The cold wind in the middle of the night was not cold, but it had a wet breath, as if the mist had merged into the wind, adding a bit of gloom to the night.

In the dark silence, Alan stood quietly at the window alone, not conspicuous. Only a slight moonlight could vaguely illuminate his body.

It seems that because of the existence of the [Blind Fight] expertise, Allen is very familiar with such darkness, and even, it can be said to be enjoyable.

It has been enhanced to a stage where it is not his, nor the perception that the silver level can achieve has quietly spread, and a omniscient net of heaven and earth has been woven in the air.

The night wind wandering around, the weak sound of the trunks and branches rubbing the leaves, and the scent of the wet and cold air in the air, all of this made Allen obsessed with him, and he drew an image completely different from that of ordinary visual exploration.

At this moment, Allen only felt like he was split into two people. On the one hand, his spirit was hanging high in his heart, like a mirror hanging high, calm and indifferent, like the eternal way of heaven, watching the ever-changing world and changing forever.

On the other hand, his five senses, which lacked vision, are adjusting his state to the theoretical limit, capturing all the breath in the air, and extracting what he needs from this fragmented information.

These two are one side, and they are parallel and not contrary. He can not only clearly perceive the reflection of his heart lake to the outside world, but also collect information from a rational perspective to draw results.

This feeling was something Alan rarely experienced before.

After all, although Alan was able to do this before, human beings’ natural reliance on the five senses and their instinctive weight on observation still made him less likely to do this level.

And now, because of eyes, Allen can "see" the world well.

The eye sockets wrapped in white gauze are still a little hollow, with only two roughly spherical objects nurturing.

The eyelids had not been raised, but just as Alan looked into the distance, there seemed to be a flash of thunder, making the dark and dull courtyard bright for a moment.

Even though this moment is extremely short, it is like an illusion.

"Let me see what this mouse is."

Allen raised his head slightly, and silently recited in his heart as if he was sighing.

The terrifying perception extends silently and expands towards the target direction.

Although, due to Allen's personal reasons, if you cover Allen's entire perception with uniformity, it is only about one mile at most, which is much different from the simple radius of ten kilometers in its heyday.

But even so, it is enough under the current situation.

What's more, in order to make himself "see" clearly, Allen also focused on extending his perception in a fixed direction.

In this case, if Alan cannot make accurate and accurate observations.

That can only be said that the other party is cheating.

At least, it must be the power of the golden level to do this.

However, there should be no such level in the current Dilno City.

"Um?"

As if he had seen something extremely surprising, Allen couldn't help but exhaled.

The right hand that was behind him suddenly clenched, as if he had held the hilt of the knife.

"call."

I let out a long breath and my five fingers behind me opened and closed silently, as if I was eased by the huge pressure in my heart.

【If Austin knew about this, it would probably be very uncomfortable.】

Thinking of this, Allen looked to Austin next door, with the complexity in his eyes that even he could not express it clearly.

【No, it’s not the end yet, maybe it’s a misunderstanding.】

While shook his head, he thought as comforted.

However, even Alan himself understood how powerless this comfort was.

While his mind was in agitation and the waves were surging in his heart, Allen still maintained his observations of the distance and paid attention to the future development of things.

...

In the quiet darkness, the cold night wind swept by, fiddling with the shadows of the trees.

The old tree roots are like a rising dragon. Under the moonlight, it looks increasingly gloomy and ghostly, like a wandering ghost, showing its existence with its teeth and claws.

The rustling sound also became terrifying and shrill in such a situation.

It was like the cry of a night owl, which made people's scalp numb.

Da da da da da!

And in this quiet and dead environment, a footstep sounded so light that it was reduced by spells and fainted to the extreme, breaking the silence here and bringing a little lively vitality.

Of course, this sound is too weak, even for the Black Iron Level and even some newer Silver Level powerhouses.

Therefore, in the eyes of most people, this terrifying silence and darkness is naturally the same as before.

Unfortunately, neither Alan and Renard were watching here in the distance, nor Raham, who were not far away, were the majority.

"It's so late, what is Mr. Abbott doing here?"

