'Whew!!'

Blood gushed out of the broken neck like a fountain of blood, spilling half of Ron's body.

"Ahem, vomit"

He bent down, opened his mouth, and spat out a mouthful of blood.

The internal organs seemed to be shattered, and the pain in his abdomen made Ron's vision suddenly blacken for a moment, and then returned to its original state.

"Closely"

He looked at the man's head on the ground with some pleasure, and sat on the ground unconsciously, gasping violently.

If it weren't for the words just now that made this man scruples, he would have died.

Ron ripped the clothes off his abdomen, and Ron looked at the wound.

A slender mark, not deep, but very long, extending from the abdomen almost to the chest, more than twenty centimeters.

The white skin rolled over, revealing the red flesh inside, and the blood seemed to have stopped automatically, as long as the movement was not too big, it was estimated that it would not collapse.

"It's okay, it's not a heavy cough"

He coughed again unconsciously, and a little blood spurted out of his mouth.

Compared to the abdominal injury, the last moment seems to be more serious.

Wiping the blood from his mouth, Ron took some difficulty to remove the red vial from his waist.

Pour some into your mouth and sprinkle it on the wound on your abdomen.

Suddenly, a sharp colic emanated from his body.

"Hmm, shit"

Cold sweat immediately covered his forehead, and his already pale face turned even paler.

However, as the colic continued, a faint warm current emanated from the inside of the body, and it seemed that the gold sore medicine was working.

With the appearance of the warm current, the colic in the body quickly receded and disappeared after a while.

Exhaling softly, Ron was about to bandage the wound in his lower abdomen when he suddenly felt like he was ignoring something.

He frowned, then jerked his head up and looked at a wood.

On one of the branches, Ron saw that the big gray bird from before was still standing quietly, as if it had not left from the beginning to the end of the battle, and the red eyes looked at his face without blinking.

And being stared at by this big bird, Ron actually had a creepy and weird feeling.

"This is the big bird that is used to communicate?"

He remembered that the man seemed to have found him with this bird, and that it seemed to be the same bird in the passage room before.

With a slightly gloomy face, Ron quietly grasped the cross sword in his palm.

However, the big bird, which had been quiet, seemed to sense Ron's killing intent, and suddenly spread its wings and flew up, and after the red bird's eyes looked at him deeply again, it flew quickly towards the depths of the woods.

"This guy. ”

Staring at the direction in which the big bird had disappeared, he put down his cross sword and quickly pulled out a piece of cloth to bandage himself.

Pick up the useful things from the corpse and put them on your waist without looking.

After disposing of the corpse and briefly cleaning up the traces of the battle around him, he returned to his tent.

I don't know if it was because of the man's death or because of the departure of the big bird, but the originally dead camp faintly heard a soft snoring sound again.

The two servants on duty yawned and opened their eyes, as if they were a little puzzled when they had fallen asleep.

They didn't even notice that a fierce battle had just taken place in the woods not far from the camp.

In the tent, the exhaustion was so thick that Ron couldn't think about it.

Although the injuries on his body were temporarily relieved, the physical strength and energy consumed after the battle made him unable to lift his spirits at all, and he fell into a deep sleep after a while......

The next morning, at dawn, the camp servants hurriedly packed up their things and set off, finding no traces of the battle that Ron had covered.

The team of horses trampled on the way back, making a loud noise.

Ron lay pale on the horse's back, his abdomen and internal injuries aching from the jolt.

And the lack of a well-rested spirit also made his eyes a little dark.

Granger, who was next to him, seemed to notice Ron's strangeness, and rode up to him and shouted.

"What's wrong with you, you didn't sleep well last night?"

Hearing Granger's kind inquiry, Ron nodded and replied aloud. "The first time I slept in the wild, there were too many bugs. ”

"Haha, I slept really well last night, it seems like I haven't been like this in years, it's weird. ”

Ron didn't say anything about Granger's doubts, but pouted secretly.

After a pause, he seemed to think of something, and looked up at Granger.

"Do you know what it would be like if you were really sure about the contents of that letter?"

"Maybe I'll have to report it to the Empire first. Granger thought for a moment, uncertain. "However, it's hard to say about this matter, everything depends on the lord's decision. ”

"Yes? I see. He nodded.

The letter intercepted from the Lane soldiers, if it was genuine, would have implicated many lords and nobles.

Treason is a very serious crime in any country regardless of the age.

As a whistleblower, you may get quite a lot of rewards, but it is more likely that you will be noticed by some convicted nobles, and you don't know what the consequences will be.

If the lord chooses not to inform the upper echelons of the empire, then for the Ryan Empire, the inside and the outside should be combined, and Best will definitely collapse rapidly in this war, and it is even possible for the entire country to be swallowed by the whale.

Then, the seriousness of the matter will be far greater than the former.

Of course, there is a third option, which is to secretly join the side of the Lane Empire.

However, this road is more treacherous, and if you are not careful, you can become a victim of the war between the two countries.

It seems that it really depends on the lord's decision. Ron thought faintly.

However, no matter what the outcome is, it doesn't mean much to them as followers.

Their duty is to follow the orders of their lord and carry out their tasks.

The choice is not in their hands at all.