"Who are they?" asked Kersmed towards Enqi.

"Probably some snowy bandits, take Miss Jamila out of here and go back to the tavern! Enqi said without looking back.

There were a few more sharp "whoosh" sounds, and several cold arrows were fired in this direction again, two of which were blocked by Enqi's shield, and the rest were nailed to the snow or tree trunks next to Kersmer and Jamila, and even one arrow was only a step away from where Jamila was standing.

Kersmund glanced at Jamila with a little horror and said, "Let's go!"

"All right!" Jamila replied in a panic, and quickly climbed into the back of the golden steed, and immediately rode north, while Kersmund mounted the military horse and followed her closely.

No sooner had the two men ridden away than several arrows were fired at where they had been.

Under the cold moon, on the snowy field, Jamila and Kersmod galloped away together in the direction they had come, without saying a word.

Back in the tavern, Grim and Jamila asked the vigil to go back to their room. Afterward, Minded sent Jamila back to the room she was.

In Jamila's room, both remained silent, and Korsmod looked at Jamila steadily, unable to speak for a moment.

Jamila was embarrassed by him, raised her eyebrows, pursed her lips, and said, "Hey! I've seen enough! ”

Eyemer lowered his head, sighed softly, and said, "I really didn't expect you to be Lady Jamila. ”

"Can't be wrong, I am!" Jamila squinted and smiled, "Why, you didn't think of that?"

"I didn't expect it!" Eyemed smiled bitterly, "This joke is too big!"

Jamila snorted, raised her eyelids, and said, "What kind of joke is too big, who knew that I would meet you again?" Then, her tone softened, "Brother Soraton, I think I should call you that...... Tonight, there are only five days left until our engagement ceremony, well, seriously, I'm looking forward to it, and I'm excited about it!

"Lady Jamila, this is really a big misunderstanding! Alas, I will tell you everything now, and I hope you will be strong and brave to face the truth. I'm sorry, Big Brother Soraton...... He had already died on the battlefield, and just five days earlier, in the Battle of Fort Ruda, he had given his young life...... "Lookmer said with great grief.

"Ahh

"No, I'm telling the truth, I've already told you, my name is Eksmerd, and I'm a student at the Royal Military Academy in Sagos. Two years ago, Big Brother Soraton saved my life, otherwise I wouldn't be standing here talking to you now. I hated and remorseful for my incompetence because I couldn't save Big Brother Soraton's life. All I can do for him is to listen to his last words, to convey to you the bad news of his death, and to pass on something to him. Kosmerd said with tears in his eyes.

He took out the small blue bag from his body, held it in both hands, handed it to Jamila, and choked up, "This ...... This is what Brother Soraton wants me to pass on to you, and he says that it contains a ring that he exchanged with you through your father ten years ago, and a letter that records what he wants to say to you. ”

Jamila stopped talking, but her eyes were already blurred with tears, and the tone of her expression at this time made her doubt the truth of what he said. She stared fixedly at the little blue bag he had taken out, and wept silently. It was a long time before she took it from him and opened the pouch. There was a blue ring in the pouch, as well as a small envelope.

The ring she had confirmed was the same one her father had prepared for her future husband ten years ago—and she had an identical one. The two rings were ordered by Jamila's father back then, and the exchange rings that Soraton mentioned were actually just a small ceremony that Beruga performed in front of him for the then young man and Yamila who was far away.

Jamila took out the small envelope, then opened it and pulled out a neatly folded note. She gently unfolded the note completely, then wiped her tears from her sleeve and began to read it earnestly.

After reading the words on the note, Jamila's whole body shook violently, and she was about to fall to the ground, but Kersmer quickly reached out to hold him, and Jamila's entire body, as if she had lost her bones, involuntarily fell towards Kersmer's body. Cosmod allowed her to fall all over herself, let her lay her head on her shoulders and weep bitterly, letting her tears soak her clothes.

Germund stood motionless, like a sculpture, as if the purpose of his existence at this time was only for Jamila to rely on to vent her grief to the fullest, and at the same time to find the last support in the collapse, and a little solace in the despair.

After crying for a long time, Jamila raised her head, stood up straight again, and said weakly, "What did Brother Soraton tell you before he died?"

"He asked me to get this little bag into your hands, and I did it now......! If you want me to take care of you in his place, this will ......," said Kersmed, holding back the tears that were about to burst out of his eyes, and said truthfully to Jamila.

