Everything seems to be stuck at that moment.

The messy clothes, the dirt-stained hair, the sparse and high net, the rope in the ninja's hand, the fingers that gradually loosened, and the sinister smile that slowly drew on the face.

At this moment, he suddenly woke up!

He felt the extreme resistance of his body, the unimaginable pain slowly converging from every corner of his body, and every centimeter of his body told him that there was no way to do anything that could support his movements.

No... No.... No...

He desperately tried to grasp the rope that was slipping from the ninja's grasp, and he dragged his body and crawled, and he stared at the rope and reached out.

He's staring, he's giving it his all, he's giving it all, he's... A little late.

He reached out to grab it, but he could only let his fingertips touch the end of the rope.

He watched the girl fall little by little, and watched the edge of the mountain corner devour the girl's figure little by little like a giant beast.

With bruised legs, no longer white clothes, fingers clasped on sleeves, with apologetic and sad faces, tears welling up in the corners of the girl's eyes, and finally a few strands of crimson hair.

A violent sourness suddenly erupted in his eyes. As he couldn't help but close his eyes, the world that seemed to be moving slowly suddenly sped up.

The right foot slammed into the ground.

His body was still lying on the ground, but his right foot was almost stepping on the ground in an anti-human joint!

Just by holding his body up slightly with his hands, he used his body to be propped up for a short while, and rushed in the direction where the girl disappeared without hesitation!

He looked like an arrow shot at the ground, and like a lizard, he used this way that had no human appearance to speak of, and rushed through a distance of more than ten meters in just four or five cloths like crazy, and rushed into the valley without hesitation in the eyes of the ninjas who saw ghosts!

He stretched out his hands tightly, stretched them out, like an arrow falling straight down.

The feeling of falling is like being passed through the chest by a hand, gently kneading the heart, with a faint pain and tingling in the midst of the tremendous compression.

He felt the blood flow become more rapid, so much so that his fingertips were aching.

He felt like he could barely breathe, as if his chest was being crushed to death.

But he didn't care about it anymore, because he saw it.

He saw the girl fall under him, he saw the girl's fluttering clothes, he saw the big net that still trapped the girl, he saw the surprise that suddenly appeared in the girl's desperate eyes, and then the tears that flowed out like a tide.

He hugged her tightly, then spun around sharply and padded himself under her.

Rumble!!!

Francis suddenly came to his senses.

After a long pause, he stared at his right hand. The right hand was clenched tightly into a fist for some time, and it seemed that it had been clenched for a long, long time, but there was still a posture that was getting harder and harder.

It was so hard that he couldn't let go of his fist himself.

He used the fingers of his left hand to break away his already numb right hand one by one, feeling the touch of his fingertips gradually regaining little by little, and calming down slightly.

A nightmare.

Silvery hair, scarlet color, bloodshot eyes, and slowly lost light, and the abyss that gradually sinks...

He looked out the window at the afternoon sun and didn't continue his sleep.

He knew that his first sleep in more than two days had come to an end.

Because he couldn't sleep anymore.

He sat up and rested his forehead on the back of the bed, recalling what he had seen in his dreams, but which was very incomplete.

Panic, uneasiness, fear, and a very slight, but painful, sadness poured over my heart inexplicably.

He didn't know what was going on, why he was just catching up on sleep, and he had an inexplicable dream. Why did I just have a dream, but I have such an irrepressible pain?

It's like losing Otto Villa again...

"Xiu..."He didn't think without warning, but suddenly subconsciously pronounced a name that he could barely face.

But he suddenly paused.

There was a slight knock at the door.

"Come in."

The door was pushed open, and Lynn, the leader of the first group, pushed the door open.

"I'm sorry sir, for interrupting your rest."

With a wave of his hand, Francis got out of bed and walked to the table, poured himself a glass of water and said, "Don't worry about this, what's wrong?" ”

"I have a message for you. News from Spain. She handed a letter to Francis, "Gerard Shaniyat, the captain of the First Brigade of the New Tenth Knights, has sent a total of thirty Knights of Destiny, led by Morsalas Duo Rodria, to board the Spanish warship and officially go to the deep sea to search for the traces of Hugh Caslana. In the letter, there is a list of all the personnel. ”

"Didn't they only have four ships, how could they send thirty people."

"They seem to have decided to get involved in the war against the Ottoman fleet, snatch their ships to replenish their numbers, and then join the search mission."

Francis frowned slightly, "Who is the Spanish general with Gerard's casual nature." ”

"Here's another thing I'm going to report back to you. The name of the accompanying general is: Costaya Castill. ”

"No wonder." He smiled, "How many of the entourage are our people." ”

"Eight, it is noted in the list in your hand. Among them were six Valkyries, two knights. ”

Only then did Francis pry up the seal and open the letter in his hand.

After scanning the list, he lit the letter.

"Gerald was willing to send these people... I should have been happy, but why some... Unspeakable emotion" He watched as the letter in his hand was engulfed in flames little by little, and finally turned into ashes in his hand, which he sprinkled on the floor.

"Let's find someone to clean up..."

He stood up and left the room.

The town where the First Knights are now stationed is not large. However, it is more appropriate to say that it is a small town, rather than a village. The original villagers all left their hometowns and settled elsewhere under the arrangement of the church. The houses that remain now are occupied by knights.

But these houses were not enough to accommodate the most elite knights of Destiny, and many of them still lived in tents. At this time, there were not many knights in the camp, only the first brigade was left to guard the camp, and the rest were led by the commander of the first legion to clean up the dead crowd.

Francis plays only two roles here. One is the commander of the rear front, and the other is the role of the father who came to find his eloped daughter.

It's just that he doesn't think Karen really wants to see him at this time, and Otto is someone he doesn't really want to see.

So he walked out of the room and went to the stable to lead his horse.

The flame-like horse was visibly excited when it saw its master. It roared highly, as if expecting the moment when it would be released from the stable.

Francis led the horse, walked out of the camp alone, turned over the horse, and galloped on the horse. But after a while, he seemed to lose interest again, and let go of the reins in a boring manner, and sat on the horse in reverse, leaning against the horse's neck and holding his arms, looking at the sky with a few white clouds scattered and scattered, and letting the horse go crazy on its own.

But after a while, the horse himself noticed that the person on his back did not feel any joy, and slowly stopped running. It searched for the taller bushes around it, biting the leaves it could reach, chewing slowly.

A man and a horse seem to have been forgotten in the vast wilderness.

(End of chapter)