The older of the two guards was named Gretel, with a thin face and stubble on his lips and chin, while the young soldier between twenty-four years old was called Dildedo, with long eyelashes and large blue eyes, but unfortunately these eyes were born on a plain man's face. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Don't spurn them, if it weren't for Fleg, I'm afraid we'd be worse than those two. Gretel couldn't help but sigh.

He turned around and saw that Diledo was about to apologize with a dazed expression, when he suddenly raised his hand and knocked a chestnut on the young man's head.

"Shut up and get in the car if you know you've said the wrong thing, we can't keep Flegg waiting. ”

Diredo pouted, Gretel's words were not wrong, but he just had a hard time accepting too realistic. Looking at the one more person in the carriage than before, De Laydo couldn't help but exhale.

"Gretel, can this woman really turn us around?"

"Flegg will judge this, and we just have to do what we order. ”

Realizing that there was a slight dismay, Gretel's words were slightly dismayed, and Dildedo closed his mouth in amusement, and he entered the carriage and took the seat opposite the woman, and the carriage began to move.

The bored Diredo at first cast his eyes on the scenery outside the window, but after a long time, he couldn't help but look curiously at the woman lying on her side on the side stool, still unconscious.

Compared to most of the women Diledo had ever seen, this woman was particularly petite, and her size reminded Diledo of the Elves of the Southern Aifen who flashed on the west side of the Sentinel Jungle from time to time. The jailer said that she didn't touch the food in the prison at all, in that case, she wouldn't have eaten anything for at least two days, and she still had injuries on her body.

Diredo glanced at the strip of cloth that had been hastily tied around the woman's shoulder blades, the blood stains on which had turned a dirty rust color. It is rumored that the wound was inflicted by Fleg, and that the reason why Flegg did not shoot the woman through the neck as is customary is because the woman who was armed and arrested is far superior to him in archery, but is it possible? Flegg had instructed her to be polite when he gave the order, but ......

Diledo looked awkwardly at the rope that bound the woman's hands behind his back, and then couldn't help but duck back.

"Don't dream!"

Diredo secretly said that even Gretel deliberately turned a blind eye to this matter, so that he would not show favor to a woman whose name he didn't even know. What if she's the Assassin of the Quenching Dagger?

At this moment, the woman's eyelashes trembled slightly, and Diredo saw the signs that she was about to wake up, and hurriedly turned his head and shouted, "Gretel!"

"It's almost there. ”

Gratt's voice came from the front seat of the carriage.

"No! the woman is waking up!"

The carriage turned, the wheels rattled over the dimples in the ground, and the carriage shook, and Ola's injured shoulder hit the wall of the carriage, and she gasped and slowly opened her eyes.

In front of Ora was a strange guard soldier and a completely different sight from before she fell unconscious, her gaze lingering on the soldier's face for a moment, then sweeping around. Unfortunately, there is no frills in the trunk, and the slightly swaying curtains completely obscure the view from the window, although the light penetrates. Ola could only deduce that she must have been moved into the carriage while she was unconscious, but she couldn't guess where her captors were going to take her.

"Are you awake?" the soldier in front of him asked a question that was no different from a conversation. Ola gave him a wary look, then lowered her feet to the ground on the bench, and then managed to sit up straight with the strength of her waist and elbows against the bench. She knew what the other party was trying to say, so her eyes stared at the young guard soldier without blinking, and this kind of silent gaze was something that Di Ledo couldn't adapt to at all, he subconsciously lifted the corner of the curtain and muttered softly, "It's here." ”

Ola's gaze moved to the window as he moved, and although the curtain was lowered for a moment, she still recognized where she was—the Guards' camp.

Ola was stunned for a moment, this brick and stone building with horse rejection and arrow holes was so easy to recognize that even the villagers who had never seen the world could recognize it at a glance. Why did the guards bring themselves here? Just as she was in doubt, the carriage shook again, and then came to a complete stop.

Dilledo opened the door and got out first, but when he landed on his feet, he had another question, how could he get the woman in the car down? To be honest, Dildeau was a little concerned about the woman who had just been fished out of the "chicken coop", and he didn't want to make any reverie if it wasn't necessary, and after a slight hesitation, Ola got up from the seat of the car tremblingly, and then jumped out of the car with a "bump".

Weakened and without food for two days, Ola's feet softened uncontrollably as soon as they hit the ground. Seeing that she seemed to be falling, Dileido subconsciously wanted to help her, but he didn't expect that he was immediately knocked away by Ola just after reaching out a little bit.

Seeing Ola stand up straight as if electrocuted, Diredo couldn't help but turn dark.

"It's too neurotic!"

He muttered slightly, deliberately standing a little farther away from Ola. Gretel, who had tied up the carriage, came over at this time, he looked at the rope that was still tied to Ola's body, and then at Dildedo, who had a face full of 'none of his business', and couldn't help but rub his forehead, it seemed that he needed to beat both guys before taking this woman to see Fleg.

"What's your name?"

Gretel asked Ola, and his question was met with boundless silence.

"Okay, let me change the question. Do you know Fleg?"

Ora shook her head.

Gretel snorted lowly, then pointed to Ora's shoulder and said, "But your shoulder knows him." ”

Ola pursed her mouth imperceptibly, she remembered very well how the arrow wound on her shoulder blade had come from. Now, she knew that the person who shot and wounded her was called Fleg, but what did this matter have to do with the current situation?