"Does that make you feel embarrassed?" Jamila's grief seemed to deepen, and she glanced at Kersmoud sadly, and whispered, "Then forget it, you don't have to force it." ”

"No, I've promised Big Brother Soraton that I'm sure I'll do the same. Derm said firmly.

"And how are you going to take care of me?" a glint appeared in Jamila's gloomy eyes.

"I ...... I can teach you all my martial arts skills without reservation, or I can always be by your side and keep you safe. Ekmerd said solemnly.

The glint in Jamila's eyes immediately disappeared, she sighed, shook her head, and said, "I don't lack martial arts instructors or guards, because I already have Enqi's eldest brother at home, and I don't need you to take care of me like this." ”

Eksmeer, who has always been in danger, panicked because of Jamila's last words, and he hurriedly said, "Then I can ...... Well, actually, I don't know how to take care of people, especially a lady like you, but I'll do my best, and if you need my help, just tell me, and I'll do my best to do it for you!"

Jamila stared at him, but did not speak, and the sound of a cold wind howling came from outside the house, as if the sky was about to change.

Jamila suddenly discovers that her grief lies not only in the loss of her future husband, Soraton, whom she has never met, but also in the fact that fate has suddenly drawn so clearly between her and Kersmer, who she had 100% identified as her future husband not long ago, turned out to be a stranger with whom she had never known and had nothing to do with. For her, the vividness of the latter made her more sensitive, the former was just an insignificant trauma, somewhat hazy, while the latter's starvation was so real that it made her lose ......

Looking at the straightforward eyes of Ekmerd, Jamila sighed and said, "Forget it, I can take care of myself and don't need others to take care of me." ”

Korsmod could see the disappointment in Jamila's eyes, but he didn't know what to say or do, and he was at a loss for a moment. He glanced at the note that Jamila held in his hand, and said respectfully, "Lady Jamila, may you show me this note? I would like to see what the wishes of Brother Soraton are, and perhaps I can know what I should do for you......

"You take it out and look at it slowly, I want to be alone. Jamila handed the note to Kersmond, and when he had taken it, she turned and walked to the window.

Taking the note, Ksmund walked out and closed the door, after which he did not go back to his room, but stayed outside the door of Jamila's room, and by the dim light of the fire dear Lady Jamila:

When you see this note, it means I'm dead.

I have never met you, and have I, as your future husband, ever held an important place in your heart? What is your answer? I really want to know, just as I long to see you. But it's a pity that I can't make it, I can't make it to your birthday ball, I can't make it to my engagement ceremony, I can't catch up with the happiness that belongs to us.

When I was eleven years old, I saw you for the first time in the portrait that your father brought, and from that time on, I fell in love with you completely. Since then, I have witnessed your changes and growth year after year through the portrait brought by your father, and deepened my love for you. Until one day, that liking becomes something more persistent – and that's my love for you. One day to marry you has become the greatest honor and commitment of my life. I keep working on it and wait patiently.

I often dream of walking hand in hand with you in the church, longing to build a happy family with you. However, it backfired, and I finally died in a certain battle, unable to fulfill my promise to you, but at least I can guarantee one thing - the only person I cared about in the last moments before I died was you.

You don't need to grieve too much about my death, and don't be dragged or delayed in any way. From now on, you are no longer Soraton's future wife, and you must pursue your own happiness with confidence.

I have never really been present in your life, but I will be forever absent from your life. You think of me as a sea breeze blowing towards you from the shores of Tiha, and you only need to feel the sincere warmth that I have conveyed to you while you have heard of me, and you have satisfied me.

After I am gone, you will have to forget me for a new life—this is my first and last request to you.

Your most loyal warrior - Soraton

After reading the words on the note, Kosmerd burst into tears. He sighed heavily, and muttered to himself, "No! Brother Solaton, you will not and cannot be forgotten!"

Then, with his back against the wall, he held the note in his hand, and reread the words over and over again, understanding Solaton's feelings for Jamila, understanding his beautiful longing and bitter regrets, and couldn't help but fall into deep thought.

I don't know how long later, there was a sudden sound of hurried footsteps downstairs, and then the sound of two people talking.

The two men were visibly speaking in a low voice, so that when their conversation reached the ears of Kersmond upstairs, it was slight and indistinct, and he couldn't tell who it was, but he could be sure that one of them belonged to the guy at the vigil downstairs, and the other he couldn't tell who it belonged to—it might belong to Enqi, but it could also belong to someone else.

