When the battle was over, Norman put away the background music and stood there resting.

His face grew paler, his chest heaved and he gasped heavily, and he breathed heavily, as loudly as the bellows of the blacksmith's shop, and one wondered if he would faint at any moment. If you look closely, you can see that his whole body is trembling slightly, as if he is about to fall down at any moment.

Just looking at his appearance as a leprosy ghost, I'm afraid no one would believe that this is the hero who just now beheaded all those invincible knights from his horse.

In fact, Norman's current physical condition is very weak, and he is not suitable for fierce hand-to-hand combat like just now, but in the chaotic situation where the two sides are entangled just now, the group magic that cannot intelligently identify friend and foe is completely useless, so he can only use this method. Fortunately, his movement just now was basically done by applying oil to the soles of his feet, and most of the offensive was composed of magic, and his pure physical strength only needed to play a tandem role, leaving most of his strength, so he survived a battle. But it was also this battle, and fortunately the number of the other party was not large, and it was even more fortunate that no one was Norman's enemy, otherwise the other party would have dragged Norman to death just by dragging him.

At Norman's side, with Norman as the center of the circle, blood flowed all over the ground, covered with corpses and wounded and wailing soldiers, and some surviving war horses stood helplessly on the battlefield, unable to wait for the comfort of their masters, and from time to time they raised their heads and neighed for a long time.

Durou, the fellow in the caravan, looked at Norman in the center of the field in confusion, as if he had seen this gentleman for the first day - this guy was lucky, and he didn't have much color on him.

Durroux looked at Norman with mixed feelings: although they had talked a lot these days, Durroux could not connect the murderous gentleman in front of him with the bard he remembered always smiling and carrying countless wonderful stories in his belly. This also made him so that for a while, he didn't know how to face Norman.

The rest of the caravan thought the same way, so a large open space was formed around Norman, and no one came up to talk, everyone was watching him, and the atmosphere was quiet and eerie.

In this atmosphere, a carriage slowly slipped by.

This is Norman's carriage, and it is Abel who is now sitting in the driver's seat.

These knights were indeed here for this gentleman who had been inherited from the days of the Magic Kingdom, so he knew better than anyone the true configuration of these knights: a one-star red-robed mage, three silver knights, and about twenty bronze knights.

It was a rather formidable enemy, so when they were easily slaughtered in such a clean and neat manner, anyone in Abraby's caravan would have been shocked. But since the person who did such a thing was a legendary figure like the redeemer in their family's prophecy, it didn't seem surprising.

Norman was surrounded by corpses, and the carriage could not be driven, so Able drove to the side and stopped, then he jumped out of the car, walked to Norman's side, and said to him, "Let's go." ”

Norman nodded, adjusted his breathing, walked over and got into the carriage, and left a message for Abel: "Take the man." ”

He was referring to the knight he had spared his life.

Norman's purpose in mixing in the caravan was to hide their identities, and now that they were doing this kind of thing, it was obviously impossible to go with the caravan again, and slipping away was the only option.

The surviving knight was a bronze horseman, but his arms had been removed by Norman in the manner taught by the Templar Order, and now his arms hung weakly at his side, sweating profusely, and he had no ability to resist, so he could only let Able come forward and drag him in the direction of the carriage like a dead pig.

Norman got into the car, and Abel dragged the captive with him, threw him into the car, and then jumped on his own and drove away.

The caravan was stunned and didn't react until the Norman and their carriage had left the place and were moving farther and farther into the distance, and they finally came to their senses.

Those who could still move knelt down towards the carriage in the distance, stretched out their hands and prostrated themselves to the ground, and did not get up for a long time, while those who were seriously injured and could not move were staring at the distant figure of the carriage, muttering incessantly praying to the Father for them......

In the distant carriage, Norman was torturing the captive.

Able sat in the coachman's seat, and there was some space in the carriage, and when the door was opened, the space was even more spacious.

In order to facilitate interrogation, Norman let the captive sit at the door, and sat in the carriage and interrogated him slowly, as for the last "person" in the carriage, Chen Qinghe, he sat there with his eyes closed like an outsider from beginning to end, as if nothing had happened, and demonstrated with his own actions how the dragon clan should react to the dispute between these "lowly ants", which can be called a model of the dragon clan.

"Who are you, where are you from, why are you attacking us?......"

With the help of Norman's killing, the captive quickly realized how terrible the lepery creature in front of him was, and combined with Norman's psychological threat, he quickly explained the origin of their group.

These guys were a man gathered by a viscount named Eli, and as they expected, the target of their operation was Abel.

Now that both parties were present and the doors were open, Norman finally understood the ins and outs of the matter after some mutual verification by both parties.

To put it simply, there is no such thing as an impermeable wall.

In the long seclusion of the Richardson family, the Viscount Eli, who was entrenched near Fort Ushuaia, followed the clues and learned that the family was likely to master the mysterious and superb alchemy skills, the unique kind, which attracted the greed of the Viscount Eli, and he casually found a name and brought someone to the door—although the momentum has stabilized over the years, this kind of drama between nobles in the United Kingdom of Augustus has never been indispensable.

The current power of the Richardson family is not as strong as this Viscount Eli, just when the news of the Sage came, Abel also fled, and the two sides chased all the way, which eventually led to Abel fainting on the side of the road and being picked up, so as to find the prophesied redeemer, and then these things happened.