With a constant feeling of dizziness in his mind, the mandala opened his eyes and lay on the ground to see the blood-colored sunset falling.

It was wild here, and she judged that she shouldn't lie down in the wild and sleep.

So is it a dream? She closed her eyes again. It's as if you can wake up from a dream with your eyes straightened again. But she was wrong, and when she opened her eyes again, it was still a scene of the sunset.

Little by little, fragmented memories were activated in her mind, and each picture took on bright colors. As time passed, the mandala's pupils gradually regained their brightness.

Taking a deep breath, the mandala smelled the fresh smell of the wilderness, and after careful discernment, she smelled a trace of blood from the sober taste.

The battle was over, and next to the body was a crumbling carriage that had flipped on its side, and the horses did not know where they had gone, and about five or six paces away, the corpses of the horse thieves formed a circle. And he, this guy called Frank...... Leaning on the side wall of the carriage, he covered the wound on his thigh tightly with his hands. Not only his thighs, but also knife wounds all over his body.

Mandala didn't know what could make this rough man's face so calm. In time, it was himself, seeing those shocking scars on the side, looking at the blood that slowly flowed out, and he couldn't help but entangle his heart together.

Seeing that blood was still oozing from the wounds on his arms and thighs, Mandala unconsciously glanced at his body. He was not injured in the slightest.

Looking at Frank's face, which was gradually calming down, Mandala suddenly felt a sense of fear. She was afraid that he would die, and with the bubbling blood, Mandala's inner security was gradually lost.

This guy ...... He...... Why save me?

Why did you block the flying knife for me?

The thought flashed through him, and Mandala immediately got up and walked in front of Frank.

She blocked the sunset in front of Frank, just as Frank had once stood in front of her. The mandala cautiously crouched down, and from the slowly twitching nose, he knew that the man was not dead.

The mandala tried to reach out to hold him out against the slowly flowing blood, but when her hand was about to touch the rich blood red, as if electrocuted, she withdrew her hand again.

Frank's face looked at the mandala in front of him calmly, and the mandala was attracted by his calm gaze. This is not a handsome face, there is no beauty in the eyes of the mandala, and even more so just now, the violent aura that erupted from this face directly frightened her, coupled with the bursts of angry shouts he roared in the battle, which made the mandala's body tremble unconsciously.

After seeing the battle just now, Mandala's heart became very complicated. There were at least seven or eight corpses of horse thieves around, all of whom should have been killed by the man in front of him. Such a horrible murderous unblinking guy made her deeply afraid. In the summer, this man has a grudge against himself...... But at this time, I don't know why...... She didn't want him dead.

Tearing his clothes apart and tearing them into the shape of long strips of cloth, Mandala tried to bandage the wound on his leg, "Don't try it. She said.

It seems that subconsciously, Frank is still pressing the wound,

The mandala looked intently, and saw a white light between his fingers, and the white light was slowly melting into his wound like a liquid. The white light was very faint, hidden in his wind, and the mandala would not find it at all if he didn't look closely.

It's extraordinary power!

Although Mandala didn't understand it, he knew that he couldn't be disturbed at this time. After waiting for more than ten seconds, Frank's hand covering his thigh loosened, hanging limply on his sides like two broken dead branches.

Mandala saw that the wound on his leg was no longer bleeding, and a ten-centimeter-long opening was placed in front of her, and she was stunned for a moment. No! She saw blood slowly seeping out again! At this moment, she suddenly understood the effect of the glimmer of white light just now—it was to stop the bleeding!

But the wound did not heal, and even if the extraordinary force temporarily stopped the penetration of blood, it was impossible to work for a long time.

At this moment, Mandala realized her duty! She immediately wrapped the strip of cloth in her hand around the wound on the other's thigh a few times, and then tied a knot.

After bandaging one leg, she tore another corner of her clothes, and a long strip of cloth appeared in her hand.

The next moment, Frank's other leg was also bandaged by her.

That wasn't enough, she knew Frank had other injuries on his body, especially his back. The picture of blocking the knife has been deeply engraved in Mandala's mind.

After bandaging the wound on his leg, the mandala's shirt had been torn into a crop top.

He must also be bandaged for the wound on his back!

At this time, she didn't hesitate at all, and directly took off the purple coat and silk clothes, revealing the obscene clothes that could only block the key parts inside.

In the afterglow of the autumn sunset, the mandala finally bandaged all the cracks on his body. Her entire outfit had been torn into long strips of cloth, which were now "worn" on Frank's body.

The whole time, Frank was completely expressionless. Even though the mandala accidentally touched his wound and scared the mandala enough, he didn't care at all, and he didn't even frown.

Having done everything he could, Mandala suddenly saw his bright eyes.

For a moment, Mandala felt that his upper body was no different from naked. In an instant, two scarlets flew out of her face, which looked obvious in the afterglow of the setting sun.

