A canary's unique white-headed feathered falcon fell in front of the main entrance of the city guard station. It scanned the entrance hall. This is a canary's classic architectural style. There are stairs leading to the second floor on both sides. There is a closed wooden door leading to the basement on the side below the stairs. This style of architecture is easy to attack and difficult to defend. Crossbowmen can shoot at the second floor at a high altitude. This advantage is enough for the attacking party to suffer a headache when both sides of the attack and defense are mortals. ←

After confirming that no one noticed itself, the white-headed feathered falcon flew in and landed on the handrail on the second floor. It scanned the corridors on both sides. After confirming that its length was close to the length of the building, it noticed that someone walked towards its white-headed feathered falcon spread its wings and flew out of the hall.

It circled around the air and finally landed on a window sill with a large window on the third floor. It was a very ordinary room. The owner of the room kept his own acre of three-point land very clean and tidy. He was still hanging a sword on the wall, and on the long table beside the window was a large stack of diaries. The white-headed feathered falcon landed beside the diary. It found the oldest book that looked like it opened with its paw and started reading.

‘Becoming a glorious city guard was my childhood dream, and my father was also a city guard until he died in a battle. Now I have taken over my father’s sword, for glory, for Sakalam.’

After turning many pages, I confirmed that the diary should have been written by the diary owner who was a newcomer back then. Baitou Yu Cang Falcon closed the diary, pushed it back on the bookshelf, and then chose a diary close to the middle.

After turning a few pages, the diary had strange content - 'I met those guys in the south of the city today, and these guys blackmailed the caravan again. It's damn. At some point, the city guards of Sakalam actually learned to exploit the business travel... This is not normal. I must tell the Commander Eugen, whom I have always respected, before all this destroys the entire image of Barcelona and Sakalam.'

After turning a few more pages, the diary recorded a brand new content - 'Commander Eugen had no answer to my reaction. He drove me out of the office, and his eyes seemed to be something I did wrong... No, I obviously did nothing wrong. There must be something wrong here.'

Then there was a long daily diary, until the last page of the diary - 'The last time I came back from Commander Eugen, I couldn't understand why this was, why the commander accused this exploitation. Until today I saw the necklace around Mrs Eugen's neck, which seemed to be a beautiful ornament produced by the 'Silent Tirpitz'. It is said that such a custom piece would require thousands of gold coins. Mrs Eugen's invisible show of all this for me today... Commander, your depravity is amazing.'

Baitou Yu Cang Falcon took out several diaries. However, there were no follow-up records. There were only some daily life of the diary owner. Until the fourth book, there was a new content in this diary that had been five years since the last time I recorded the situation - 'I met the city lord today. He asked me about some recent situations about the city guards. I told him what happened to Commander Eugen, and he asked me to go to the city lord's mansion to find him tomorrow. I have been choosing to remain silent for the past five years. But today the goddess of luck obviously smiled at me.'

Then from the next day, the rest of the diary was either filled with blasphemy or full of terrible symbols. The white-headed feathered falcon finally found the only sobering words in the last diary, which was fifty years away.

‘'Silent Tirpitz' was forcibly closed. When Commander Eugen killed the store manager's wife, my will and my body finally merged into one. It was a long and terrible dream. I don't remember what happened when I met the city lord, but the experiences over the past few years made me understand one truth, that is, I must serve the great master for eternity... until eternity.’

At this moment, the white-headed Cangfu heard footsteps sounding in the corridor outside. It stood on the diary shelf. When a middle-aged man in his forties and fifty-year-old pushed open the door, the white-headed Cangfu pushed down the shelf and made the diaries mess up, it spread its wings and flew out of the windowsill amid the screams of the owner of the room.

The white-headed feathered falcon went around and finally returned to the bell tower in the center of the town. It landed on the outstretched hand of a cat.

