It all happened so fast that the Unknown Knight was about to be killed by this insidious and vicious Ted who was not dead, but there was one man who was even faster than him.

Oran's greatsword flew over everyone's heads like a javelin, and a gust of wind struck the red-armored Ted in the blink of an eye, and thud...... Ted was nailed to the ground like a scarecrow made of wheat stalks.

The undead Ted, who was believed in and feared by many thieves, was powerless to fight back, and was defeated head-on at the hands of the Unknown Knight, and he tried to sneak attack behind the back, but was discovered by another person, and it was another fiasco.

Orlan no longer wasted time with these thieves, and the squat jump broke away from their encirclement and landed next to Ted, who was already stuck on the ground.

"Living corpse, are you still a living corpse with sanity?" Orlan asked.

Cough...... Gurg...... Ted with a pierced throat couldn't answer, and Oran kicked the helmet off his head, only to see Ted's withered, wrinkled face like a dried corpse.

The robbers around him were very frightened when they saw this scene, and none of them dared to rush over again. But it seems that some kind of miracle is waiting for it to happen.

Then something strange happened, Ted's sword-pierced throat began to heal, and the hole seemed to be slowly getting smaller. Orlan was about to make some more attempts, reaching out and pulling the greatsword out of his body.

"You ...... I will be punished by the gods, I am a member of the gods who have an immortal body, you will be tortured like purgatory, and I will bring ...... to this world" Ted cursed Orlan and the Nameless Knight in his shriveled mouth, this guy didn't seem to have figured out the situation yet, and really thought he was the chosen one.

The Unknown Knight walked over with his sword raised, and Ted clutched his chest and pointed at him, "You kill me a thousand times, and I can be reborn from the corpse, and then ......"

Well, the dehydrated head had already flown up, and finally rolled at the feet of the robbers.

"Now, who else wants to say something?"

Orlan tucked his greatsword in front of him and removed the bow that had been hanging from his chest without even turning his head. drew his arrow and drew his bow, only to see that the bandit leader who was riding a horse and was trying to escape in the distance had been shot through the back of the head by an arrow, and the tip of the arrow pierced out of the eye socket.

Bandits, look at me, look at you, and now there is no one to drive them to attack again. As one person drops his weapon, then one robber after another drops his weapon.

But none of the robbers dared to flee without permission, for they had all seen the terrible accuracy of Oran's bow, and one by one they fell to their knees, begging for forgiveness.

Oran looked at the nameless knight beside him and nodded, motioning for him to make an idea, while Oran himself left, for Andrea in the tavern still needed him.

Ms. Andrea suffered minor internal injuries, particularly to her spine. Oran carefully picked up Andrea, who was still unconscious, and ran to the alchemist's quarters.

In addition to being a powerful alchemist, Devra is undoubtedly a skilled pharmacist. She quickly took a series of effective emergency treatments after seeing Andrea's condition, and Oran was not allowed to be around, saying that it was an alchemist's secret.

It wasn't until hours later that Devra slapped her on the back and told Orlan Andrea that it was all right, and Orlan was relieved.

……

The Unknown Knight rode his horse to find Oran, and at this moment Oran had an inexplicable emotion welling up in his heart.

"Hey, knight. Thank you for coming to the rescue, otherwise Ms. Andrea would have been a long time before she was treated. "It's rare that Orlan is the first to say thank you.

"Ahem...... This is a matter of course for the knights. The Unknown Knight cleared his throat, as if deliberately speaking thickly.

"Knight, I haven't asked for your honorific name, can you tell me?" Orlan never seemed to be so profound.

"Li...... Lily ...... Anri, you can call me Anri. The Nameless Knight paused, then thought about it.

"Oh? Your Excellency Anli, I always feel that we are familiar with each other, and I look at your horse very familiarly. ”

"No, no. How could it be, I'm just an ordinary knight passing by this place. Horses of this kind are everywhere. ”

"Well, then why do I think Your Excellency's short sword is so familiar?"

"You may be mistaken, this sword is very short compared to your great sword. It's just an ordinary knight's straight sword. Yes, exactly. The knight, who called himself Anri, moved the sword at his waist backwards, as if he was dodging something.

"Then I would venture to ask, does your Excellency have a name for this sword? Just like this big sword of mine, I call her 'Golden Rose', and you must be a sword lover. ”

"I, this sword of mine, I call him...... Anri's straight sword, yes, that's the name! ”

"Haha, Anri's straight sword, a name that matches Your Excellency." Oran smiled as if it was the first time he had heard such an interesting thing.

"Hmph, you...... I won't tell you anymore. Good bye! Knight Anri seemed a little angry, turned over and wanted to leave.

But before her horse could take him far, he heard a whistle not far behind him, and it turned out to be Orlan calling his horse.

The horses under Anri pricked up their ears and twisted their heads, and no matter how the people on them pulled the reins, they ran back to Orlan behind them.

The horse stopped in front of Oran, who somehow conjured a handful of beans, stretched out his palm, and the horse poked his head and sniffed it, and ate it in large gulps.

"Ahem, Lord Anri, this horse seems to know me." Orlan swore that somehow, he suddenly discovered that the "tricksters" in the world were so funny, no wonder the old hunters liked to play tricks on him the most.

"You, you deceive people too much!" Anri jumped off her horse and walked up to Oran, feeling her "rage" even through the tight metal helmet.

"Is this how you reckless hunter tease your savior? I, I'm going to duel with you! With that, he wanted to draw the sword from his waist.

But Orlan didn't let her succeed, and reached out and pressed Anri's hand to draw his sword.

"I obviously saved you just now, don't you knights never see if the enemy is dead or not?"

"Who knew that guy wouldn't die."

Orlan didn't argue with her anymore, and slowly stretched out his hands to take off the helmet for "Anri". And strangely, she didn't refuse either.

"Liliane, how did you come up with the idea of giving yourself a name like this?"

"What, doesn't it sound good?"

"No, that's good."

Under the helmet is a delicate and beautiful face. It seems that he has been stuffy for too long, and there are still a few drops of sweat on his tender white cheeks, and there is a trace of delicate red in his white skin, and the ends of his golden hair stick to his forehead. Orlan brushed away her troublesome hair, and her big green eyes flickered, as if she had a lot to say.