After the Wellington knight's words were finished, the Duke of Angmar, who had always been strong since he woke up, was stunned for a moment, and then his eyes lowered slightly, and after a slow exhalation, he asked in a slightly hoarse voice: "So, he is dead." ”

In the years of fighting side by side, Duke Angmar had asked similar words no less than ten times, and the object of the question had changed a lot - the knights who had fought together had passed away one by one, and every time someone died, Duke Angmar said such words lightly...

But this time it was different, because it was his only son, Francis Rousifron, who died.

No matter how accustomed he was to death, but in the face of such news, the old duke's mood was complicated and indescribably sad, he stretched out his hand and gently pinched the bridge of his nose, his wrinkled face trembled slightly-when he raised his gaze, he could still see Titus and Wellington in a trance, but when his vision was clear, he could see the traces left by the years on these two once young knights.

Everything is changing.

In the same way, he also remembered the figure of the little boy who used to be smiling and liked to ask this and that - but the doubts in his heart also followed: what kind of path did he embark on in the past few years of his illness that would lead to this irreparable result?

Angemar, whose face seemed to be a few years old in an instant, sighed, but other than that, there was no extra emotion to show.

Titus stopped laughing, and the Wellington knight got up and sat aside, and after the maid had left, he began to whisper what he had seen...

This process was not long, but the Duke of Angmar also inquired carefully for a full hour, and when he heard the news that Sally had chopped Francis into meat sauce with her own hands, the Duke, who had always received all the information calmly, shook his head and said softly, "She won't do this..."

"Maybe it has something to do with another person. ”

Wellington thought for a moment and continued softly, "I want to say, that Scout Captain ......"

Time passed slowly, and it was nearly midnight when Akasha, who was in a cheap inn room in Cambay, finally woke up.

Her eyelids moved, and the sharp pain in her right arm gradually brought her back from her coma.

Faintly hearing a voice, Akasha's hearing first returned to normal, and she tried to open her eyes, but her eyelids were still heavy and she couldn't lift them, and her body was in great pain—and it was a long time before she realized that she was lying on a soft bed.

My chest was a little tight, and my throat was dry, but none of these feelings were as sharp as the sharp pain in my arms...... It didn't matter, what scared Akasha the most was that she could feel a pair of hands touching her arms back and forth, and there were some intermittent conversational sounds in her ears.

“... When you break a bone, you have to find a better splint to fix it, you know that, right?"

There was a voice that seemed very casual, and it sounded like it was the lead, with a "I say you listen" tone.

"I remember a doctor said, but I only understand the problem of bones, and she is more complicated, so I am not sure. ”

The young man who replied spoke with a hint of caution.

"What do you think, Ruger?"

"I? I think it's okay to straighten it up and bandage it..."

This voice was a little rougher, and he should be in his thirties.

"If you break your bones like this, I will straighten and bandage you casually, then you will not want to hold a sword for the rest of your life. ”

There were three of them, talking here as if they were using themselves as teaching materials, Akasha felt like a lamb to the slaughter, and she was very embarrassed, but her mind was muddy, and she hadn't remembered why she was here, and she wanted to move, but she couldn't use her strength at all...

"She's lucky, the bone doesn't break through the skin, or it's infected, but it's troublesome. ”

"What is an infection?"

"You can't understand it, anyway, you have to remember that if there is a wound on your body in the future, wash it off first. ”

Akasha listened in a daze, gradually remembering why she was hurt: the secret passage, the wound on her back...

Could it be that they have caught him from the secret passage?

Unable to think of any other possibility in her heart, she immediately thought that these people were "Rosicrucess", but the words she heard later made her stunned-

"I also said that I would send it to the monastery today, but I just went to someone's house at night and installed a ****, and now it's not suitable for the past. It's no problem if we send it again tomorrow, those magic sticks should be able to treat her with magic skills, just make sure the wound is clean now. ”

As the man spoke, he reached out and wiped his towel on his back, and Akasha's heart immediately rose with great shame - it's over... He saw his back...

"Alright, now get the splint on, and Sodrore will help me hold her hand—yes, Ruger, clinch the plank—crooked... It's too crooked, it's coming over - okay, bandages... Where's the bandages? Grandma, Sodroll, the one behind your ass—"

Akasha couldn't hear the rest of the words at all, because the sharp pain in her arm had made her faint again.

When she woke up again, Akasha felt as if she was buried in the dirt and couldn't move.

Her eyelids twitched slightly, and she finally opened a small slit as she lay on the bed: she saw a simple bedside table in the dim candlelight, and there was a large spider web in the corner, and it could be seen that few people had cleaned it here.

