The bamboo shoots perched in the treetops, their wings full-fledged, staring at the procession that passed along the road.

[Team 103 (27 homeless, 16 village women, 42 militia, 18 riders)]

The unfinished business in the forest was over two days ago, and the exclamation point disappeared.

【Abandoned Warlord Stronghold (Occupied)】

Horses and supplies were pushed up the dirt slopes, there were no intact houses, and there were clear signs of collapse and decay.

But Mr. Adam tells them that the migration is officially over and life is going to begin—and that's enough, and they trust Adam.

Organize the division of labor, operate overnight, everyone moves skillfully and naturally, with a satisfied smile or tears on their faces.

Adam rode his war horse and watched the sunset, which was the first sunset for him in half a month.

He didn't relax or be in a daze, staring at the horizon, thinking as usual.

"This is already my limit, the first to leave the homeless, has already stepped on the territory of Anton Weisen. Maybe there will be a few more to survive, but there is not much hope of leaving the mountain.

Many more people are sleeping in the ground, or slowly wandering through the forest, but they can no longer find the direction of the future. ”

People who passed by Adam lowered their voices, and his musings helped the homeless through countless desperate situations, and the team respected the young man more than all previous beliefs.

So, when the campfire was lit at night, Adam said he was leaving, and everyone panicked.

The militiamen, on his orders, chopped tobacco with a knife, rolled up dry straw and handed it to him with their own hands.

Uh~

Adam spat out the clouds and looked at the crowd waiting quietly below, they all knew about "cave food".

In the past half a month, when Adam led his team out hunting during the day, the sentries who stood guard all night did not dare to rest, and now that the surroundings are safe, they are still reluctant to let him leave.

[Attitude: Rely on trust]

"Hey......"

There are rumors among the ranks that Adam is an elf who appears and that the danger will disappear when they leave.

There is no way, they are just uninformed homeless people, and this kind of nonsense is gradually recognized by most people, which leads to the current situation.

Adam flicked off the tobacco, spitting, and it tasted terrible.

"I've given you a lot of choices along the way, and now, the last one is in front of you."

He stood up on the stone steps, his handsome form giving a sense of security in the night breeze, carrying steel and silver swords (trophies) against the largest main building in the colony.

"You don't know this,"

Adam took out the Lord's Ring and held it high in the firelight.

"But remember, I am the most orthodox lord on the continent of Cundia! As you can see, the realm under my name is this ruin, and the last of my subjects stands before me.

But I have never deceived you, and I have fulfilled my promise with my life.

Those who want to leave, when the time comes, take half a month's food, and there is a village half a day to the north, and Taigangda is also in that direction.

I'm going to take all my horses and carts and go to the 'cave' to carry food, and I'll be back tomorrow at sunrise."

One night, choose, gentlemen. ”

……

The crowd of onlookers was silent on the side of the road, torches were lit in front of them, and more than a dozen riders, with a team of horses, set up their carts, and left in the dust.

At this moment, in the tavern of Matthew Village.

Dinner was served to Jane, and old Jamie walked in from the back kitchen wiping his hands.

The fish down is stuffed into eggshells and simmered in a straw fire.

"It's delicious, Mr. Jamie."

"Aha, yes, I learned my craft from fucking little bastards, and that's the delicious thing that eats your tongue! I'm a far cry! ”

Old Jamie looked at Jane so hard, and he always reminded him of the deceased wife's youth, when they joked about having a daughter.

"Can this teach me too?"

"Of course! Honestly, Jane, you're so gifted, you make softbread better than I do, and I even want to teach you how to make coha! ”

"Is the men's favorite one?"

"Yes, they're going to fall in love with you."

In fact, old Jamie knew that the man Jane was referring to was not the guy who deliberately came to the tavern to set up a close, but the Mr. Adam who had been away for half a month.

Little young love? He didn't look like it.

This child has a simple personality, and he does not have the kind of intoxicating longing for Adam, and when he talks about the other person, he does not smile happily, but instead shows worry and loss.

She is eager to learn all kinds of crafts, diligent and practical, and has a kind of anxiety that desperately wants to prove her worth.

To put it bluntly, she is not like a young girl who longs for heroes, but more like a knight who follows her lord, eager to stand by the other party's side and give her all.

Good boy.

……

At night, autumn chirps.

The lights in the village were quieting down, except for the blacksmith's furnace.

The sound of horses' hooves died away outside the village, and the rider quickly strapped it to the bridge, and stoodly tumbled into the wheat field and into the tavern from the dark path.

Jane curled up in her separate room, moonlight shining on her sleeping face like a frightened rabbit in the rain.

The light from the window was blocked, and the lock was gently closed.

He gripped his steel sword and walked up and down the room where he could see the light, rummaging through every suspicious spot, checking the basin, the floor, the bed......

Adam took off his leather gloves and gently lifted them, the girl's skin was smooth and the warmth was leaking out.

He closed the quilt and withdrew his steel sword, which was blinded by the cold light, and sat down on the wooden chair, staring at Jane's sleeping face in thought.

As soon as he left the colony, a note popped up.

[The last choice, the identity of the lord, the loyalty of the disappointed]

Adam didn't understand this abstract sentence.

Not long ago, when he came out of the cave, the rider was carrying food, but he found this small white dot on the gray map, wandering on the edge, difficult to notice.

After he compared, he found out that this is the direction of Matthew Village.

White is not a lucky color in Ussurda culture.

Adam suspected that something had happened to Jane, and immediately arranged for the rider to return, and he galloped at night and rushed to the village in the dark.

"Mr. Adam."

The girl in the bed was sleepy-eyed, and her dreamy language melted into the air.

"Is it still a dream?"

She smiled, and saw a man sitting in a chair, with his legs crossed and his hands folded, half of his body illuminated by the moonlight, but his face was hidden.

But Jane recognized that this feeling of solidity and reliability, this urge to hide behind him, was that person!

Adam nodded, without any answer.

"Okay, remember to pick me up...... Don't go to the big town, leave me behind, Mr. Adam. ”

The voice was glutinous, the eyes were slightly narrowed, and the small words floated in the wooden house, blending into the moonlight.

Outside the room, old Jamie was already clutching his chai knife.

He was an experienced tavern keeper who had seen all sorts of bastards, and the security measures set up outside the house had been triggered, and the signs showed that the other party was in the house.

He carefully pushed the door open, and the night breeze blew through the hall, and no one else could be hidden in the empty room.

"Is it a fox?"

Old Jamie muttered.

Jane on the bed was cold, tightening the quilt, tears hanging from her eyes.

The war horse was fast, carrying the night to the south.

Adam has gotten the answer from the new note.

Remember her, who was the first person in the world to offer her soul to you. 】