Valley of the Dead, Camp.
In the tent, Viscount Carson was practicing the Knight's secret manual.
At this moment, he seemed to have sensed something. He suddenly opened his eyes and looked at the shadow in the corner of the tent. "Who's there!?"
"Who's there!?"
As he spoke, he vigilantly grabbed the cross sword on the side.
Although there was only an empty shadow, the Knight's five senses clearly told him that there was something there, but he could not see it.
"It's me!" A soft voice sounded.
In the shadow, a figure quietly appeared. He had a black cloak, black hair, and a dark red greatsword behind him. It was Heath.
Viscount Carson's pupils contracted slightly.
"It's you!"
Heath looked at Viscount Carson. "Why? Are you surprised to see me, Viscount?"
Hearing this, Viscount Carson realized that he had lost his composure.
He quickly covered it up and said, "Ha... you misunderstand, Sir Wizard."
