The pained Kraft pulled Olwes up and slapped her in the face, and the fair and beautiful face was soon swollen with a red palm print and a few blood stains.

Olwes, however, turned her face to look at Kraft coldly, and spat out a thick finger from her mouth, which was the thumb of Kraft's right hand that was holding down her wrist.

"Dirty, inferior sow!", Kraft, visibly enraged, threw Olwes to the ground and angrily kicked her in the abdomen with his iron boots, only the sound of her screams of pain could bring him a glimmer of pleasure.

Blood continued to spill from the corners of Olves' mouth, and she tried to curl up as if that would relieve the pain, and her forearm snapped under the stormy attack, but she managed to divert Kraft's attention and reassure her.

The attention in Olves' pupils gradually drifted, and in a trance she recalled the last night, the dark night of her previous life, the lonely self in the last subway, and finally trapped in the dark underground with a roar, only the flickering wreckage and lights.

If you don't want to put your strength on that ethereal hope, and you don't want to die in the struggle, if you don't cling to that meaningless stubborn dignity, and shout loudly in the open underground, even if you can't penetrate the ground, even if no one can hear it, will there be a miracle? Will it be another result?!

"Help Me ....."

The answer may be yes, even though the voice is so small and small before the great calamities of the world.

There is nothing more dazzling in the dark night than this sword light, and the sword qi with the holy light encounters nothing hindered.

"Who are you?", Kraft sat down on the ground in horror, and it was far more terrifying and painful to see his entire right leg thrown out and writhing on the ground than the loss of a finger.

Black hair is too rare in the Orman Empire, which makes people can't help but think of the barbarian race on the tundra of the northern plains, but the young man in front of him is obviously wearing the armor of the Imperial Paladin, and his identity is self-evident.

"The Third Squad Leader of the Imperial Paladin, Alfred. The boy glanced at the girl who was twitching on the ground with pain, and looked at Kraft with even more disgust, and as the knight's sword was raised, a second sword light lit up again, and this time it was Kraft's head that flew out.

The high-ranking swordsman was powerless in front of him.

The funny thing is that Kraft did not forget his gold coin when he was dying, and the small bag in his hand finally fell to the ground, and "Caesar" was spilled on the ground.

The roof of the old Lockew's stables was quickly cut off by Alfred, with whom he wrapped Olwess and embraced her, and only now did he look at the girl. The large area of red bruises must be the traces of the sinner's violence, but if you look at the peaceful face of the other half, you can only sigh that the moonlight tonight is too amazing.

Perhaps because of the closeness of the body of the sea to the element of light, Olwesse's body was repaired with its natural absorption, and although the effect was almost non-existent, it finally brought her back from her coma.

Alveret obviously didn't expect Olwes to wake up so quickly, and when the two looked at each other, he had a little embarrassment on his grim and upright face.

He put Olveis down and saluted, "I am..."

"Alfred, the third squad leader of the Imperial Paladin. Olwes smiled reluctantly, "I wasn't ignorant when I fell into a shallow coma, don't underestimate a magician, Mr. Knight." ”

Seeing that the black-haired boy's face flushed a little red, Olwes shut her mouth and stopped joking with her benefactor, in fact she didn't know what the boy was staring at her face.

Alfred glanced at the gilded Goldmore coat of arms on Olweis's neckline, picked up a spilled Caesar coin from the ground with his knight's sword, and smiled, "What a lucky coincidence, Miss Olves. ”

"I originally came after this curse, but I didn't expect to have the honor of helping you. ”

Alfred's divine fighting spirit flooded the ghost face hidden on the gold coin.

"Presumably, this sinner was also instructed by others, otherwise the gold coveted would not have placed a curse on a swordsman of his low level. Alfred looked at Olwes and smiled gently, "As you said before, I also give you a word. ”

"You have not been involved in any disputes since you first arrived in Sagar Romans? ”

Olwes looked up at the bustling city from the darkness of the night, and felt as if a cold wind had blown into her heart, and it was useless to wrap the cloth tightly.

But soon in the darkness of the night came another person, somewhat sloppy and casually dressed, without taking into account the age gap and the tall and somewhat rickety body, which was really the opposite of the clean and meticulous Alfreid.

