In the wasteland, a horse-drawn carriage ran wildly at high speed, bringing up a rumbling cloud of smoke and dust.

Jessica sat quietly in the carriage, holding a cup of milk tea in both hands. It's about to enter the acid rainy season, and the wilderness of the Hui River Basin is cold, but even colder is her heart. Just a few hours ago, she had suffered one of the worst sneak attacks in her life, and if it weren't for the direct mercenary of the Demon Hunter Hut, she would probably have to say goodbye to life. With what she knew about Winkton, she certainly knew how tragic her end would be.

It can be said that if she falls into the hands of the demon, she will only be physically hurt and afraid, but it will be a nightmare to fall into the hands of Winkton. For a beautiful woman, Winkton is definitely the devil of the devil.

Fortunately...... Ms. Emily has already made arrangements!

Jessica in the carriage swayed slightly, remembering what Ms. Emily had told her a few hours earlier.

"Get out of here. Go to the muffins. There's Lifik there, and they won't dare do anything to you. ”

"Remember, don't worry about the pursuers, all you have to do is go all the way, and if you hear any bad news, you don't have to look back, it must be a trap that leads you into the game."

"Jessica, my child, I regret not being able to watch you get married, but I will definitely protect you from being like those daughters of mine. So go, leave me, leave this outpost, you should have a new world. ”

"Live well."

Thinking of this, Jessica glanced down at her brain. There was a copy of the authority and road map from Aunt Emily. That's what Aunt Emily did for her next. Muffin is just a stopover, and then she's going to a new city with Lipfic. Aunt Emily is well-connected in that city, and someone will shelter her. At the same time, Lipfik will also become the resident witcher there, giving him a fresh start.

Suffice it to say that Emily has everything arranged for her. Every gift is the accumulation of half her life, a strong maternal love. And how can Jessica not be moved? She held the brain in her arms, only feeling that this was the only warmth in the cold night.

Across from her, Leah was staring out the window in confusion, with a little flower spirit sitting on her shoulder.

"I'm sorry, Leah, you don't have to accompany me." Jessica whispered. "After all, the person you like is still there."

"I don't want to, but that's not good." Leah replied, her voice silent. "Aunt Emily said that I might be Winkton's target too, so it's best to go with you."

"I don't want to embarrass Chen Yan, killing those people will be in trouble."

"Really?" Jessica smiled softly and got up and sat down on Leah's side. Reach out and put your arm around the little girl's shoulder. "You have so much confidence in Chen Yan? Maybe he can't beat the other party? ”

"Maybe." Leah nodded slightly, but her eyes shone like stars. "But that doesn't change anything. I knew he could do it. ”

Looking at Leah's clear eyes, Jessica only felt her heart skip a beat. This trust, this unquestioning trust. Is it really a little girl's dream? Or that Chen Yan......

Jessica shook her head, didn't think about it anymore, just held Leah in her arms.

"I'm sorry, Leah."

"I'm sorry."

"............" Leah obediently let her hold her, but her eyes fell to the window. Not ...... Not really. I...... Also for yourself. ”

Chen Yan can't be allowed to hurt himself.

Don't, be useless again.

Leah thought silently, her gaze gradually concentrating...... On her shoulder, the little flower spirit was bored with her chin and dozing.

At the same time, on the road behind them, a group of cloaked figures were galloping on horseback. The hooves of the horses rumbled on the ground, and the wind whistled over their shoulders.

Haas was at the front of the line. A murderous gaze flashed under the hood.

The wound on his face had been closed, but not in his heart. As Winkton's retainer, he hasn't suffered any losses. But grabbing a girl made him so badly injured that he couldn't swallow this breath anyway. Now that he was chasing Jessica again, he didn't believe there was anything else to stop him.

"Wait, girl, I will bring you to Master Winkton, and let you experience what art is."

"Perfect ...... Art. ”

The horses galloped wildly, getting faster and faster. Just a moment later, I saw a hill. The team slowed down, and a knight dismounted and observed. "The trail is clear, passed fifteen minutes ago."

"Catch up with her." Haas commanded. Just about to start the warhorse, it suddenly stopped.

Through the edge of the hood, he saw several shadows appear on the hills. A group of figures wearing cloaks and also riding armored war horses.

"Sure enough, you're waiting for me here."

Haas knew those people, and it was the mercenaries who had wounded him and caused his subordinates heavy losses. They are the second best training object for the outpost after the witcher, and they are many times more powerful than ordinary mercenaries. It can be said that they are the seeds of the witchers, and it is because of this power that Emily has mastered that she can become the master of Stere.

Haas knew that these people were about to awaken the magic pattern, and although they couldn't use similar devices, they had abilities. They can't be their opponents.

"Miss Emily said, I can't let you through." On the hill, a burly man rode a few steps forward, looking down at the crowd. "Go back, or die."

"Heh......" Haas laughed angrily. Lifted the hood and shouted. "What do you really think you are? This is the order of Young Master Winkton. Even your president can't stop it! ”

"It's just a woman, do you really want to be the enemy of the young master?"

The sound of scolding resounded in the night sky, but the figure on the hill remained silent, and the burly man on his horse looked at Haas coldly, and after a while he said in a deep voice. "I don't care who the young master is, I just know that it's Lady Emily's order."

"If you don't want to go back, then die."

As he spoke, he raised his hand, and the figures behind him stepped forward in unison, each taking out their glittering weapons from under their cloaks. Haas's pupils contracted suddenly, it was a low-level imitation of a powerful armor, a device-like device! If they open fire, then none of them will be left behind.

These people are indeed the elite who are about to become demon hunters.

It's just that they wouldn't have thought that Young Master Winkton had already prepared, right?

In the night wind, a black shadow suddenly leaped out of the void and swept through the crowd on the hill like lightning. I heard a dense muffled snort, and the mercenaries fell from their horses one after another. The shiny weapons shattered one by one before they hit the ground. The burly mercenary at the front suddenly widened his eyes and shouted angrily.

"The Witcher!?"

Before he could finish speaking, a red line appeared on his neck, and his head fell.