Become a knight starting with synthesized entries.

At the lively bonfire party, the usually quiet town of Lorton was packed with people, who curiously observed all sorts of novel things that could only be seen once a year.

Men and women, dressed in brightly colored gowns, danced around the campfire, their eyes burning with a desire more intense than the flames themselves.

The soldiers also leaned against the tavern windowsill, getting completely drunk.

A group of militiamen squeezed through the crowd at an inopportune moment.

Jiali straightened his chest, coughed, and attracted the attention of many people.

"I heard there were bandits around during the party, but don't worry! With me, Jia Li, here, nothing will happen."

The pedestrians did not stop walking, their gazes filled with impatience.

This made Jally somewhat embarrassed.

After a pause, confirming that Roan still hadn't given any orders, Jalley took a deep breath and roared:

"Disband!"

The militiamen began to disperse in an orderly manner and head to their designated patrol areas.

They gazed at the lively bonfire and muttered, "How lively! It's a pity we can't see it this year; we have to guard the streets."

"Come on, I'm guarding the alley, there's nothing there but dog poop." It was Dugan who spoke.

"Hey, keep your voice down. We'll be fine once Mr. Levi is back."

"..."

Luo An walked to the street by himself. He shook his body and switched the pitchfork from his right shoulder to his left.

I glanced at the lively bonfire party, and next to it were boxes full of fireworks.

This world is so strange, there are even fireworks.

As Luo An was about to leave, he suddenly looked up.

"It's getting foggy."

"I wonder if the fireworks here will still be able to be set off because of the dampness."

As he pondered this, Luo An began his patrol as usual.

...

The lively party reached its climax.

Hundreds of people danced wildly in the town center square.

Luo An's nerves were becoming increasingly tense.

Until the moon is at its zenith.

The church bells rang.

Midnight has passed.

The fog also became thicker.

The fog obstructed the view, soaked through people's expensive clothes, and caused many to sneeze.

The crowd was somewhat disappointed. This year's harvest season was ending earlier than usual, and it was time to call it a day.

Luo An yawned.

My anxiety eased a little.

The entire bonfire party was very quiet.

"It's good that you're alright..." Luo An didn't show much emotion, but instead breathed a sigh of relief.

Tonight's work is easier than usual.

However, while some people lament that their jobs are easy, others are certainly suffering.

Just then, a scream suddenly came from not far away, and disappeared in an instant.

"They're here?!" Without hesitation, Luo An turned and rushed towards the direction of the sound.

Dugan staggered down the street and couldn't help but let out a drunken burp.

"Hiccup~ These idiots, I told them it was nothing, but they believed the short guy and not me."

Luckily, I'm smart; I made up an excuse to go drinking.

"Hiccup." Dugan swayed as he unfastened his leather armor. He felt hot all over and the urge to urinate was rising.

He staggered to a deserted alley and took off his belt.

Splash, splash.

Mingming felt a wave of dizziness, and the image that appeared in her mind was Luo An's calm face.

"Hiccup~ Wait until tomorrow, when Levi comes back, I'll tell on you. You wretched brat."

After cursing a few times, Du Gan sobered up a bit, put on his pants, and suddenly realized something was wrong.

He urinated for a long time, but the sound of water kept coming.

Looking down, he suddenly realized that his wrist was gone.

Large amounts of blood were pumped out like water, staining the wall in front of them red.

Dugan was horrified as a sharp pain shot through him.

"ah--!!?"

The shout lasted only a moment before a pair of hands pressed tightly against his mouth, and at the same time, a knife was held to his neck.

"Don't move."

Dugan nodded hurriedly, struggling to see who it was, but was punched hard and fell down on a slippery patch of water.

"Dare to shout, and you will die." Pigu's voice was utterly calm.

Compared to the excruciating pain, his life was more important. Dugan nodded repeatedly, his body trembling uncontrollably.

At this moment, he was filled with regret, realizing he shouldn't have ignored Luo An's advice.

But it was too late to regret it.

After waiting for a while, Piggu waved for his men to bandage Dugan's hand wound.

It wasn't out of good intentions.

This is simply to maximize Dugan's value.

"Call everyone else over."

Who are you calling? Dugan's face turned even paler as images of militiamen flashed through his mind. Those guys were no different from him; they ran away even faster than him when trouble came.

There was only one person, Luo An. The short guy.

Dugan swallowed hard. At this moment, he actually thought of Luo An.

Luo An patrols, and his location is not fixed. If you are lucky enough to encounter Luo An, there may still be hope.

But why would Luo An help him?

"Dugam!! Are you over there?"

Suddenly, the thick fog at the end of the alley churned, and a figure stood in the fog, shouting loudly.

The cult members immediately went on alert, drawing daggers, axes, and longswords, hiding in the darkness, and signaling to Dugan to speak.

Dugan was practically bursting with joy inside, and he whispered a shout.

"Lord Luo An, over here, I'm here. Come quickly."

The shadowy figure was about to leave when it heard the sound and turned around. It took a step and walked ten paces away from Dugan.

"Why aren't you saying anything? How's the patrol going? Didn't we say not to get separated from others?"

"..."

"If Luo An blames you, I can't really say anything." The dark figure emerged from the thick fog; it was Jia Li.

"Jarley!" Dugan breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing this, but before he could speak, a dagger was pressed against his throat.

"Let him come over."

Dugan quickly said, "Jiali, come here quickly, I'm injured."

"Injured... I only smelled alcohol. You went drinking again."

Jiali grumbled a few words and was about to step forward when he suddenly stopped. Days of patrolling had made him more vigilant. Sensing something was wrong, he shouted:

"come out!"

Five cultists emerged from the shadows and subtly surrounded Jally.

Jalley was not afraid at all; on the contrary, he was somewhat excited.

They're just a few bandits; if he catches them, all the credit will be his.

He drew his longsword and shouted, "Release Dugan, surrender immediately, and I might spare your lives."

The next moment, Jali's smile froze.

Pigu emerged from the darkness, holding a long knife in one hand and supporting Dugan, whose wrist had been severed, with the other.

Dugan's bloodshot eyes were fixed on Jalli. He grinned, a twisted, ferocious smile spreading across his face.

"Jarley, help me."

Clang.

The longsword in Jali's hand fell to the ground, and his body trembled slightly.

He is afraid of blood.

It wasn't just that Dugan was afraid of blood; his blood-soaked wrists and pale face were also arousing Jalli.

This was completely different from what he had expected.

If he's not careful, he could end up like Dugan.

"Help, help!" Jiali turned around abruptly and ran into the thick fog.

This sudden turn of events caused the cult members to simultaneously curl their lip in disapproval.

This bunch of stupid militiamen are only good for this much, yet they dare to obstruct them.

Before Piggu could speak, they immediately gave chase; they had to keep Jalley quiet.

After turning the corner of the alley, Jia Li's figure disappeared completely.

But in the corner, there was a shivering burlap.

"Hmph. This militiaman." The cultists sneered, slowly stepped forward, surrounded the burlap sack, and raised their long knives.

"Hey! No peeing here!"