The note had been returned to Jamila, but the words that Soraton had written on it had been memorized by heart. In the years that followed, he decided to do what he could to make up for Soraton's regrets and fulfill his last wish to help Jamila pursue her happiness.

Thoughts were a mess in Kosmer's mind, like a snow that didn't know when it was going to fall.

The snow is getting heavier and the streets seem to be less and less pedestrian. Three men rode horses, mingling in the crowd, and marched along a straight street.

After walking for more than ten minutes, Enqi stopped and called out softly to Jamila: "Miss, we have arrived!"

Hearing Enki's words, Jamila nodded absentmindedly, but she did not restrain her horse, and did not seem to realize that she was going to stop. Seeing this, Enqi hurriedly dismounted, reached out and grabbed the reins of Yamila's crotch dismounting, and repeated at the same time: "We're home, miss, we can stop!"

Germund also dismounted, and watched from behind him the scene of Enki talking to Jamila and leading the horse for her. Enqi is always so patient and gentle with Jamila, without his usual indifference and arrogance, which is completely different from his attitude towards others. In front of Jamila, Enqi was completely like a different one.

At this time, to the right of the three of them, there was a tall gate, and on both sides of the gate, a tall stone wall stretched out. Enqi helped Yami to dismount, and walked quickly to the gate, and then knocked on the door vigorously, and at the same time shouted loudly, "Miss is back!

After a while, the door was opened, and four slaves, all dressed in brown cotton robes, came out, and after saluting the three together, three slaves each went to lead the horses of the three.

When the thin servant came to help him lead his horse, Kersmund stopped him by waving his hand and asking him, "Is Mr. Belluga at home?"

The servant replied respectfully, "Sorry, sir, our master has not yet returned. ”

Ksmerd hesitated, then walked up to Jamila and said to Jamila, "Lady Jamila, since your father has not returned, I will take my leave, and I will visit you again in a few days, and hopefully Mr. Beruga will have returned by then." ”

When Jamila heard what Seemer had said, she immediately came to her senses from her dazed state, and asked in surprise, "Why are you leaving? You can stay at my house and wait for my father to come back! ”

Eyemerd smiled bitterly and said, "It's not a question of whether there are any spare rooms, I'm afraid that if I live here, I accidentally get into a fight with someone, which will interfere with your normal life and cause you unnecessary troubles." Therefore, it is better to find a place to live near your home. ”

Of course, Enqi understood what Sensed meant, snorted, and said to Jamila: "Miss, since this distinguished guest doesn't want to live with us, then let's not force him, let him go!"

"Well, you two are really ......" Jamila looked at Kersmoud with complicated eyes, sighed, and said, "That'...... Well, you can find a place to live near my house, but remember, you must come to me in five days, no matter what!"

"All right, that's it, I'll be here in five days!Then I'll go first! You must take care!" With that, Kersmed walked briskly back to his horse, turned on his horse, and waved goodbye to Jamila as he rode out into the street: "Goodbye, Lady Jamila!"

"Goodbye!" Jamila waved at him as well.

After watching Ksmerd's figure disappear into the crowd on the street, Jamila sighed before turning around and walking with Enki through the gate towards her house.

With the notched iron sword on his back and the elite scimitar at his waist, Kersmurd rode the armoured military horse and blended slowly in the crowd.

Heavy snow was falling, and the voice was faint, like a whisper of sympathy between people. There are not many pedestrians, and the streets are not noisy, and there is peace and tranquility in the snow.

In such an atmosphere, Kosmode's mood involuntarily entered a state of relaxation. But soon, his nerves suddenly tensed - his sharp instinct told him that there was more than one person quietly following him behind him. He glanced back behind him several times, but he didn't notice anything unusual, so he had to keep walking.

However, the feeling of being stalked lingered in his heart and made him feel uncomfortable. So he began to speed up the horse's movement, but the street was full of people, and the horse could not run fast.

Just as Ksmerd was paying attention to the situation behind him, in front of him, a shout suddenly sounded: "The Nord royal guards are a fart!

The shout, like a thunderbolt from the blue, rang out in Kersmer's mind, and he immediately turned his head to look in the direction from which the shout had come. It's just that that place happened to be a fork in the road, and it was crowded, and he really couldn't tell who made this shout from there, but this shout gave birth to many questions in his heart.

"In any case, it is impossible for Brother Soraton to hear this shout now, what does the person who shouted this sentence mean?Who is he? What is the relationship between him and Big Brother Soladon? Could it be that one of his enemies appeared here and mistook me for Soraton like Lady Jamila? In other words, it was shouted to me? However, I have never seen it, how did this feud end?" Thinking of this, Kosmed frowned, reined in his horse, and looked intently in the direction where the voice had just come from.

"Soraton, you're a waste!" After a while, the shout sounded again, and at this moment, Kosmerd, who was contemplating and listening in all directions, immediately determined the exact direction from which the voice came.

Before the shout fell, Ksmerd's keen gaze fell on the source of the sound—a tall, thin figure walking in the crowd. The man walked slowly through the crowd as he looked to Kersmer's side. As Kersmed's gaze crossed the barrier of the crowd and made contact with the man's, the man finished his speech and was about to close his mouth.

After determining the target, Sense, who was already enraged by Soraton's insults, did not hesitate to approach the man. Seeing that Minder was rapidly approaching him, the fellow hurriedly turned and ran towards an alley next to the street. The man was light-legged and fast, but Kersmeer rode faster than him, and within seconds he was behind him. However, the man immediately turned to the side and turned into another alley. Kersmund had no choice but to turn the horse's head and let the horse turn, but in such a narrow alley, the horse's turn was not easy, and Kersmund had to slow down and control the horse's pace before he could barely turn into another alley.

