Reinhardt suppressed his grief - it wasn't the first time he had lost his partner, and although he still couldn't contain his grief, he was a little better than Annabella.

Annabella had just graduated from the academy, and her life had not been good until then, but she was relatively stable, but in order to pay off her father's gambling debts, she had to take risks.

She is more in pain than I am, she needs help more than I do. With this thought, Reinhardt suppressed his sadness. He leaned over to Annabella's side, stroked her back, and whispered, "In our business, there will always be people who die, look away, you will get used to it." ”

Annabella almost cried hoarsely, she opened her swollen eyes and looked at Reinhardt with tears in her eyes, "No, no...... It's all my fault, if...... If I could be a little more powerful......"

Before she could finish speaking, she threw herself into Reinhardt's arms and wept bitterly. Reinhardt hugged her, stroked her hair with his hand, and coaxed her softly, "Good baby, just cry...... Oh, baby, good ......."

It may be the effect of Reinhardt's warm embrace, or it may be that crying out will indeed be a little better, in short, Annabella cried for a while and finally calmed down.

"Well, cheer up! We'll have to find someone else. Reinhardt looked around, "We can't afford to lose any more of our fellow people!"

Reinhardt first looked at the base of the wall—where Faust and Professor Pacien were studying symbols before the battle broke out—but he had nothing to gain.

The Professor's package was still there, but the man was gone.

He thought for a moment, and said to Annabella, "Let's go and meet Gaunt first, and then go to Professor Pacien and Mr. Faustus." ”

"I listen to you. Not to mention that Annabella had just cried a lot, and she was physically and mentally exhausted at the moment, even when she was in good condition, she didn't have any opinions, and of course she had no intention of coming up with an idea at the moment.

Reinhardt made up his mind, first picking up Annabella and then pulling her to Jebido's body.

He half-knelt on the ground, arranging Jebido's clothes, meticulously arranging his clothes that had been messed up from the battle, and straightening his blood-stained hair until they were smooth enough to go to a high-society dinner, and finally, he crossed his hands over his chest, holding Jebido's favorite dagger under his hand.

Reinhardt straightened up and looked at Jebido's rejuvenated corpse. The gloomy Jebido had never smiled in his life, but after his death, his complexion was so kind that his normally iron-blue face turned pale, and his own blood became the best blush.

Reinhardt stared for a long time, then bowed deeply at the end.

"Let's go, go save Gaunt. Without looking back, he walked in the direction of the grappling between Gaunt and Kuazza.

Annabella quickly trotted two steps to follow him, and after walking for a while, she stopped, looked back deeply at Jebido's body, and then disappeared with Reinhardt at the end of the hallway.

Reinhardt walked down the hallway, scrutinizing every clue at each intersection to determine where the big guys Gaunt and Kuaza were.

At first, the traces were easy to find—blood stains on the ground, handprints on the walls, severed tree roots, deep nicks on the stone walls...... Traces are everywhere, and Reinhardt doesn't have to look far to find them. The big man Gaunt and the samurai chief Kuaza were like two angry bears, and their place was in shambles.

But as time went on, the marks became fewer and fewer—first the nicks of the blades, which became shallower and less frequent, and then, the broken roots and bloody handprints decreased, and the two seemed to stop fighting furiously and instead spent a lot of time looking for each other's flaws, and the confrontation lasted far longer than hand-to-hand combat.

In the end, Reinhardt could only judge the direction of the two based on the blood that was still dripping - the distance between the two points of blood was getting longer and longer, and the battle between the two was becoming more and more of a contest of endurance rather than a fierce confrontation.

However, Reinhardt will never give up, "I will never ...... again Never ...... again Lost a companion!"

Kuaza crouched around a corner, panting. That damn dwarf, he cursed in his heart, if I met him again, I would strip him off!

He had a number of wounds on his body, several of which were very serious, the most serious of which was his left arm. He looked at his left arm, which now hung limply at his side, like a dead snake, swaying back and forth with its movements.

And there was now another wound on his chest, which crossed into a slanted cross with the original wound, and was still bleeding out.

But none of that mattered, Kuaza felt the slightest pain in his lower back, these were skin injuries, the most serious was nothing more than bone damage, and the short man's dagger stabbed directly into his lower back.

Kuaza lightly touched the wound in his lower back, the pain causing him to gasp, the knife had probably injured his kidneys, putting him at a disadvantage in the fight with Gaunt.

The damn dwarf!, he cursed again.

Thinking of the previous battle, he couldn't help but raise his respect for the big man Gaunt, that stupid reckless man, although his combat power had been greatly weakened, he could fight against himself for so long......

"It's not easy...... It's a pity that you are my enemy. Kuaza muttered to himself.

He could already hear the heavy breathing of the big man Gaunt, the man who was like a beast and would be found by him no matter how much he hid.

So why run away? Kuaza leaned against the wall, trying to stand up straight.

If you want to fight, you will fight!

Professor Pacien had a splitting headache, and he seemed to be walking along a dark road, not knowing where he was coming from or where he was going.

The only light in his world was the bizarre symbols that swooped in and whistled past the Professor's cheeks...... No, no, it's me moving forward, and the professor suddenly realized.

Reason jumped out of the dim corner of the brain, and its light instantly pierced the fog of ignorance, teaching a stirring spirit, and breaking out in a cold sweat.

The professor, who came to his senses, noticed that he was half-crouching on the ground, stroking the pattern on the wall with one hand, and holding a nearly extinguished torch in the other.

The professor hurriedly took out the spare torch from his backpack and lit it with the embers of the old torch.

The professor straightened up, staring blankly at the front and back, the passages on either side were pitch black, stretching to some unknown depth.

"I'm ...... Where?"