Looking at Lorton's rugged back, Thor finally breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

The battle is over, it's the best outcome, and if it continues, Thor himself doesn't know what the end will be.

There must be a gain, at least judging from Lotton's attitude when he finally left the field, it should not happen again in the future where those little dog legs repeatedly entangled themselves, and Thor is in a good mood at the moment.

And after today's fight, Saul also has a new understanding of Lorton's personality and character, and unsurprisingly turns to the direction of appreciation.

In the past, I always intuitively thought that Lotton supported that camp, and tried to judge Lotton's personality from the camp structure, but now it seems that it is still too one-sided after all. This requires introspection, Thor thought to himself as he walked.

A small number of people in the open space are leaving one after another, but more people seem to want to pull the lively tail, and still stay in the open space to communicate warmly in groups of three or five.

Today's duel didn't last even half an hourglass, and the crowd around them was obviously still a little unsatisfied.

But the protagonists of the battlefield have left, and the boys can only return to their own discussions. While this battle may not be much to see in the eyes of true connoisseurs, it is enough for them to brag about for a long time.

If you have to compare, Thor's injuries are actually not light, but the injuries are not obvious, while Lotton's bleeding wounds look much more intuitive.

Shogues just clung to this and shamelessly portrayed a barely drawn battle as Saul won, and ended up swindling many people out of their pocket money.

Looking at Xiugus from a distance, who was chatting and laughing with a few girls, Thor had no choice but to turn around and leave silently alone, preparing to go back to the bottom of the well to deal with his injuries.

As he passed through the crowd, Thor saw the Kovier sisters standing in the crowd waving to him.

Erin ran over nervously, looking down and holding Thor in her injured wrist to check it.

"How long have you been here?"

Thor always thought that the duel was a kind of murderous and childish behavior, so he didn't invite the sisters to watch the battle, but maybe the news in the town spread too widely, and they still received the news.

Erin didn't answer, just pouted and looked angry.

Looking at her fair and beautiful neck, Thor scratched his head with his other hand.

"I just don't think it's easy to talk about inviting you to watch me fight. ”

"So you're secretly fighting behind my back?"

Erin raised her head in a pretended stern tone, but there was only concern in her bright eyes.

After a while, Erin suddenly looked in a certain direction, and Thor subconsciously turned his head to follow, just in time to see Rianna slowly leaving the scene surrounded by female companions, and finally looked back meaningfully in this direction.

As Erin was about to withdraw his gaze, Thor quickly turned his gaze to the crowd, pretending to be looking for something.

Strange, why should I stay away?

Damn Shogues!

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"You're not really tempted, are you?" asked a female companion next to him, looking back at Rianna.

Ruianna smiled and shook her head.

Although she was forced to be the center of attention in that kind of crowded occasion, Ruianna was still faintly happy in her heart, after all, she also had some small vanity that girls are used to.

It would be nice if someone was willing to stand up for themselves.

As she grows up, her girlhood is about to be gone, and she may never see such a scene in her life again, Rianna thought with some wistfulness.

In her heart, she didn't despise Thor's orphanage, but she never thought that Thor was anything special.

Whether or not Shogues' pre-war joke represented Saul's own wishes, Rianna preferred to interpret it as a good-natured joke by the boys to set the mood.

Even if it wasn't a joke, Rianna wouldn't take it to heart, and the family wouldn't be able to accept an orphan.

Thinking of her own family, thinking of her marriage to the Agrillton family, Rianna felt a little irritable in her heart.

Not to be too picky, just because it wasn't a choice.

Firth was undoubtedly a calm and brilliant teenager, and after completing three years of study at the convent, he would return to his family to take over the territory and become the de facto ruler of the territory.

From the perspective of the overall situation, this kind of development policy of joining forces is exactly in line with the future interests of his family, but the thought of burying himself to achieve the family's proposition, Ruianna is still a little depressed in her heart.

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This half of the main street in the slum is far less lively than the north side, with only sporadic lights flickering weakly in the darkness on both sides of the street, and pedestrians are sparse.

Ahead of the main entrance of the abbey, Firth paced slowly down the street, the guard Warren silently following him.

"You should get out and about, Warren, and you don't have to be with me all the time. Faith said suddenly.

Warren paused, two steps behind.

With his outstanding martial arts, Warren has gone from being an ordinary member of the Agrlinton family's mass of guards to Faith's personal bodyguard, and he cherishes this opportunity to break away from the ordinary.

If nothing else, the young man he followed in front of him will soon become the new owner of this territory.

In addition to taking care of Feith's safety and daily life, Warren always guards the duty of a guard, but the master-slave relationship between the two has always been a bit rigid and not as harmonious as it seems.

And following behind a teenager who has not yet gone through the rite of passage all day long, Warren is still a little tired of this kind of shadowy escort work in his heart.

Could it be that the young master saw through my mood and began to distance himself from me? Warren felt a little gloomy in his heart.

Not hearing Warren follow, Faith turned back and explained:

"I mean you can use your time to get in touch with a few more people, or walk around town and have a look, even to see what orphans like Thor are doing in the dark, and who's around him. ”

After listening to Feith's words, Warren frowned in his heart.

Even if Thor behaved differently from other orphans due to certain encounters, Warren didn't think that such a small person had any value worthy of attention.

He hoped that Faith could have more contact with some powerful families, and learn more practical management skills while consolidating his future power, so that he could assume the obligations of a lord as soon as possible.

"Young Master, this kind of trivial fact is not worth your energy, my subordinates feel that you should pay more attention to the study of managing the territory, I believe that this is also what the lord expects of you. ”

Warren clenched his fist in his chest and bowed his head slightly to say his exhortation, and as soon as he finished speaking, Feith's cold gaze shot straight at him like a sharp blade, like substance.

"I only need your loyalty, not your advice. ”

Warren knew that what he had just said was indeed a bit overstepping, but he did not avoid Feith's gaze, and still maintained his sincere look.

After staring at each other for a moment, Faith sighed slightly.

"It seems that there is too little communication between us. ”

"I'm turning fourteen in late fall, and this is my second year in Grey Veil, and my first year was wasted with so much time due to plague and famine that I had to return to Newtown to devote myself to the study of managing the territory. ”

"That's what I'm supposed to do, but it's not what I want to do, my real desire is to be a magician. ”

Feith's words made Warren tilt his gaze.

The Sorcerer's Guild has many branches throughout the southern continent, the most recent of which is located in another adjacent territory, and Firth has proven himself to be elemental affinity through the magic apprenticeship trials among them.

This is one of the strong reasons why Fez's second son in the family was able to obtain the right to inherit the liege.

However, although magician is a desirable profession, in Warren's opinion, whether the young master becomes a magician, whether he hides in the attic to study those ancient and esoteric runes, or runs into the wilderness to throw fireballs at monsters, it is not helpful to manage the territory.

"After all, this territory is just a corner of the countryside for the whole continent, don't just stop here, don't you want to go to Odrenza to have a look?"

Feith's sudden words made Warren's heart beat suddenly.

He couldn't help but turn his head again to gaze carefully at the young man beside him who was a head shorter than himself, the heir of the Agrlinton family, the young master who was less than fourteen years old.

It's an age that is easy to despise.

When he was still living in silence, he couldn't imagine that his gaze had seen so far.