After Wellington's words were finished, Duke 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 has actually asked similar words no less than ten times, and the object of the question has changed a lot - those knights who used to fight together have passed away one by one, and whenever someone dies, Duke Angmar will say 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 when they were young, 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 - what kind of path did he embark on in the past few years when he was ill, which 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.

Hearing a faint 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.

There was some tightness in my chest and a lot in my throat, 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 this, 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 it, 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?"

"Me? I think it's okay to just 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'll just straighten and bandage you, then you won't want to hold a sword for the rest of your life."

There were three people in total, as if they were using themselves as teaching materials, and 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 didn't pierce the skin and come out, or she was infected, but she was in trouble."

"What is an infection?"

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

Akasha listened in a daze, and gradually remembered what she was hurting for: the secret passage, the wound on her back...

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

Can't think of any other possibility in her heart, she immediately thought that these people were "Rosicrucifixes", 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 in the evening and pretended to be a big man, and it is not suitable for the past. We'll send it again tomorrow, it's no problem, those magic sticks should be treated with magic spells, just make sure the wound is clean now. ”

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

"Alright, now let's get the splint on, and Sodrore will help me pull her hand—yes, Ruger, clip the plank—crooked... It's too crooked, it's coming over - okay, bandages... What about bandages? Grandma's, Sodrol 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? No, after all, he got rid of the "pit viper cross"; Wrath? Furious, Rubens' attack made Akasha's anger burn her heart as if it were burning her heart - but the thought of revenge was immediately clouded 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 strength and strength, even if he finds him, I am afraid that he will be shot to death in minutes.

There was a little unwillingness 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 was almost able to 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, Luge, tell a few people to pack those stones, and we'll rely on these for dinner when we get back."

"Captain, is this thing so valuable?"

"It's not something you have to worry about, I'll think of an idea about making 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 into a coma, 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 be sure 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 Sodrore 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 the plan, by the way, on the twelfth, a batch of horses came to Nolan Village, and we solved it - it is estimated that no one will dare to go there to rob grain in a few years."

"Is anyone hurt?"

"Small injuries, they're almost all better now, but there are still some losses in this battle today, although there are no serious injuries, but they still have to be recuperated for a while."

"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..."

After 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 the belief that sustains you to do so much? ”

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

"Status?"

"Yes, that'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 how to say goodbye to it—such a state is numb and ignorant, because the farmer basically does not know the knowledge that he has no access to. 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.

"His state may be like this all his life, but what if one day, he starts to learn continuously, accumulates a lot of knowledge, and knows a lot of new things?"

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

"Yes, his state at this time is like a germinating seed, and it has begun to grow in a direction - 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 wretched people in the orc kingdom and slaughtered their pillar witch doctors, what made me do this? In fact, the state I was in at that time was... Fearful. ”

"Afraid of them?"

"No, I'm not actually afraid to face them, I'm afraid of all the effects these guys may have on the kingdom's land in the future—those are the things that scare 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?