Suddenly, a sound appeared in silence, making people tremble in their hearts, as if they were about to scare their hearts to burst.

The owner of the footsteps seemed to be shocked by the sudden change, and his footsteps were slightly undetectable. He gently tapped the ground, as if he was considering whether to continue or leave.

However, this pause was too short after all, and even Raham didn't notice it.

Because Reinard is still far from strength to Raham, he naturally didn't notice it.

Alan could have discovered it, but in the end it was because the distance was a little farther, so he didn't notice it.

But this is nothing. When it reaches this level, as long as there is no error in general, then there is no problem with the details.

At some point, Raham had arrived at this secluded remote corner that was regarded as a storage warehouse.

His figure is hidden in the shadows, making people unable to see clearly.

But his ordinary face, like a passerby, was exposed to the moonlight when he opened his mouth, and shone clearly.

He looked at Abbott quietly, looking at the other party's clothing style that was very different from the usual housekeeper's clothing, and that kind of simple dress that looked like a wanderer, but he did not rush to urge him, but leaned against the wall as if he had seen nothing, as if he was waiting for something.

However, Abbott did not let Rahamdo wait for half a breath, or even shorter time.

"Oh, it turns out to be Minister Raham."

Although Raham's appearance caused him a great impact, Abbott adjusted himself in a very short time.

With the help of that short, almost non-stop pause, and this almost universal word at this moment, Abbott was ready to deal with the scene in front of him.

However, this has a slightly rough template explanation, and it is useless before he can say it.

"Mr. Abbott is coming here alone so late, what's the point?"

Raham thrust his waist and exerted his core force. His back, which was originally leaning against the wall, naturally stood up, and he stood up straight.

And this battle also made the scene with an already weird atmosphere even more unpredictable.

In terms of height, when Raham leaned against the wall before, there was actually not much difference now, but the momentum was the difference between heaven and earth.

If Raham had been like a casual and casual gentleman, Raham now had a terrifying aura that was comparable to his Minister of Justice.

The kind of superior who holds great power and lives and kills are based on the spirit of the superior.

After being interrupted by Raham, Abbott's originally thought of a rhetoric could not help but stumble in his throat. He then barely said it.

"It's a coincidence that before I fell asleep, I suddenly thought of this place and was worried about what went wrong here, so I came to check it out at this time."

Abbott's eyes were slightly lowered, his eyelids were drooping, his back was facing the moonlight, his face was blurry like a phantom of flowing light, and he couldn't see clearly in this mottled spot. But his tone was still as normal, without any strangeness.

Even Raham appreciates this mentality.

Therefore, he was very proud of his face and did not expose it directly, but continued to play with great harmony.

"So, Mr. Abbott's outfit is also for the convenience of movement."

"Yes." It seemed that there was no slight joke in Raham's tone, and Abbott's tone was a little smile.

"It seems like it can be explained by the past." Raham stepped forward and walked towards Abbott's position, his pace was even and very slow.

But in Abbott's ears, the footsteps were as heavy as a tremendous amount.

"However, Mr. Abbott explains why he chose to come here alone, and he didn't tell anyone?"

Indeed, as Abbott said, even if he really came here late at night on a whim and checked for any problems or accidents, he should at least say hello to others.

I don’t ask him to bring others to give me a family bucket, but I also want to inform others.

Otherwise, even if he disappears, it will take a long time to know.

And by then, you will really miss the golden rescue time.

As an old man from the Augustus family, a powerful manager who has experienced strong storms and helped two generations of heads of the family, how could he have thought of this problem?

Moreover, in Raham's perception, there is still a "Abbott" who is quietly staying in his room.

Silence, short silence.

At this moment, it seemed that only the whistling of the wind and the stroking of the leaves remained.

Abbott's face was filled with brilliance, leaping like neon lights.

"Ha." After a long time, he suddenly laughed at himself. The light and shadow on Abbott's face, which was mottled by strange angles, disappeared, and replaced by a full face of loss.

He still looked the same, but his original flying spirit was already lonely. Once his spirit was gone, there was no dazzling light on Abbott's face, only a little depressed dusk aura remained.
To be continued...