Al took one last look in Miranda's direction, and followed Gran down the wall, behind whom the soldiers who had extinguished their torches were fading away.

As they passed by the soldiers on duty, they lifted their masks one after another, and after saluting the commander, they almost all smiled at him who was following him.

Among them, Al even saw a one-armed soldier.

Their roots are the same as those of the prison guards, they come from the same place, they have received the same training, and they wear the same armor, but this smile makes Al deeply believe that they are different, even if they were the same. The sudden rise may have come from the reddish-brown patches of the worn armor, the blood of the werewolves, themselves, and their companions.

Difficult to erase.

After about seven or eight soldiers, he came to the blood-colored clearing on the inside of the city gate, and the commander did not send him too far, in fact, Gran stopped after going down the staircase, and only turned his head to look at Al's face, a little distracted.

"Do you look at my appearance, does it look like I'm overly drunk?"

Gran shook his head, not answering at all, but looking away.

Al smiled, took a few steps past the Commander, and smiled back, "Goodbye." ”

After speaking, he didn't look at anyone more, nor did he look at the closed line of life and death, he strode forward, and after walking a few steps, he heard Gran behind him whisper, "When you come, you look like a hero, but when you leave, you ......."

Like a deserter, Al silently made up in his heart, isn't he a deserter, with his back to the rising sun, escaping from the city wall, even the shadow is stretched on the ground, if it weren't for his feet, I'm afraid it would have been the same as that complicated heart, I don't know where it went.

There were two soldiers walking in front of him, but their direction was not much different from him, one of them was holding a torch in his hand, and the other was carrying a large bucket of grease, looking along their angle, they could see the wolf corpses piled up into several small mountain bags, when the gray Grim Reaper died in a heap, except for the huge wolf head, in fact, it was not much different from humans, the main color was also red and black, and gray was just an embellishment, just like the gold and silver colors representing the armor were also just embellishments.

He had to hurry up, otherwise the smell of roasted meat would dispel the nearby blood and slight rancid smell with the breeze and unstoppably hit his nostrils, and he planned to walk along the South Gate Avenue at his feet for a while, and then turn southwest to leave the avenue, if he was lucky, maybe when he arrived at the White Bull's station, the mercenaries had not yet left.

Until then, it's best to use code words to get a set of mixed armor, a red cloth belt, a mercenary sword and something like that, oh, it's to match the storm with code words, he thought, thinking that there should be a smile here, so he grinned hard, but he didn't have to think about it, he also knew how ugly this expression was.

After adjusting his mood slightly, he finally smiled at the air with a fairly natural smile.

However, he didn't go far, he could even hear the shouts of the two soldiers, and the smile froze on his face, because mixed with the sound of the roar was the footsteps of human beings running quickly, the sound from far to near, and the leather boots [puff puff] tread the earth, this sound quickly overpowered the shouts of the soldiers, and became clearer and clearer.

He couldn't help but stop, the sound resonating with the memory in his head, causing a bout of dizziness, or perhaps just the after-effects of excessive blood loss. Time and space distorted, he seemed to return to yesterday, the picture of Miranda pulling the hem of her skirt running towards him was vivid, and the frequency of the swing of her long white legs gradually overlapped with the sound of running behind her, when the realism of the picture was raised to the extreme.

He was hugged from behind, and around his chest, it was the pair of white soft wattles that he had been holding in his hands for the past two days, and the people who came to him bumped into him, and the inertia made him stumble under his feet, and it took a lot of strength to stand firm, and the whole process seemed as if he was the only one who cared if they would fall down in the street.

She didn't care about any of that.

Miranda's height has not yet been determined, and her head can only rest on the back of Al's heart, but at this moment, the two beating hearts are closer than ever. One ran out of breath, the other was dizzy, and he didn't speak for a while, and there seemed to be only that heartbeat left in the consciousness of both sides.

After some time, Al felt his back warm and seemed to be wet, and at the same time heard the trembling voice of the person behind him ask, "Where are you going?"

The tremors quickly spread throughout her body.

Al thought about it and bluntly told the other party that he couldn't take her with him anymore and wanted to find his own light.

The trembling intensified, giving rise to whimpering, and his back became more and more wet, as if it was not a person attached to it, but a large leaky hot water bottle, and the hand on his chest became tighter and tighter, and he never realized that the strength of this little girl was so great that he was even a little out of breath.

He really didn't understand, what the hell, Gran was a Templar, an awakened person, why couldn't he even stop a little girl? Also, she slept well, who woke her up?!

No one gave him an answer.

A low whimper slowly accumulated something in that young heart, and at some point she broke out, crying and crying so sadly, that she hysterically questioned Al, "Why did you take me out of the fire in the first place?......, if you were going to leave me behind?"

The supple little sheep suddenly turned into a shrew, poking Al's cheek with a sharp question, and he didn't know how to answer, but he pulled at his hands with a cold face.

In just two days, Miranda's roots were wrapped around his body, and this pull made the little girl almost faint in distress, she stood unsteadily and fell to the ground, and struggled to get up and hugged Al tightly, shouting like crazy, "Do you want to leave with blood when ......you put your hand in your chest?"

Shouting and shouting, her voice changed and turned to pleading, "Please don't take it away except for it......"

"You don't even know what you're talking about. ”

She was really sick, Al was a little shaken, but it was absolutely impossible for him to take the other party, first he said the reason for entering the East Outer City, which concealed Nisa's identity, and also made it clear that she would definitely die if she went out, and finally said softly, you are still young, when you grow up, one day you recall today's picture, I am afraid that you will laugh at what you have done at this moment.

Of course, these words only provoked a stronger rebuttal from the other party.

He can only change his words, with the mentality of making up stories, telling some kind of story that he can't understand himself, and in the meantime, Gran will take good care of you, he's a good person, if you grow up-

The howling and crying gradually reduced to a small sob, and the little girl choked up and interrupted him, "How can you grow up? Can you afford to hold a sword?

Al didn't know how to answer, so she begged in every possible way, and then swore as if vowing, "I will be very well-behaved, even if I am afraid, I can still pick up the sword for you, and if I meet those people again, I will not run away, really, I promise that I will not hold you back again, even if I die, I will not scream again......"

He was speechless, just thinking about getting out of here as soon as possible, and in desperation he could only say how could I be willing to let you die? Then, according to the other party's wishes, he finished the story, and finally said that let her follow Gran well, if one day she can become stronger, and after that, this ridiculous idea still does not change, he will go to the church to find her.

The sobbing continued, but the hand around his chest gradually softened, and Al took the opportunity to tear off the restraints on his body and strode forward, but the tightness in his chest not only did not disappear, but gradually worsened, just like the growing crying behind him.

She sat on the ground crying heartbreakingly, staring at the man's shrinking figure, but never caught up again.

I don't know how long she cried, a big hand touched her head, and suddenly she thought Al was back, and she hurriedly raised her head, but only saw a knight in gold armor.

The expression on Gran's face suddenly resonated in her heart.

......