The conversation between the two men continued for a while before it came to an abrupt end, and then, hurried footsteps resumed, and soon they were approaching from downstairs to upstairs, apparently someone coming up the stairs.

When he heard someone coming upstairs, he straightened up, hid the note in his body, wiped away his tears with his sleeve, and looked towards the staircase.

Between the two rows of rooms on the second floor of this tavern is a narrow aisle. At this time, only a small pot of slowly burning charcoal placed at the end of the aisle provides illumination, and the entire aisle is not well lit, especially near the staircase.

Despite the lack of vision, Korsmund recognized at a glance the man who had come up the stairs and appeared at the top of the stairs - that person was Enqi.

After recognizing that person as Enqi, Kersmerd secretly breathed a sigh of relief, he really didn't want any uninvited guests at such a time, especially the minions of the Eternal Night Alliance.

"You're back!...... it's okay" Before he could finish speaking, Kersmod noticed Enqi's strange appearance, and his tone changed, "What's wrong with you?"

Enqi snorted coldly, did not speak, just quickly approached where Kersmod was, but the way he walked was obviously limping. Kersmund looked closely, and soon spotted a small slender protrusion on Enki's right thigh. At the sight of this slender object and the red blood stains around it, Ksmod immediately thought of the arrows that had been fired at him and Jamila not long ago. Immediately, he realized that Enqi had been hit by an arrow, and then broke most of the shaft, leaving a small shaft with the shaft of the arrow, which remained in his thigh.

Kersmund asked with concern, "Are you hit by an arrow?" Is the wound deep, let me see!", and with that, he approached Enqi, and reached out to hold Enqi, and then help him examine the wound.

However, just before his hand was about to touch Enqi's shoulder, Enqi suddenly stretched out a hand and pushed his outstretched hand away, and said angrily: "You don't need to worry about this!

Kersmod was pushed away by him, subconsciously took a step back, was stunned for a moment, frowned and said, "Why are you reacting so much? I just want to help you!"

"I can deal with this little injury myself, and I don't need anyone's help, including you!" Enqi looked like he was thousands of miles away.

Kersmund frowned, not knowing what to say for a moment.

"What are you doing standing outside Miss Jamila's room? She's okay, is she? I won't let you go if you don't protect her and cause her any loss!" said Enqi coldly.

"What kind of attitude do you have? Don't worry, she is not missing a single hair, but she will not be in a good mood now. "Eksmod remained calm.

Enqi glared at Ksmoed, unconcealed the annoyance in his tone, and said: "Bad mood? Why is she in a bad mood? Did you make her unhappy? You didn't treat her well before you became her official husband? After she became your wife, don't you just want to be more presumptuous? Hmph! How can our young lady marry someone like you who doesn't know how to cherish it!" Here in Kulau alone, there are many people who want to be good to our young lady, if it weren't for your luck, you have been engaged to our young lady since you were a child, how can it be your turn to marry our young lady?"

Kersmer shook his head and said sadly, "You misunderstood! I'm not Big Brother Soraton, my name is Kersmer." I came to Ms. Jamila because I was going to transfer some items to her for Brother Soraton, and Ms. Jamila was in a sad mood now because I had just told her the news that Brother Soraton had died in battle. ”

"What? You're not the same Soraton...... The Nord royal guard named Soraton, the future husband of the young lady, is dead?, and he is dead just as his engagement with the young lady is approaching?" Enqi asked in great surprise when he heard this fact.

Eyemer nodded bitterly and said, "You may have heard of the battle of the defense of Fort Rudada five days ago, and Brother Soraton died in that war. ”

After Enqi lowered his head and was silent for a while, he raised his eyes and said coldly: "It turns out that you are just a messenger, since now you have told our young lady the news and handed over that person's relics to her, then, now there is nothing for you to do here!

In order to fulfill his promise to Soraton, Minded had already made up his mind, so he said firmly: "I can't leave Lady Jamila yet, I want to stay with her......"

Without waiting for him to finish speaking, Enqi interrupted him and said, "What? Why do you want to stay with Miss Jamila? Do you have any other intentions? Let me warn you first, don't have any bad thoughts and dirty thoughts about our young lady! Otherwise, don't blame me for being ruthless to you!"