The morning wind still carried the moist moisture, and the sun rising from the top of the mountain in the distance was as pure as if it had just been soaked, spreading the soft and fine sunlight over the whole land, as if even the dew drops condensed from the morning mist on the leaves of the trees had turned golden.

A nameless hamlet, where the flames burned all night – thatched huts, fences, watchtowers...... All the qiē disappeared without a trace in the flames, and only the smoking ruins still stood tenaciously on the land, telling the travelers who did not know where they were what had happened here.

After a night of fighting, the soldiers of Turin who had survived their lives did not wake up in their dreams, and Edward stood alone at the empty village gate, guarding a bonfire in front of him, carefully placing a piece of black bread on it and baking it.

Although this thing is also called "bread", it is definitely not the same thing as the bread he had eaten in his previous life, and Edward, who had already had his teeth once, was deeply troubled by this thing - not only was it mixed with a lot of wheat bran, but it also contained sand and strange scraps, hard as a brick. In addition to iron teeth and copper teeth, people who can directly use it to fill their stomachs must also have a pair of stomachs that are not bad.

But even this kind of food has already made the soldiers of Turin who have been imprisoned for two days happy. Most of the people could only get some unhulled barley porridge to drink, and after searching the whole village, they only found a few small pieces of poor air-dried meat, which were placed in a soup pot for everyone to warm up.

As for the food that the Dominicans carried, it was all charred with that fire, and no one could care so much about life and death, not to mention that most people didn't expect to survive.

"Is it a fire alone?" A cheerful voice came from behind him, and the broad figure of Sergeant William sat around Edward, with a smile on his stocky face, "I thought you would sleep a little longer, such a fierce battle, killing dozens of ghouls by yourself! ”

"So are you. With a chuckle, Edward, who had not yet fully sobered up, chatted with the veteran: "We are all the same. ”

"No, it's different. I'm not a fool, and I'm not a fool of myself - you saved us, you saved us all!" the veteran's expression became much more solemn: "Without you, all of us would have to wait there to die!"

"Yes, there are quite a few more deaths tonight, and counting you and the little priest, there are only a little over twenty left. But those who died, until the moment before they died, were still fighting to survive, not to be slaughtered like animals! We all have to thank you, though...... I still can't believe it. ”

"You know, those guys gave you the nickname 'Lone Sword'. Speaking of this, an interesting expression appeared on the veteran's face: "What happened yesterday will be made into a story, and your name will begin to circulate in the tavern of Fort The Hague!"

A trace of astonishment flashed in the heart of the black-haired teenager, this kind of story that only happens in old-fashioned biographical novels can actually be encountered by himself?

The thought of the bards holding the harp and wearing the burqa in the dimly lit tavern, singing poems about themselves seemed ...... Not bad yet?

"Have you figured out where you're going to go after that?, you've completed this 'mission', avenged your knight master, and then what?" Old William shrugged: "You have to have a place to go." ”

Where can I go...... The veteran's words made Edward ponder what he could do in this world, and even now, he still had the illusion that he was still in a dream, and that it was just a dream, although it was too real.

But no matter what, since he has chosen to continue the dream of this body, he must continue to walk - he must return to the capital of the Kingdom of Turin, the city called "Turin", return to the Knights of the Sacred Tree, return the knight's ring, and complete this mission.

In the memory of Edward Witwood, the so-called Kingdom of Turin was supposed to be a feudal kingdom on the west coast, and the capital was a densely populated and large port city in the northwest. To the west of the sea are innumerable island states, and farther away, on another continent.

The village where he is now is located in the southwest of the Kingdom of Turin, and is divided into a territory called "Fort Hague" - but that is only on the map, the real Fort Hague is a castle on a tidal flat, and a small town built along the port by the river.

If you want to get back to the capital, the fastest way is to get on a ship from the port of The Hague Fort, follow the river west into the sea, and then go all the way north - after all, in this world without railways, the only option for yourself who can't afford a horse is to see if you can be a temporary sailor on a certain ship and take a boat back.

In Edward's limited memory, he only knew that the owner of the Hague Fort was the Kwyn family, but he didn't know anything about the castle. If I had to say it, the Sergeant Major William and his brothers in front of him were actually private soldiers under the command of the Kwyn family.

"Come back to Fort Hague with us, Lord Kwyn will be very hospitable. Seeing the hesitant expression of the black-haired boy, Old William thought that he had nowhere to go, so he couldn't help but beckoned and said, "You can rest there for a few days, and then decide where to go next." ”

Looking at the other party's expectant expression, the corners of Edward's mouth rose slightly, and he shrugged his shoulders as if he had been persuaded by a veteran: "Okay, you are indeed right about one thing, I really have nowhere to go." ”

"Then come with me back to Fort Hague, hahaha......" The veteran laughed heartily, patted his ass and got up from the ground, his loud voice was like a loud trumpet: "Boys, get up for me, it's time for us to go home!"

One soldier after another was kicked hard by the veteran, sleepy-eyed and scolding to get up, but they were still very neatly carrying the things they should bring on their backs and tidy. Obviously, there are still veterans' loud voices on days like this, which they have long been completely accustomed to.

The little priest Weber Alexander got up from the humble floor in great silence, and after praying, followed Edward and looked at the soldiers who were packing up: "Are we going back?"

"That's right, go back to Fort Hague, I remember you came out of Fort Hague, right?" It was difficult for Edward to feel any ill feelings towards this timid but brave little priest, and even willing to offer some kindness - because the other party's appearance was fully worth it.

Even in this world, which is completely different from his previous life, Edward does not dare to completely conclude that the so-called "Radiant Cross" is nothing more than a nihilistic faith, and perhaps there are really gods in this world. In that case, he is still his "life-saving benefactor"!

The little priest's eyes obviously showed a little relaxed, obviously the past few days have also been a great test for him, the weak body obviously does not look like he has been trained, but he never deliberately shows it, but gritted his teeth and persisted, as if he was constantly spurring his ascetic.

"By the way, Edward, I remember the wizard named Aiden...... Webber looked at Edward as if he suddenly remembered something, and his eyes flickered, "He's from Dominica, right? And those mercenaries also said that he was a ...... of the Honan family."

Before the little priest could finish speaking, the expressionless Edward suddenly grabbed him by the collar and dragged him violently into the bushes on the side, reacting so quickly that the soldiers around him didn't even notice it.

The skinny Webber was pressed to the ground, and his iron pincer-like palms grabbed his throat, and he was paralyzed and didn't even dare to move.

The smile on Edward's face was long gone, and the dark pupils emitted a cold and piercing light, making the little priest have no doubt that he would break his neck, and that murderous look was like a demon coming out of hell!

"How many people have you talked to about this?" The black-haired boy's eyes narrowed into a slit, and his voice was low: "In other words, how many people know the true identity of that wizard?"

"No, no, uh...... That's how it should be. Webber replied honestly, looking at Edward with big frightened eyes without blinking: "Well, I don't know...... actually."

Edward's expression was solemn, this guy in front of him didn't know how many people he just said could kill, and the hidden secrets were enough to drag all those who survived to hell!

That's why he's never willing to let that Aiden wizard survive - he's just resurrected, and he's in a world he doesn't know anything about, and the only thing Edward can trust is himself!

If Webb inadvertently told the story...... It's a pity, but I don't have a second way to protect myself except to kill everyone.

"Remember, my dear Webb. The wizard who died last night was only an infidel, a nameless madman, a cruel robber, and had nothing to do with any noble family!" said Edward, slowly, and the two men looked at each other, "Don't talk to anyone again, or think about it again—if you don't want to kill us all!"

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