"The credit for what you say goes to this fellow. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info," Ekor pointed to her white horse, "it was it who dragged it back by the reins." ”

"Hmm...... I mean, I used to call you little white face......"

"Maybe I'm a little white face. Icor shrugged his shoulders as he turned to look at the road ahead and muttered.

For a while, he hated his mother-like appearance, which gave some people another reason to make fun of him. For this reason, when the mentor Crulley half-jokingly said that he might as well be disfigured, he did so...... In the years since, the Demon-Quenching Dagger's personnel have changed like water, and now that I think about it, the Assassin who recognized him for what he really is seems to be dying—fate has ripped away his past like a blade, making him a different person...... Is this a gift or an ordeal?

"Do you think you're a little white face? No, no, no, you're definitely not, I've seen too many wretches in the army, most people will just go with the flow, and they will come as they want to explain, and they will never take the initiative to take care of things, let alone the kind of things that will cost their lives. Honestly, I didn't expect you to be the first to rush out, what do you think?"

"Perhaps...... I'm just a corpse with a life in it that I happened to pick up......," Ekor thought. When he saw Eliot's gaze with a look of confusion and a hint of reverence, he couldn't help but laugh and said, "I thought I had to minimize the loss as much as possible...... If all the horses were stolen, the convoy would be paralyzed. ”

"That's what I guess you think. The doubt in Elliot's eyes cleared up, and he tapped Eko on the shoulder, but soon retracted his arm.

Ekor sighed softly, "I want to ask you something, how did you get it to the 'Southerners'?"

He pointed again to "All right cookies", the four-year-old white horse was so good that it often made the man who tried to steal it suffer, and if the thief succeeded in stealing it, he could not throw him off the horse, and the boy would live longer. But then again, he actually had a chance to save the kid's life, but he chose to stand by because the man didn't care about human life. The question is, wasn't he like that in the past, in order to please Crulley, to get a word of praise from the man......

"It was the one-eyed dragon named Cross who made me do this. ”

Eliot's hurried words pulled Ekko's thoughts from memories to reality.

"I didn't ask you this. He frowned and repeated the previous question, and Elliot suddenly answered, and then pulled out a white headband and handed it over.

"This thing was also given to me by the one-eyed dragon, and he said that if the horse was disobedient, he would show it in front of the horse's eyes...... This should be yours, right?"

"It's my headband. Ekor replied. As soon as he finished speaking, he jumped out of the carriage.

This abrupt action immediately brought the carriage to a halt. The white horse "Okay Cookie" twisted uneasily at the front of the car, trying to turn around and go to his master's side, but there was no room to turn around on the narrow mountain road, and even the retreat was blocked by the carriage at the back. Seeing this, Echo hurried a few steps to the side of the white horse, and he took the reins in one hand, and pressed his forehead against the white horse's neck, as if drawing comfort from his speechless companion - the headband that Elliot had given him had been lost at the time of Elada, and it was supposed to have happened after the first meeting with Astut. At that time, he didn't pay attention to it, but now, what belongs to him has reappeared in Akaji...... He didn't want to think about the secret behind it.

In the blink of an eye, the carriage in front of him made a rutting stop, and Eight Fingers got off the cart sideways to the ground, looking at Ekko's eyes with a look of worry.

"What's wrong?" he shouted from afar, and walked quickly to Ekko's side.

"What's wrong, kid?"

Feeling a hand tapping her shoulder, Eko stretched her brow a little reluctantly, "I just suddenly felt a little uncomfortable, and I couldn't help ......"

These words made Bazhi's face suddenly show embarrassment.

"Can you hold on for a while?" he said, reaching for his pocket, "I've got some medicine, it's going to work." ”

"No, I'm just sick and thinking of something unpleasant. ”

"That's ......"

After a brief silence, Eight Fingers walked up to the carriage and gestured to Eliot, who was looking around. They quickly switched positions, and Elliot ran to the first carriage, while Eight Fingers patted the empty space beside him and motioned for Ekor to come up. In a few moments, the carriage was moving forward again.

"I said, child, are you feeling sorry for what is ahead?"

"Nope. Ekor replied rather smugly.

Eight Fingers smiled and shook his head, clearly not taking this answer seriously. He suddenly stretched his arms forward, and the two finger cuffs suddenly became conspicuous in the morning light, and the wooden texture in circles was like ripples in the water.

"My finger sleeve is empty. Eight fingers looked straight at the hand with a stunned expression.

"So you're going to talk to me about nicknames?" Ekor pursed the corners of her mouth, a slight hint of sarcasm on her face. If you want to talk about nicknames, his story is sure to be creepy.

"No, no, no......" the old guy smiled and waved his hand in denial, and then sighed deeply, "I used to work on a ship...... On the sea, if you don't see land for half a month, people are even more superstitious. But outsiders only see the money-making side of us...... At that time, that guy, my friend, pestered me to do his job. But as soon as he boarded the ship, he broke the rules, and the boat was very unpleasant, and many people died, and they were angry with the wretch, and wanted to hang him on the mast and kill him......"

"You chopped off two fingers to vouch for him?"

Eight Fingers nodded, and he suddenly shrugged his shoulders and smiled: "But you must not have imagined that after this man became rich, he would stumble me everywhere and do a lot of things to be sorry for me...... I mean, kid, we can't predict the future, so we just do what we want to do in the moment, and there's no need to worry about the unpredictable. As he spoke, he patted Ekor on the shoulder.

Ekor bowed her head in response. Croulley said something similar, only much shorter and more desperate as it sounded - don't make pointless expectations.

"Anyway, I'm very grateful to you for recovering a horse for the convoy, I'm really grateful, you really don't think much about the things that follow, who would have expected that the kid of that family ......"

Before Eight Fingers could finish speaking, the carriage in front of him suddenly stopped. Ekko's white horse hissed and kicked forward as it nearly hit the rear of the car. All of a sudden, I almost didn't throw my fingers out of the car. A moment later, both of them got out of the car, only to see Elliot running at them with a nervous expression, shouting, "Army people!"