C647 Farewell to the Irishman

It was a moonless night.

Everything was quiet and still, except for the rustling of the leaves and the cold wind blowing past.

In the depths of a quiet mountain, there was a simple and crude looking house. The interior of the house was crackling with reeds, and two figures could be seen through the paper-like window.

"Isn't that a good idea?" The man's voice sounded