After walking down the steps, the road ahead becomes flat, but it feels doubly dangerous. After all, it is located in the center of the passage. If there is any big trouble, it will be a dilemma, and there will be no defense.

However, looking at Ellevig's cautious yet leisurely look, Thrall shook his head in amusement. These are human beings, creatures who know the danger but still enjoy it. Sometimes, they seem to be more powerful than nobles like himself, and they are even invisible to people, or abnormal.

"Be careful!" Suddenly, Ellervig was pushed out two steps, and Sal had turned around to face behind him, waving his hand down, and a bloody thing fell down, rolled gurglingly, and finally stopped in front of Ellervig's feet.

"Ah~" Ellevig bent down and looked down, and was frightened to take two steps back, because that thing turned out to be a human head, and it was still the familiar person. She had served them wine just now, but now it turned out to be like this, with a ferocious face, eyes that couldn't get away from the burst eye frames, and the torn lips were still stained with dark blood, as if she wanted to say something.

"Enel?" Sal glanced ahead and looked back at Enel. As a result, there was no one behind Ellevig. He couldn't help shouting, "Enel?"

"I think she should go to the front!" Ellevig looked at the way he came, shook his head, turned and walked forward.

"Impossible." Sal knew Enel very well, and it was impossible for her to leave them and move forward alone, unless something happened. But what happened, or who could take Enel away in front of him without making a sound?

"Then where did you say she went?" It's not that Ellevig doesn't believe Sal, but the problem now is that if you can't determine where she's going, you can't be sure what to do next. Should you continue moving forward or go back? If you go back, what kind of scene will there be there, with heads flying around, blood all over the ground, or the sound of killing and screaming?

"Let's go back!" Sal glanced at the empty front, turned around and walked back the way he came. Although he was worried about Enel, he just felt that he should go back to that tavern. Everything could only be explained in that tavern, so he did not hesitate.

"Then Enel..." Ellevig wanted to say something, but Sal had already walked away. He had to shut up obediently and hurriedly followed. After all, if he lost Sal again, he would be the next one to lose his head. This was not fun, and it was not what he wanted to see.

"She will be fine." Sal believed, always believed, because her power, her specialness, her mystery, and her position in his heart had made her a god-like existence. Maybe the word god is not appropriate, but in Sal's heart, she was a goddess, the goddess he wanted, but is the goddess really so easy to get?

As a result, one year, two years, five years and ten years later, he was still him, a nobleman, and she was still her, another nobleman. They lived together, but they always had an unclear relationship that could not be separated or entangled.

"Are you so sure?" Ellevig was just curious and joking. Although he had not seen the power of these two nobles, he could see their problems clearly, so when he discovered that Enel was not there, he concluded that Thrall would fly forward, but the result was beyond his expectation.

"She is strong enough to handle everything." Isn't she the one who completes every mission? No matter how dangerous it is, she will come back, to that home, to the table, to the food he has prepared, so he has complete confidence in her strength.

"Including you?" Ellevig curled his lips and asked strangely.

"I..." Sal was stunned and slowed down for a moment, but he continued to move forward and climbed the steps. In front of him was the tavern, and the strong smell of blood was already stimulating his taste.

"Do I want to go in too?" When he came to the door, Sal paused and looked back at Ellerweg. His hand was already pushing towards the doorknob. Ellerweger said hesitantly.

"If you like, you can stay here." Sal would not force it, but when he suddenly turned his head and looked at the dark passage behind him, blood flashed in his eyes. Ellevig had already entered the tavern without any hesitation.

"Here..." But he just stepped into the tavern, but he didn't dare to take another step.

"Nothing." Sal closed the door, turned around and sighed in confusion.

"Where have they gone?" Ellevig asked curiously. There was no trace of blood on the floor and walls. The tables, chairs and benches were also intact, but the nobles and humans where they were originally were gone. It was like the building was empty.