In an alley next to the city gate. Several men in white robes were soaked in the rain and blocked one person's way. Their whole bodies were submerged in white robes, and each person's face was also hidden under the hood connected to the white robe. A pair of green eyes, hidden in the darkness within the brim of the hat, scrutinized the person being stopped.
After a few breaths, they walked away with the cold sweat of the person they stopped.
Raindrops fell on the white robe. Penetrates inside, leaving no trace.
They walked in the rain, and the drizzle pattered on the brick road like a mournful bell.
The rainwater flowed on the eaves and slid down to the eaves. A group of people in white clothes stopped.
Not far away, hooligans were gathering under the eaves, laughing and making vulgar remarks. They noticed something strange and frequently looked at the visitors. The laughter stopped, and the leader in white robes raised a piece of parchment from under his robe.
She looked at the name on the parchment and then at the rogue in front of her.
Raindrops fell from the eaves to the ground.
Knife, unsheathed. ..
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
