Baron Cullen

The setting sun eventually sank into the distant mountains and forests.

Night fell like a giant curtain, slowly enveloping Blackwood Village.

The village lights were scattered here and there, and it was even quieter than during the day; even the barking of dogs could hardly be heard.

Only the rustling sound of the wind blowing through the woods sounded exceptionally clear.

The seventh squad found a relatively open space on the edge of the village, backed by several large trees, to rest temporarily.

Tyron remained expressionless, ignoring Karen and the others, and sat alone a little distance away from them.

After resting with his eyes closed for a while, Karen slowly opened them and activated the mysterious runes deep within his right eye.

In his vision, the thin, veil-like dark haze of the daytime had indeed become thicker as night fell!

A layer of extremely distinct mist, like a silent tide, slowly flowed through every corner of the village.

As if drawn by some force, they were gradually converging on the western edge of the village, near the forest.

"This village is definitely suspicious at night!" Karen thought to herself.

He glanced at the other team members.

Jack was sitting on the ground, idly chewing on grass roots; Kelly was wiping her weapons as usual; Allen was leaning against a tree trunk, pretending to doze off; and Maria was flipping through the magic book she carried with her.

As for Tyronn…

Ok?

Where are the Terrans?

Karen glanced around and suddenly realized that Tyron, who had been sitting not far away just moments before, had vanished!

"Where's the captain?" he asked.

Jack looked up and around, bewildered. "Huh? Wasn't the captain just here...? Did he go to the restroom?"

Kelly frowned as well; she had been busy wiping her weapon and hadn't noticed.

But her intuition, coupled with the deep darkness of the night, made her feel vaguely uneasy.

Thinking of this, she said, "If that's the case, then he's been gone for a rather long time..."

Ellen and Maria, standing to the side, remained silent.

However, a hint of worry flashed in both of their eyes.

...

Meanwhile, behind a relatively dense thicket of bushes at the western end of the village, Tyron was indeed taking care of his personal needs.

He walked under a tree, cursing and swearing, and while unzipping his pants, he muttered curses under his breath at all the team members, including Karen:

"Damn noble brat! And those idiots like Jack!"

"Wait until we get back to the city, then I'll see how I deal with you!"

Just as he was muttering to himself, a faint sob drifted over on the wind.

Tyron paused, raising his head warily.

The sound of crying?

On a night like this?

He fastened his trousers, instinctively pressed his hand on the hilt of his sword at his waist, and quietly crept over following the sound.

Walk through a small patch of bushes.

He saw a figure squatting on the ground next to a dilapidated wooden house standing alone on the edge of the village, his shoulders shrugging slightly.

By the dim moonlight, Tyron could see that it was a woman.

The woman wore coarse cloth dresses, but they couldn't hide her slender figure.

Her hair was a little messy and she was facing away from her, so her face was not clearly visible.

But from the faint sobs, it was clear that she was a young woman.

Tyron's wariness was instantly replaced by another emotion.

His lecherous tendencies have resurfaced.

He quickly tidied his hair and clothes, trying to make his voice sound gentle: "Madam, it's so late... why are you crying here all alone?"

Did someone upset you?

The woman seemed startled, and suddenly raised her head, revealing a face streaked with tears.

She wasn't exactly beautiful, but she had delicate features, especially her large eyes that were glistening with tears in the moonlight, making her look exceptionally charming.

Her collar seemed to have come undone from her earlier sobbing, revealing her fair neck and a patch of snow-white skin on her chest.

"Who...who are you?!"

The woman asked timidly, her voice choked with sobs, like a frightened fawn.

When Tyron saw her like this, his heart warmed even more.

He stepped forward, revealed his Order Keeper badge, and said in an extremely gentle tone, "Don't be afraid, I am the captain of the seventh Order Keeper squad in Breathless City, my name is Tyron Benjamin."

Are you from this village? Have you encountered any difficulties?

Tell me, I'll help you, don't be afraid.

His words were full of seduction and self-righteous charm, and he deliberately emphasized his identity as captain.

The woman looked at the badge on his chest, seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, but her tears fell even more fiercely: "So it's Lord Order Keeper, I...I'm Ella, a widow..."

My dear husband went hunting in the mountains several months ago and hasn't come back...

"It's so hard for me to live alone! Today... today even the last bit of food in the house was eaten by rats..."

She began to sob softly again, her body trembling slightly, her thin clothes outlining her alluring curves.

Tyron swallowed hard as he looked at Ella's slender waist and full breasts.

He never expected that the poor young woman in front of him would be a widow living alone!

This made his filthy thoughts even more active.

As he drew closer, he could almost smell a faint scent of wild roses emanating from the other person.

"Oh, madam, you're such a pitiful person..." Tyron sighed insincerely, reaching out to pat Ella's shoulder. "If you don't mind, I can lend you my shoulder."

And if you need anything, just tell me and I'll help you.

Ella seemed a little shy and turned slightly to avoid Tyron's hand.

But turning to the side made her profile even more captivating in the dim moonlight.

She looked up at Tyren with teary eyes, a barely perceptible glint in them: "Really...really? Lord Tyren...you really want to help me?"

"Of course! I'm the squad leader of the Order Keepers! I keep my word!" Tyron patted his chest, his gaze involuntarily drifting towards the other's open collar. "Look how windy it is here, how about... we go inside and sit for a while?"

You can tell me in detail what you need, and I'll be able to help you better.

As he spoke, he began to fantasize about some filthy scenes.

A blush immediately rose on Ella's face. She lowered her head shyly, her voice barely a whisper: "Okay... alright, then... thank you for your trouble, sir..."

My home... is right there...

She pointed to the dilapidated wooden house not far away, got up first, and walked gracefully towards the house. Her swaying waist led her steps, making her look very charming.

Upon seeing this, Tyron was overjoyed, feeling fortunate to have stayed in the village that night.

Otherwise, how could he have encountered such a good thing?

Without the slightest hesitation, he eagerly followed, completely forgetting about Karen and the others, as well as the mission.

But what he didn't notice was that Ella, who was walking ahead, had a cold and eerie smile on her lips, and a bloodthirsty dark red glint in her eyes.

Just as Tyron was about to follow Ella into the dimly lit cabin, shouts from Karen and the others suddenly came from behind:

"Captain! Captain Tyronn! Where are you?"