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The coachman spoke harshly quickly, and seeing that Windlow agreed to his request, he took over the donkey cart and took good care of it.

But to his complete surprise, just one week later, this pair of men and women completed the feat of returning to the Principality of Paraon from the Gray Mountains.

Next to the two men, a completely white sacred creature was strolling leisurely on the city's road.

The holy light of the creature made every passerby present marvel at such a beautiful creature.

"Instead of finding a Pegasus, I encountered a unicorn."

Windlow looked dirty, but the thing following him was a unicorn.

This is the most sacred creature in all of Bretonnia.

The groom looked at Wendlow and Mousse again.

It is said that only pure people can ride unicorns. Could it be that these two have been...

Regardless of whether it is pure or not, the only person in the whole of Bretonnia who can make a unicorn obey the will of humans and walk with them is the agent of the Lady of the Lake, the Fairy of the Lake.

Moreover, unicorns are the most spiritual creatures and will only actively approach people with magical powers.

"I won't charge you for guarding the donkey cart, but can you tell me how you captured the unicorn?"

Windlow also shrugged and told him one by one what he encountered in the Gray Mountains.

The Principality of Paraon is a city built on mountains. As long as you leave the city with the great plains and walk a little to the east, you will enter the land of the Gray Mountains.

He looked at the map of Bretonnia in his hand, then threw it directly to the ground.

The markings on the map were completely wrong. The place where Pegasus was produced was not a towering mountain range, but a lost castle.

Windlow walked slowly toward the castle, trying to decipher the time and meaning of its existence from the stones and style.

However, he found that even the knight's emblem no longer existed in this castle, and it seemed to be a completely abandoned land.

This made Mousse very happy. What the dark elves liked most were the ruins of various cities. As long as they went in to look for treasures, the trip would definitely be worthwhile.

In addition, the collapsed stones at the entrance and the weeds that have not been taken care of for more than ten years also prove that no one has ever been here.

With great force, bricks flew everywhere. He placed a wooden stick against the huge rock at the entrance of the castle. With a little force, the internal structure of the entire castle also revealed the basic layout of the entire castle.

From the castle tower to the castle defenses, and the rooms where servants lived, it was all complete, and it was clear that it was the land of a wealthy kingdom of knights in the past.

In addition, this place is rarely visited, so if it is properly taken care of, it may become a new choice for Windlow and Mousse to spend the winter.

Mousse slowly pushed open the wooden door of the ancient castle, and as fresh air flowed in, dust flew all over the sky.

Just as Windlo was about to light the oil lamp beside him to fill the entire space with light, Mousse reached out to stop the man's next move and then pointed to the ground.

A trail of footprints, left not long ago, extended all the way from the castle gate, moving forward in the dust and disappearing at the end of the dark castle.

"Someone has been here before. We are definitely not the first ones to arrive."

Mousse's voice suddenly became very low, and then he stood on tiptoe, stepped on the footprints, and went deeper into the castle step by step.

And Windlow, who lacks the ability to stealth and infiltrate, can only stay at the gate of the castle.

Mousse walked slowly forward. As an elf, she had the best eyesight and saw at the end of the castle in the darkness, a spiral staircase leading to the underground.

Things were getting weirder and weirder, so she had to correct her judgment when she first arrived at the castle.

This is not an abandoned castle, but a base occupied by other forces.

At this time, Windlow also walked in stepping on a large bundle of vines, which disguised his footprints very well.

Under Mousse's instructions, he of course saw such a road deep underground.

At this time, the dark elf's face was full of excitement. She knew that the money earned from trading was more stable and more, but no dark elf would refuse the opportunity to rob others.

People like this who hide in the basement are usually wild wizards who devote themselves to learning magic, and they just happen to have a wizard nemesis by their side.

If there were any enemy that used physical attacks, Mousse believed that he could easily deal with it.

The black magic wind on the door lock was slightly jumping, but there was no need to worry about it. As long as Windlo stretched out his hand slightly, he could completely absorb the magic wind for his own use.

After losing the restraint of magic, the door leading to the underground space was slowly pushed open by Mousse. Walking down the stairs, the two finally reached the underground space of the entire castle.

"Potions, scrolls, and skulls. It looks like we have found the Necromancer's secret laboratory."

Windlow had traveled to Sylvania once and recognized the special uses of these special tools.

He also collected all the gold coins on the table and the bowls, chopsticks and wine glasses made of other precious metals, without missing a single one.

The two arrived at just the right time. The entire secret laboratory was empty, but from the various experimental instruments and animal corpses still dripping with blood, it could be seen that the necromancer living here had just left not far away.

They took advantage of the opportunity to steal as much as they could, and anything valuable ended up in their backpacks.

If all the various alchemical materials could be sold, the wealth would at least reach 5 gold coins.

Just as they were looking around for some valuable treasures for the last time and were about to leave this secret laboratory, a roar came from the end of the underground space.

Wendlow had already packed up all his belongings and was ready to escape the same way he came, but Mousse held him back. She was very familiar with this voice.

For the dark elves who are experts in torture, what they like most is the wailing and begging for mercy from their prey.

The more painful the howl, the more it will arouse the interest of the dark elves.

Based on the habit engraved in his blood, Mousse accurately heard that the roar coming from the corner was not a warning, but a cry of pain.

A creature, in pain, not threatening in the slightest.

When the two approached, they found that there was a white horse imprisoned in a cage in the corner. The unique horns on its head further indicated the identity of this creature.

"Unicorns! It is said that their horns can create a small magical vortex, which can guide the magical winds around."

According to the records of the elves, the unicorn's whorl-filled horn is the best magic conductor.

Moreover, this human-like beast immediately noticed the arrival of Mousse. When it sensed the murderous aura emanating from the dark elf in front of it, the unicorn stopped neighing and took a few steps back in fear.

But when it sensed Windlow's presence, it immediately made a whimpering sound from its mouth, like a girl waiting to be rescued.

At the same time, footsteps were heard one after another from inside the castle upstairs, and the door leading to the basement was pushed open by something with brute force.

The sound of footsteps came from above one after another. The necromancers from the secret laboratory came back at the right time.