Retrieve the shared body from Cang Falcon, Marceau took out a piece of jerky meat from his bag and fed it to Cang Falcon in his hand, and then looked north at the cat in the city guards and frowned - there must be a problem. The owner of the room definitely did not look like an old man in his seventies. If this is a gift obtained after faith in someone after eternity, Marceau can be sure that the person he believes in is definitely an evil god.

This old man was not able to delay aging because he received any gifts. The evil god only slowed down the speed of this aging. In the end, when the learner died, everything, including the soul, would be taken back by the god with all his might and profits.

After reaching out and letting Cang Falcon fly, Marceau walked towards the stairs leading to the bottom of the bell tower, walked along the street after leaving the bell tower. The cat finally stopped in front of a equipment store. Looking at the various leather goods inside, the cat pushed open the door and walked in.

"Welcome to 'This is your skin', a young foreigner, what do you want to buy." Sitting at the counter was a half-elf who looked young. I wonder if this year's Guigen nodded: "I want to customize my equipment and change them to color."

"No problem, our store supports various dyeing, and only ten gold coins are needed for each piece."

Since the price is suitable, Marceau took out his leather armor, matching leather pants and soft-soled leather boots: "Please dye me lead black, and the metal fasteners are anti-reflective."

The city guards' buildings use stone building materials. Although they don't know the situation in the basement, considering that the original soil color was somewhat obvious in the dark, Marceau felt that he could not forcefully lower the enemy and his IQ, so he had to dye it black and deal with the metal buckles to avoid blinding the eyes of some unlucky guys' dogs.

"No problem, give me an hour, and it takes forty gold coins to process the full set of three pieces of equipment."

"Okay, I'll come back in ten minutes to pick it up."

After taking the store manager, he threw the goods sign, took off his leather robe, and wearing a shirt and robe, Masce walked out of the store door and turned to the fabric shop next door.

He opened the door and smiled at Feng Yin who was reading books in the store and nodded: "Wu An, my friend with long ears."

"Ah, Wu'an, friends with long tails, welcome to 'Weaving Everything'. Do you want to buy something?" The wind elf who put away the book also smiled when he saw the cat.

"Yes, I need a pure black shirt and a black eye mask." Marceau said in front of the floor-to-ceiling mirror leaning against the wall in the store.

"Oh, I understand, please allow me to observe silence for your friends." After coming to Marceau, the wind elf measured Marceau's shoulders, arms, ribs and waist with a tape measure. Then he walked to the hanger behind him and took one and handed it to Marceau's hand: "Come on, try this one. The last time a kitten gentleman came to order the goods, but he had not come yet after the pickup period. If you can put it on, I'll give you a 50% discount."

"Last time? What does it mean?" Taking off the original linen 'sack', Marceau turned his head and looked at the elf when he put on his shirt.

"The last time I saw that guest was in the summer of 1805, it's been forty years now. It's been a while, do you think so?" Mr. Elf's sigh forced Marceau to admit that talking about the length of time with a pure blood elf was indeed a stupid idea for other races, so the cat could only smile bitterly and nodded: "Then I want to ask, what material is this shirt made of, after all, you said it's been a few days..."

"Ah, don't worry, this is made of silk from Chang Tang and has been processed with special dyes. It will definitely not be eroded by insects due to changes in time. There is also an endure element attached to it, which will definitely satisfy you." The elf said this and looked at Marceau putting on his shirt: "It's so beautiful, so fitting, just like it was made specifically for you."

"That's right, it's very suitable. How much does this one cost?" Marceau looked at himself in the mirror and was very satisfied - he deserved to be an elf who was born with skill in making.

"Fifty gold coins, I have a pure white shirt here, the same size, buy one free, see what do you think?" the elf asked back.

"No problem." Marceau took out a small stack of bandaged gold coins from his pocket and threw it onto the counter: "Where is the eye mask."

"Give me thirty minutes and you will get a handmade black leather eye mask that only needs two gold coins." said the Wind Elf: "Please believe in my skills, which are definitely in line with your wishes and sizes."
Chapter completed!