There was a strong smell of blood between the snorts, but there was also a faint smell of herbs, and the head was cushioned by a pillow, and a smell of old came to the face, thinking that this should be a cheap hotel...

Little by little, his consciousness recovered, and the scene of the assassination flashed in front of his eyes, and finally he stayed in that secret passage.

Anyway, I was saved...

Thinking so, Akasha didn't feel much of a sense of joy, for she soon realized that she was about to face a crisis: the strangers who had saved her seemed to be about to hand herself over to the Abbey... And the thought of the overseer who had directly ordered the arrest and even attack of her made her feel a little complicated in her heart.

Regret is not that he has finally gotten rid of the "pit viper cross", anger is very angry, Rubens's attack makes the anger in Akasha's heart as if it burns her heart - but the thought of revenge immediately envelops her heart with a sense of powerlessness.

The identity of the "Overseer" is a big mountain for Akasha, and now he has nothing to want, and he has no power and no strength, even if he finds him, he is afraid that he will be killed in minutes.

There was a little reluctance in her heart, but she finally recognized the reality - no matter what, finding a stable place to live is the first thing.

Akasha tried to move her fingers, and was pleasantly surprised to find that her fingers were now able to move slightly due to the splint - which meant that she could almost perform a weak healing spell!

But just as she was about to cast the spell, the door was gently pushed open...

"It's been a busy day, Ruger, tell a few people to pack those stones, and that's all we need to eat when we get back. ”

"Captain, is this thing so valuable?"

"It's not something you have to worry about, I'll think of a way to make money - go back to sleep first, and don't forget to arrange a vigil. ”

It's those three again!

Akasha remembered her treatment before she fell unconscious, and her face couldn't help but feel a little hot: I really don't know if he took the opportunity to do something else...

She still couldn't know what had happened to her, but her body was wrapped in bandages like a mummy, the side effects of excessive blood loss continued, and the conversation between the people in her ears continued—it sounded like the guy named Ruger had gone back to rest, while the guy named Sodrol had stayed here with the "captain".

"The team is in good shape, and you can see that you are not lazy in training. ”

"It's all going according to plan, by the way, on the twelfth of the twelfth, Nolan Village came to the ringing horses, and we solved it - it is estimated that no one will dare to go there to steal grain for a few years. ”

"Is anyone hurt?"

"Small injuries, it's almost all good now, but there are still some losses in this battle today, although there are no serious injuries, but it will take a while to recover. ”

"There's no way to avoid it," the captain sighed, and then breathed a sigh of relief: "Anyway, this matter is finally over, and we can take a breath." ”

There was silence for a while, and Akasha silently prayed in her heart for them to leave, but then found that they seemed to be chatting more and more energetically.

"Captain Roddy, actually, I've always had a question..."

Hearing this, Akasha realized that the captain's name was "Roddy".

"Huh?"

"Since we arrived in Nolan Village, we have done these things that I think about now... I thought it was incredible. I've always wanted to ask, what is it that sustains you to do so much?"

"Faith?" Roddy was also a little bored after relaxing after the war, feeling that it didn't matter if he talked about ideals with Sodlore at this time, "Faith... I can't call it a certain state, but I guess it's a certain state. ”

"Status?"

"Yes, it's the state. Roddy thought for a moment and continued: "For example: what is the state of the farmer?"

Sodrore was a little confused, but didn't say anything to interrupt him.

"Planting the land every day, thinking about the harvest every day, and basically not knowing anything else—this 'state' is numb and ignorant, because the farmer basically does not know the knowledge that is beyond his reach. All they have to do is farm the land and pay the rent. ”

After a pause, Roddy's words not only attracted Sodrore, but also made Akasha frown and listen.

"He may be in this state all his life, but what if one day, he starts to keep learning, accumulates a lot of knowledge, and knows a lot of new things?"

Sodrore frowned and thought for a moment, and replied, "What might you use this knowledge for, such as being a nobleman, instead of farming?"

"Yes, his state at this time is like a germinating seed that has begun to have a direction of growth -- because his state wants to go up. Roddy paused, as if organizing the language, and after a long time, he said: "Actually, people are like this, the more you see and understand, the more complex your own state becomes, and the more things you want to do..."

"I dragged you to kill the hordes of the orc kingdom and slaughter their pillar witch doctors, what made me do this? Fearful. ”

"Afraid of them?"

"No, I'm not afraid to face them, I'm afraid of all the effects these guys may have on the kingdom in the future - that's what scares me, and this state of fear sustains me to lead you out of that grassland. ”

After Roddy said this, Sodrol frowned and fell into deep thought, while on the other side, Akasha, who was lying on the bed, was completely shocked by these words, and even opened her mouth involuntarily...

They went to the orc kingdom to kill a... Joyfully?