"Be careful!"

James knew that Constance would not pay attention to this sentence, but after taking an axe from the orc warrior, James turned his head and gritted his teeth and said.

With eyes and tears in his eyes, Constance took a few steps back, but the orcs drew closer.

Under the crisis situation at that time, James had no time to use magic to attack the orcs behind him to achieve the effect of reducing damage, so he could only rely on the barely agile reflexes he had trained in the past few days of training, holding the handle of the axe with his hand, and then kneeling directly under the pressure of the huge force.

Constance stood not far behind James, perhaps because of the orcs, perhaps because of her mental confusion, and she had not been away from it for long before she immediately ran back again.

"......"

James only felt a surge of blood in his brain, and with the power of fear in his heart, he condensed a simple magic power in his hand in the interval between the orc attacks, and then released it without thinking.

A huge explosion from the release of mana took place right in front of him. Not only was the orc shocked back more than ten meters, but James was also injured by the shock wave and spat blood from his mouth on the spot, and fell into the grass not far away.

He lay on the ground, desperately trying to stand up, but the weakness caused by the rest immediately after training quickly took over his whole body, and the impact just now almost broke his bones inch by inch. He couldn't straighten up anymore.

Constance took a few steps back from the shockwave, sat on the ground, stared at his ignorant and confused eyes, looked around, and then looked at James. The colorful flowers in her hair all fell lightly to the ground.

Constance cried, crying and desperately trying to save the broken flowers that had fallen to the ground.

The orcs had recovered from the explosion and moved closer to each other, while Constance was still counting the flowers that had fallen to the ground.

James followed his bloodied and broken right hand, feeling the pain gradually deepen from the wrist of his right hand, and he had been numbing half of his body. He looked feebly at Constance, who was not far away, and a nameless anger suddenly appeared in his chest.

"Don't ......," he squeezed out the words from between his teeth, which kept bleeding, "Stay close to her......"

The surging magic surged in James's heart, setting off a monstrous wave. He didn't use any staff, nor did he use his own body, he just used his mind to lock on to the orc closest to Constance, frantically squeezed the power out of his body, and then condensed a fireball the size of a bowl in the air dozens of meters away from him.

As soon as James's eyes moved, the fireball rushed towards the orc's body.

The orcs let out a terrified roar, and the orc at the front was unsurprisingly engulfed in flames, but the main part of the fireball had already landed on the ground behind it.

"Boom!"

A huge explosion sounded in the woods, and in an instant the four orcs who had not had time to escape were either covered in blood or burst into flames, rolling on the ground a few times before falling silent.

And James won't be repeating the mistakes he just made on himself. Using only his mind and magic, he built a transparent magical barrier between Constance and where the explosive fireball landed. Constance on the other side of the barrier felt only a breeze blowing, ruffling his hair and the flowers on the ground. Seeing that the flowers that had been collected again were blown away like this again, she was completely stunned, and her tears fell like no money.

The remaining orcs didn't see James, who was covered by the grass, and thought they had met some strong man, so they fled in a hurry, ignoring the surviving orc teammates.

James fell not far away, the blood splattered from his right hand, which was so blown up that he couldn't bear to look at it, was gradually absorbed by the dirt, and he could even feel the warmth of the blood flowing through his right face. A smell of blood came, James hated the smell no matter what, and there was no way to move his body to avoid it at this moment.

"You're the robber......"

James seemed to hear Constance muttering in his ear. But in the blurred vision, Constance still crouched there crying as he smoothed the folds of his skirt with his hands.

No way......

James felt like he was going to pass out.

I have to leave......

It's weird. There were also a few houses scattered on the other side of the river, and it was impossible for the orcs to get so close even if they sent out scouts. Sergeant Damac would send men to patrol this area every day, and the orcs would never send a large army to attack it. And the orc team just now obviously didn't come here for sightseeing, if it weren't for themselves, maybe they would have broken into the barracks to cause chaos......

It's lunch time.

A flash of terror flashed through James's mind, temporarily obscuring the pain all over his body.

Even if there were less than ten members of that orc team, they could be caught off guard when the people in the barracks were defenseless. Even if it can't eliminate most of Damac's living forces, it can create chaos and shake the morale of the military.

What's more, there may be many such teams, approaching the back gate of Kingsbridge from all directions.

