Jeremy saw that the other man was silent, and was about to speak again to get him to agree to sell his horse, when the mage poked her head out from behind Lanster.

"Wow...... I didn't expect you to be two people. The halfling smiled a little awkwardly, and immediately said with a sense of humor, "When I haven't said anything, this won't bother the two." ”

He pretended to have a regretful expression, but in fact, he was relieved in his heart. Even if he waited to get back to his horse and put it in the carriage, he didn't want to stay here for even a second.

"Wait." Lancet opened his mouth to stop the departing halfling, but he didn't expect the other party to speed up his pace.

What are you kidding, you can finally leave, why do you want to stay?

Jeremy didn't hear the other man's words and walked quickly to his horse.

But in the next moment, the hound, who didn't know what breed, appeared beside him as if by magic, staring at him while letting out a low cry in his throat.

"I said wait." Randster walked up to him and patted Robb on the head, and the hound obediently put away his fangs.

"Huh...... I'm sorry I didn't hear what you just said......" Jeremy smiled more ugly than crying, already regretting his decision to come here to ask for help.

Lancet naturally saw the other party's scruples, obviously afraid of himself and Robb, and this was not the result he wanted.

The other party took out the badge of his adventure group in order to gain his trust, and now it was Lancet's turn.

He took out the badge that had been left untouched in his dimensional pouch and handed it to Jeremy.

The halfling looked at the starry obelisk badge in the other party's hand, and was stunned for a long time before coming back to his senses.

He hurriedly took two steps back and made a solemn salute towards Lancet.

"I'm sorry, Your Excellency the Obelisk Guardian, I didn't know your identity just now......" The halfling lowered his head and quickly apologized, for fear that slowing down would upset the knight.

"It's okay." Randster quickly stopped his next move, it seems that this badge still has a good deterrent in the territory of Hurdle.

"My identity needs to be kept secret, you know?" Lancet put away the badge and didn't forget to tell the halfling beside him.

"Of course, sir." Jeremy nodded busily.

"Don't call me sir." Lancet corrected, "Just call me by name." ”

"You can call me Jaime," he said, then gesturing at the cloaked mage beside him, hesitating for a moment, "is this...... My wife. ”

"Lord James, ma'am." The halfling saluted respectfully, and then remembered to keep the identities of these two people secret, and couldn't help but smile awkwardly.

Hearing Lancet's introduction, Moria smiled and nodded reservedly at Jeremy, who was saluting, without showing the slightest dissatisfaction.

"Maybe we should talk while we walk." Lancet reminded him that he wouldn't continue to waste time with the halfling.

"Oh, you're right, Jaime...... Mr. Jeremy swallowed back the words and said instead.

"Please let me show you both." As he spoke, he mounted his horse first, ready to lead the two in the direction of his convoy.

Gentlemanly Lancet helped Madame onto his horse, rolled over and straddled the back. Then he gently tapped his horse forward, followed by another idle long-haired horse.

The female mage sat in front of him without saying a word, as if she was still haunted by what had just happened.

"Still angry?" Lancet asked quietly. His priority now is to get rid of this sulking woman, so that she does not cooperate with his actions for a while.

"Angry? I'm not a child, why are I angry? Moria's pretended relaxed voice came from the front, "Besides, this kind of thing is not a big deal in an adventure, is it?" ”

"Well, you're right......" Lancet didn't expect the other party to think that.

"Ahem, I mean...... You're right. I turned around when I heard the sound of horses' hooves, and I wanted to make sure you and I were both safe. Lancet immediately improvised and said solemnly.

"Remember not to use any spells, don't reveal your identity, everything is under my command, you know?" He took the opportunity to quickly instruct the other party.

The female mage sitting in the front vaguely agreed, and sat in front without speaking.

After running behind the halfling for about ten minutes, the two soon saw the fallen truck and several people next to it.

The cargo on the van was thrown haphazardly on the ground, and everyone's attention was focused on the dying guy lying on the van.

Hearing the sound of the returning horses' hooves, Gareth, the deputy leader of the Starfire Adventure Regiment, was the first to look back.

At a glance, he saw the long-haired horse idle behind Ranster, and the solemn expression on his face suddenly eased a lot.

Everyone else heard Jeremy's shout and looked at the halfling who had turned over and dismounted.

Garris politely nodded to Ranster and Moria, who had come closer, and waited for the halfling wanderers in his group to help him introduce them to their origins.

"This is Mr. Jaime and his wife, who selflessly decided to help us at the moment when they heard that we were in trouble." Jeremy slapped Lancet on the back without a trace, and then introduced him to the members of his team.

"Our deputy commander, Gareth, a brave warrior."

Lancet rolled over and dismounted, and Garris smiled and walked up to the two of them with a smile of gratitude.

"Thank you for your selfless help, the Spark Adventure Group will not forget the help from the two friends."

"Please don't say that, Captain Gareth." Lancet returned a general salute and said with a smile, "I am also really relieved to meet a few companions on such a dangerous journey. ”

The others also smiled, but they looked somewhat far-fetched and perfunctory.

Lancet knew what was going on in these people's minds, and he turned his head to the human priestess, who was lying on the plank of the van and was dying, it seemed that this was the leader of the Starfire Adventure Troupe.

"Our regimental commander was accidentally slashed in the waist by a goblin during a night battle, and his injuries were not light." Garris led Lancet to the bandaged man around his waist, his eyes filled with deep helplessness and remorse.

"If I had reacted faster......" He pursed his lips in remorse, his heavy eyebrows twisted into a lump.

"That's not your fault, Gareth." The female pastor, who had been taking care of the man, whispered softly and comforted, but her eyes did not leave the man in the van at all, and her expression was full of tenderness.