Five days later.

The sky was overcast with a light rain.

On a wide road, four black carriages drove slowly, surrounded by cavalrymen in leather armor on war horses.

The drizzle of rain hit their faces with a deep sense of exhaustion.

At the front of the carriage was a burly, majestic and handsome middle-aged man, wearing brown leather armor with a cross sword hanging from his waist, his golden hair tied haphazardly behind his back, and the rain gently hit his hard cheeks, not letting his determined eyes waver at all.

The convoy was the Baron and his party who had escaped all the way from Castle Green.

Because of the rainy weather, Freya changed into a normal swordsman uniform instead of riding a horse and sitting in a carriage, in addition to her, there was also a seriously injured Howard and her brother Eric in the car.

Because of the injury, Howard spent most of the time resting in the past five days, except for eating, in order to recover quickly, and Eric, who was sitting in the innermost, was carefully looking at a book on basic swordsmanship, and his fingers were gesturing twice in the air from time to time.

Freya looked at her brother, the corners of her mouth slightly hooked.

The destruction of Grimm Castle has also changed a lot for Eric, and his originally gloomy personality is now gradually becoming much more cheerful, and he is not as restrained as before by the Baron's side, and from time to time he also takes the time to ask Freya about some basic swordsmanship essentials, and the relationship between the three has become very harmonious during this time.

Lifting the curtain of the carriage, Freya turned her head and saw the baron walking in front of him frowning slightly and looking into the distance, which was the direction he had sent his cronies to inquire ahead.

Because of Saladin's sudden attack, the chariots were mostly filled with money and valuables, but little food or water was brought.

Even after careful calculation, the team of more than 20 people had little food left within three days of fleeing, but on the fourth day, they came across a stream on the road and solved the problem of drinking water, but the food was only enough for one day.

So for the supply, it is the first priority of this fleet.

According to the directions on the map, there is a small town not far ahead, if there is no mistake, you may be able to take a break to replenish the food, of course, this is only on the premise that there is a town.

Otherwise, we will have to pause and hunt some wild beasts to satisfy our hunger." Freya thought as she looked down.

You know, they are still in Byron's country, and if they want to leave the country as much as possible, there are at least three or four days to go, who knows what the speed of Saladin's invasion will be, once they delay for a while, they may 'escape' become real 'death'.

In Freya's thoughts.

Suddenly, a hurried sound of horses' hooves came from the front of the convoy, causing the somewhat depressed people to raise their heads slightly.

Soon, a black war horse like the convoy appeared in everyone's sight, riding a young man dressed in smart light armor with short flaxen hair, with a somewhat cold and cautious expression, and instead of a cross sword hanging from his waist, he carried a dagger that looked like a scimitar.

This man was a close confidant named Nick sent by the Baron.

As he approached the convoy, Nick tugged at the reins of his horse, slowing down the horse's speed as he galloped.

"How? Did you find out what? The baron at the front asked in a low voice.

"My lord, there is a small town in front of me, but the people there don't seem to be very friendly, and they are very defensive when they see me." Nick replied to the baron.

"Isn't it friendly?" The baron frowned, then said with a gloomy face. "No matter what, as long as you can exchange it for supplies."

"Hmm!" Nick nodded, twisting his horse's head back into the convoy.

Freya listened to the conversation between the two and touched the cross sword beside her, feeling a hint of determination in her heart.

She understood that Saladin had officially invaded, and that he was determined to destroy the country, and that some morality was useless at this time in such a time of crisis.

Most of the people in the convoy had been with the Baron for the longest time, and when they saw the Baron's expression, they knew that the only way to solve it was to use force.

Freya's injuries from the last battle with Philip have almost recovered in the past few days, and with the knightly strength of the Baron and her, no one can stop them in such a remote town.

The rainy day is very dreary, and even the love of people is a little gloomy.

Freya sat in the carriage, her body swaying with the swaying of the body, she didn't know what the situation would be in a while, so the situation was not very high, she touched her slightly hungry stomach, she casually picked up the water bag next to her and poured water.

Nick, who was on the side of the carriage, glanced at Freya who was sitting in the carriage, his cold face changed slightly, and then he manipulated his horse to get closer.

Suddenly, he reached out and threw a small gray package from the back of the horse to Freya with precision.

"Huh?" The small package that fell from the sky made Freya stunned slightly, and she turned her head to look at Nick, who had quickly walked behind the baron, with a grim expression as if he hadn't done it just now.

However, with Freya's knight-level sense, he had already discovered Nick's small movements, but he didn't say it out of curiosity.

When I opened the package, it contained some dried beef jerky that was easier to preserve, which was a snack that some warrior hunters often brought when they were away, and due to some environments, some places were not suitable for cooking on fire, so these foods that were easy to preserve and not damage were the main food for these people.

It's just that I didn't expect that Nick still had this thing by his side, and this was obviously given to Freya.

Gently pinched a small piece of jerky, put it in her mouth and chewed it carefully, the hard feeling made her teeth slightly sore, and it took a few sips of water to relieve it.

This kind of coarse food, a little salty, after chewing for a long time, I think it is quite delicious, just eat two pieces, Freya has a slight feeling of satiety.

Pick out two pieces from the package and put them in front of Erik, who is still reading, and then pack the rest of the jerky and throw it directly on Nick's head in front of him.

This sudden attack made Nick's head shrink in front of him, and when he found out that it was the package he gave Freya, he was slightly stunned, and then pretended not to squint, but his cold face was a little faintly flushed.

The baron, who was walking in front, seemed to see something, turned his head, glanced at Freya and Nick, and said nothing.

For such an episode, Freya did not have a ripple in her heart, maybe Nick had a crush on her, but in this case she was in no mood to do anything else, her only thought now was to escape from the country that was about to become a battlefield.