They're in danger, and I have to tell Damac......

James tried again for a moment, but still couldn't control his body to sit up. Although he had some strength to support his movement at this moment, this little bit of support was not able to lift his body as if it had been filled with lead.

You're not going to die here, are you......

James shook his head, trying to get rid of the thought, but the word death still lingered in his heart. By the end of the day, he had realized that he could not move a single inch on his own, and he was skeptical of the hope of life.

He turned his head and looked at his arm, which was still bleeding large streams of blood, and felt that he had not played any important role in this life except that of a coward. Going to the mines to save the Whitewater team, and saving Constance twice, was one of the few things he had done in his life that he had never regretted.

No, the world has given me too many warnings......

To save Whitewater, James was not injured, but lost a friend forever. The first time he saved Constance, God made him accept a punishment that befell him - not to be trusted, extremely not to be trusted. It wasn't until he saved Constance for the second time that James didn't realize it. Well, now, death, the word death, has become the only thing in this world worthy of James's crime.

Thinking so, he degraded himself to nothing in his heart, saying that he was stupid and simple, that he could not see through the basic ways of behaving in the world, and that he did not know how to survive anywhere except a small village. Thinking about it, he actually felt relieved, as if after understanding his own stupidity, this stupidity has become not so difficult to accept.

James gave up struggling. He just wanted to forget everything now and feel ethereal quietly. He wanted to forget the method of using the explosive fireball he had learned from Garnod the other day, he wanted to forget all the secrets he had learned in Storm Fortress, he wanted to forget all the bad or good memories of his childhood, and he wanted to forget all the people he had been in contact with.

Memories have been churned into a pulp. James's desire to survive was even stronger than the desire to forget, as if even if he hadn't died, everything would be gone.

"Flower ......"

He had an itchy sensation on his face.

James looked to the side with all his strength, and Constance was kneeling in front of him, a finger caressing his cheek.

"Flower ......"

She said as she ostentatiously held up a few small blue flowers she had picked. Constance still had deep tears in the corners of his eyes, but the innocence of the smile on his face could not be concealed.

"Well, flower ......"

James replied softly.

Would a stupid person understand what such a thing as death is?

James said secretly in his heart.

"You're the robber......" she said, "you took my flower ......"

"Well, I'm ......"

Not long ago, in full view of Kingsbridge, Constance said the same to everyone. At that time, she hugged her mother, her face was terrified, and she did not hide the hatred for James in her eyes. He couldn't fathom why, after only a few days, Constance had forgotten all of these things, except that he was a so-called robber.

"Flower ......"

Maybe a crazy person doesn't understand any of this at all.

"Do you know what its name is?"

"It'......" Constance held the bouquet in his arms, bent his back a little, and squinted his eyes, his eyes falling on the sky, revealing an innocent look. "It's Mom's Favorite ......"

Margaret......

"Why?"

James could already clearly feel his consciousness blurring. The life force flowed out of his body with the blood, and he was no longer willing to ask for too much.

"Mom used to buy this flower, boil it in a vat, and make it into red water...... "Constance snorted. "There's also a red flower...... Mom loves both ......."

Alchemist...... He remembered the identity of Margaret, a kingsbridge alchemist of repute capable of making all sorts of potions. Constance's so-called red water must be the kind of light healing potion that smells bad.

Oh, yes...... It's also interesting to learn about that...... At least when I die, I will be able to understand the world better......

"Do you like it?" Constance pursed his lips and shook his body, not paying any attention to the large pool of red blood and his weak eyes.

"Flower ......"

James repeated.

"Well, it's the flower ......"

"Love ......"

James barely managed to squeeze out a smile.

"Really!?" Constance stood up with a smile, then placed a blue flower on his chest, and hummed a little tune, "I'll send you flowers, and if you like it, I'll give it to you every day, okay?"

"Good ......"

James used the last shred of strength in his body to control this last shallow consciousness, and said this sentence gently.

Figures flickered, night had fallen, and strange visions were quickly shattered.

James sank into the ground like a ball of iron that had been thrown down. There is no light, let alone shadow. There is no space, so you are everywhere, and there is no time, so you are eternal. He comprehended something that one would never have realized while one was alive.

When he opened his eyes, he heard the gentle sound of the waves crashing against the shore.