a final cold snort, Tiana turned and left, heading back towards the palace.
Seeing that she was unwilling to take care of herself, Eldred did not react much. He just sat back in his seat. The smile on his face disappeared instantly, and turned into a cold look, without any sign of being drunk.
"Sir, where are we going next?" the driver's voice came. "Straight back?"
Eldred was silent for a moment, looking at the silver crescent moon outside the car window, "The same place."
…
…
On a quiet night, on a remote and dark road, a horse-drawn carriage passed slowly and gently.
"Just stop here, you guys wait here, I'll be back soon."
Eldred, dressed in a black robe, got off a carriage that was obviously not from the Crownguard family and handed a round bronze badge with three raised bumps on the outer ring to the coachman.
"If a patrolling guard comes to question you, just do as I taught you before. Don't say a word, just show this badge."
The driver, who had also changed his clothes, nodded and said, "I understand, I understand..."
And the servant who was supposed to accompany him disappeared.
Eldred smiled at him, patted his arm, then took a purse from his waist and threw it into his arms. "I like you very much."
"Thank you, sir, thank you, sir!"
"Hush..." Eldred made a hushed gesture to the excited driver. "Work hard, and I'll definitely promote you in the future."
After saying this, he put on the hood of his black cloak and blended into the dark alley with almost no light.
The sound of tapping footsteps echoed in the dark alley.
Eldred counted his steps carefully, then stood still, turned left, took two steps along the wall, and reached out to knock rhythmically on the wooden window.
After a while, with the teeth-grinding sound of the door hinge turning, a dim candlelight not far away dispelled the darkness of the alley.
Eldred moved quickly, walking quickly over and descending the steep stone steps.
This is a not very spacious underground house. Things inside the house are in a mess and there is a faint smell of dampness and decay.
The person who opened the door for Eldred was an old man with white hair and a hunched body.
He was dressed in old and shabby clothes, leaning on a cane, and his hands, which had been exposed to violence, had long been as dry as dead tree bark, with wrinkles and age spots all over them.
There are many people in Xiongdu who live in poor conditions.
Although such old men are rare, there are still individual cases in Demacia, where the overall living and technological level is only that of the Middle Ages.
At the same time, it would also be a good disguise...
"No one is following you?"
The old man's voice was just like his appearance, like a candle in the wind, and his throat was hoarse and crackled as if there was a piece of phlegm stuck in it.
"No." Eldred responded indifferently, "Are they all here?"
"I've been waiting for you."
The old man bent down under the oil-stained wooden table and stretched out his arms, then touched a bulge on the marble wall and pressed hard.
With the sound of iron chains rattling, a wall of this small underground room opened like a door, revealing a narrow and claustrophobic passage at the back.
Eldred didn't hesitate and strode in.
After a long journey, the view in front of him suddenly became clear.
At the same time, a familiar yet slightly cold middle-aged female voice entered his ears: "You are late, Eldred."
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