The blood that had congealed from the corners of Frank's mouth spread to his jaw, so when he opened his mouth, the blood from the corners of his mouth was also pulling.

"Get out of here. ”

When Mandala heard this, she looked deeply into his eyes, as if she wanted to see the thoughts in her brain through those two pale golden pupils, and stared closely for a few seconds before she avoided his gaze. "Ah, my sisters are still in the carriage," she said, "and I have to wait for them to wake up." ”

Frank tilted his head and suddenly coughed, coughing up the blood clot stuck in his throat. "They've fled. Frank said with a wry smile, "They didn't notice that you passed out behind the carriage, it seemed that you were frightened by the scene around you, and when you woke up, you were all running north without a master." I wanted to remind them that you passed out in the back of the carriage, but as soon as you spoke, they ran faster. ”

The mandala froze for a moment, then went around the side edge of the carriage and lifted the curtain of the carriage. After a while, she walked back in despair.

Frank's voice was a little hoarse, and he whispered to her, "Thank you......"

Mandala lowered her head and crouched beside Frank, by this time she had become accustomed to the smell of blood on him. "I want to thank you," she said, "and we would all die without you." She doesn't resent those sisters, and she can be forgiven for doing anything in a moment of panic. Now that she can survive, she is grateful in her heart, and she just wants to live a worse and worse life.

Her voice was very serious, not as enchanting as she was when she was on Hualiu Street in Yosson City, nor was she clever in the peaceful town gambling house. When Frank heard this, his already cold heart felt a little warmer. He took out a small brown bottle from his bosom, which had been given to him by his master the previous night.

Yes, the brown bottle contains a high concentration of holy water!

Just in case, Peake generously gifted Frank the bottle of high-concentration holy water. After all, these mercenaries were helping him unconditionally. Pretend to be a horse thief to intercept a noble convoy, and there is a huge risk involved!

On the one hand, the mercenaries will face the risk of being exposed at any time, and on the other hand, the well-trained soldiers of the kingdom are naturally very strong, and once a mercenary is injured in this mission, Pique will feel guilty in his heart. So, this precious bottle of holy water was handed over to Frank.

Of course, Frank knew the preciousness of this bottle of holy water, and even though he was seriously injured and about to die, he didn't use it immediately. At this time, he suddenly realized that he had not finished his task, so he raised his head and drank a drop of holy water. "We need to get out of here," Frank felt his body regain its strength as he felt the holy water turn into a warm current flowing through his body. "Wherever we go, we must first leave this main road, and if we encounter another wandering horse thief, we will all be killed. As he spoke, he put the holy water back into his bosom.

The carriage rolled on its side to the ground, and broken wood debris was everywhere. Mandala picked up a broken log more than a meter long from the ground and gave it to Frank to use as a crutch. She was holding him half of his body on the other side.

As the sun set, they got back to their feet.

"In which direction?" said Mandala, looking at the setting sun.

"Northwest," Frank mused, making his decision in the shortest amount of time. "Due north and south is the main road, and there is a risk of encountering horse thieves running around. To the northwest, there is a wood, through which we can return to the city of Joson. This was the best route Frank could think of at this point. He hoped to find a horse from the city of Joson and return to the town of Peace.

He was in a state of physical condition that he could barely walk, and he estimated in his heart that this place was at least fifty to a hundred miles away from the city of Yoson, and if he walked like this, he should be able to reach the city of Yosun before dawn tomorrow. Of course, his physical condition at this time did not allow him to do so, so he planned to spend the night in the woods and set off tomorrow morning.

This plan was affirmed by Mandala, and both of them had no combat power. The daytime battle was fought and then it was a mess. In the end, the mercenaries gained the upper hand, and there were inevitably many escaped horse thieves roaming around. Any horse thief is a catastrophe for them. At this time, the best way is to go into the woods, and in the vast plains, horse thieves from a few hundred meters away can spot them at a glance.

Moreover, the city of Josun to the northwest is the closest city to here, and they only have this option. The rest of the cities have to travel hundreds of miles to get there. Walking straight north back to the town of Peace was not an option at all, they had just escaped from the north, and the horse thief was probably in the direction of the back. In fact, it was already risky for them to choose the northwest direction.

This choice was well thought out by Frank, and Mandala felt that they had chosen exactly the right direction.

Finally, after dark, the mandala carried Frank to a wooded area.

Frank's strength was exhausted, and the two of them chose to rest after a moment of shelter from the mound.

The wind of the autumn night was oozing, and the mandala clothes were torn into bandages, and she had to hold her two arms around her chest to keep warm.

At some point, they both fell asleep, in a hugging posture - the mandala curled up in a ball, and the large Frank wrapped her in her body. Unconsciously, Mandala closed his eyes and hugged the warm arm in front of him, and slept more peacefully......