In the misty early morning, the autumn rain was as fine as silk.
In the depth of Maplewood Valley, 74 shadowy figures flew past in a blink of an eye.
After having gotten out of the wood, they divided into seven groups with six groups of twelve while the seventh only having two and went forward in different directions.
Out of the wood, horses were ready. Everyone mounted his horse and rode off at a gallop. Soon, they disappeared out of Maplewood Valley.
On the top of the mountain which was on the right side of Maplewood Valley, standing against the wind, two old men with long beards gazed into the distance. After having calmly seen the 74 shadowy figures disappear before their eyes, they seemed to be lost in thought with slight eagerness and anxiety on their faces.
It was understood th