In this way, the steering of the horse on the horse of Kersmund was much slower than that of the man, and he was instantly distanced by the man again. After entering another alley, Kersmod didn't have time to think about it, and immediately rode in pursuit.

In this way, the man ran in front, and Kersmoud rode in pursuit, and soon turned three alleys. Riding a horse in such an alley, it is really not an easy thing, it is not much of a problem to rush straight in the alley, and you can still follow the guy closely, but when you get to the corner, the speed drops sharply, not to mention, it is still very thrilling, and Eksmerd almost hit the wall with a man and a horse, fortunately, Eksmead's riding skills are not bad, and the strain is timely, otherwise he may have hit his head and ended up bleeding.

Kersmoad adapted to the turn from alley to alley, faster each time, and after getting his crotch dismounted to complete the turn faster than the previous three times, and turned into another alley, Kersmod immediately rode after him, and instantly closed the distance with the guy in front of him. It looked like it was about to catch up with the guy - the head of the horse's crotch was less than half a foot from the man's back. But just as Kersmund reached out and was about to grab the guy, the guy happened to run to the mouth of an alley. The next moment, he turned almost against the wall around the corner. Narrowly, Korsmund couldn't catch him, so he had to rein in his horse and turn around.

Before Kosmerd could turn into the alley, and before he could see the alley, a dozen long sticks were already attacking at his place.

Kersmund hurriedly pulled the reins of the horse hard, trying to stop the horse immediately. The horse's front hooves lifted, and the man stood up and let out a long neigh. In this way, most of the dozen or so long sticks struck the horse's body, and only three or two poked at the horse's back. And when the horseman stood up under the crotch, he pressed his hand lightly on the horse's back, and his body was separated from the horse's back by force, and while dodging the long sticks, he leaned backwards and fell to the ground.

By the time his feet touched the ground, his center of gravity had lost, causing him to be unsteady on his feet, so he simply rolled sideways to the ground next to him. As he rolled, he pulled out the iron sword on his back. When he got back to his feet, several enemies armed with long sticks rushed at him again.

He didn't have time to think about it, and while blocking with the iron sword in his hand, he immediately retreated and dodged, so as not to be surrounded by more enemies. The military horse had been hit by more than a dozen sticks, and although its armor provided him with the necessary protection, it still suffered multiple wounds on its body. When its front hooves hit the ground again, it rushed forward like crazy in pain, knocking out three or four people who didn't have time to dodge, including the one who had lured Kersmund here and was panting.

The dozen or so men armed with wooden sticks, all dressed in short linen robes, looked like ordinary citizens. After their failed sneak attack on Kersmer, they immediately followed up and launched a siege on Kersmer. Grim calmly responded, facing the dozen or so long sticks that were coming at him, retreating and dodging, and using the iron sword in his hand to make the necessary block.

The opponent's superiority in numbers and the length of his weapons was so obvious that it was difficult for Kersmund to resist for a while, and he had to keep retreating and dodging, with no chance to fight back. There were so many long sticks that came at him that on several occasions he was unable to dodge and was grazed by several long sticks against his body, leaving him with several bruised wounds.

Kosmerd struggled to suppress the growing panic in his mind, keeping his composure, and the more times like this, the more he had to keep himself calm. Because he knew very well that shortness of breath and scrambling would only make him die faster.

By a few seconds, Kosmod had largely settled into the rhythm of the opposing team's dozen men – determined by their long-stick weapon proficiency and agility. At the same time, he also made a rough judgment and a rough understanding of the advantages and disadvantages of their weapons. The opposing side had too many men and too long a weapon to defeat them by attacking their weak points with a late strike, but he soon found a breakthrough.

Kosmerd dodged sideways with a long stick that stabbed him straight at the head, and at the same time, swapped his right iron sword to his left, blocking the blow that was slammed into his left shoulder. Then, seizing the right moment, he jerked out the best elite scimitar from his waist with his right hand, and swung it from the bottom to the top, striking a wooden stick that poked at his chest impartially. Listening to the sound of "click", the extremely sharp blade cut off the wooden stick in an instant before it made a graceful arc.

Next, while dodging, Ksmund saw the opportunity in this way, and constantly used the sharp scimitar in his hand to cut off the wooden stick that hit him in an instant, so that the long stick in the hands of more than ten people on the other side gradually turned into a short stick, and the short stick gradually turned into a stick. As more and more of the opponent's weapons became shorter, their advantage was gradually lost, and Kersmod gradually took the initiative with his much faster shots and swords in his hands.

Korsmed swung his sword and bullied the men in front of them, and at the same time knocked the enemies to the ground one by one with his feet, the hilt and the hilt of the sword, because it was about Soraton, and Germund did not want to kill innocents until he found out the truth of the matter, so he did not hurt them with his blade or blade, but only knocked them to the ground.

Seeing his companions fall on the ground, two of the remaining three men immediately turned and ran, and the other immediately threw down the short stick in his hand and raised his hands in surrender. Instead of chasing the two escapees, Kersmund grabbed the surrendered fellow's chest and clothes, and shouted at him, "Who are you? Why did you do this to me, and when did I offend you?"

"I'm sorry, sir, yes...... It was our host who wanted to see you and then let us please ...... Please come over ......," the man with a large black mole on his face quickly explained.

"Ask me to come over?" do you call that please, and who is your master, and what is he looking for me?" asked Kersmurd.

"Our master is Mr. Oslo, and we don't know what he is looking for you for, we just do what he commands......" said the man in awe.

"Oslo?" Kersmund repeated the name, but he was completely unfamiliar with it, unheard of.

"Your master and the ...... Do you have any grudges against me, and why did you invite me to see him in this way?"

The man was embarrassed and said, "This ...... Come with us, sir, and then talk to our master in person......