"You have not done your duty, knight of House Goldmers, you should be by her side at all times, as you swore when you became a knight, and stand by her side in every crisis!"

Lancelot glanced at the headless corpse on the ground, then at Olves, who looked away, and finally at Alfred. The armor, which symbolized light and justice, made him feel a sense of nostalgia, but it was soon overwhelmed by a deeper and painful sadness.

He mumbled, as if apologizing as casually, and walked over to Olves.

"Let's go, miss, let me escort you back. ”

However, he was greeted with a crisp slap.

But what hurt more than the crisp slap was the hideous scar on Olves's face, which took up half of her face, and the tears that had fallen from the corners of her eyes for the first time since birth, were drowning in the night.

Alfred was also taken aback.

"I won't be in the Imperial Capital for long, Mr. Knight, and I'll leave in a day or two. ”

Alfred knew that Olwes was saying this to him, and at the same time she was comforted by her, and for some reason a little loneliness welled up in her heart.

Olweis was a little hesitant, this was not the first time she had begged someone, but if it was the previous time, it was the second time she had no choice but to ask someone, "So, can you please protect me for a few days temporarily, of course, I will pay the commission." Of course, I know that a noble knight of the Holy Knights is not worth it in terms of money, and I say this with some insults, but..."

The girl in front of her was obviously caught in the confusion of organizational language, and Alfred couldn't help but smile, the loneliness just now was gone in an instant. He glanced at Lancelot, but still smiled, and said, "I accept your offer, miss." Of course, in the capacity of Al Frede, not as a knight of the Imperial Paladin. ”

"Although my fee is a little expensive, I am sure Miss Alveis of the Goldmers family will be able to pay it. ”

The boy's answer made the hesitation and worry on Olves' face fade away, and she took Alfred's arm and smiled, "Did anyone say you weren't very good at joking, Mr. Alfred?" ”

The corners of Alfred's mouth lifted slightly, "You're the first, Miss Olwes. Then he glanced back at the figure that was still standing motionless in the darkness, and asked softly, "Olves, don't you care about him?"

Olwes was silent for a moment and said, "You were mistaken, Alfred, he is my father's knight, not mine. ”

The back door of the bar opened again, and countless eyes shot from the lobby, ranging from sympathy, pity, curiosity, suspicion, and even filthy to the lobby.

Alfred was worried that this beautiful and delicate aristocratic lady would be crushed by this level, but she did not expect that she was idle, except for her eyes widening, her eyes showing a fierce light, and her mouth kept whispering "these dirty reptiles", she could not see that she was mentally traumatized.

He had to admit that this funny girl was indeed much stronger than she looked.

Suddenly, a thin yellow man with tears on his face crawled up to Olves, kowtowed, and held her lost glass wand in both hands, begging her to forgive her for her mistakes.

These minions or minions don't have much to do with Kraft in the first place, at least that's what she thinks about her.

She didn't hold much grudge against the man named Myru, nodded at his wistful gaze and reached for the wand.

Suddenly, she felt a little hotter on her body, and when she raised her head, it turned out that the eyes of the entire hall suddenly gathered on her again, as if she could see through the truth under the cloth with her sharp gaze alone.

Olwes then remembered that her blouse was almost broken, her expression froze, and her gaze dropped to coldness inch by inch, and at this moment she did not miss a trace of a sneer waiting to see a good show on the corner of Milu's mouth.

Before the two of them froze in place, Alfred took the glass wand and led Olweth out of the tattered bar.

Olwes looked up at the starry night sky, and said, "I didn't think I needed to go to the Warden, Alfred, but it seems that few of those people cherish kindness. ”

It was a long time before Lancelot was regaining his momentum from his stupor when he kicked Kraft's rolling head into the air, fitting perfectly with the headless corpse, and then took his right leg and thumb back in the same way.

He took a few glances at Kraft's corpse, sighed, and said, "What an inexplicable and very reasonable slap in the face." ”

He took the gold coins that had been scattered on the ground with his handkerchief and put them in his bosom, and he disappeared into the night as he had come.