Slowly opening his eyes, Edward found himself lying in a tent with a sword beside him—his own broken sword, which I don't know who had brought it back and wiped it clean as if it were brand new.

The two fragments of the broken sword were neatly placed there, and if it weren't for the jagged crack in the middle, anyone would have thought of it as a new sword just because of the neat and new spine of the sword, right?

Looks like we'll have to find someone to reforge it...... Slowly stretching his body to get up from the bed, Edward smiled helplessly and sighed, such a good sword is not cheap.

When he left The Hague Castle before, Edward had wanted to make a new sword in the castle's blacksmith's shop, but unfortunately, if it was just an ordinary iron sword, it would not be expensive, twenty silver coins would do, but a little like that, using a knight's longsword with good steel quenching, it would cost nearly a hundred silver coins.

Probably because he was not used to the bandages on his body, Edward staggered out of the tent and walked out. The camp was littered with charred ashes, tattered fences, and the corpses of blood wolves. Next to several tents lay wounded, bandages on their bodies, leaning in pain against the campfire.

As for the dead, they were all piled up in a pit next to the woods for the time being, and the severed and mutilated bodies were so messed up that it was impossible to even distinguish that they were whole, and there was a foul smell in the thick smell of blood.

Walking to the camp's horse-reproach stake, the huge blood wolf was still lying in the mud pit, and all that was left of the original skull was a pile of black rotten flesh - Edward only remembered that he had actually slashed it in the throat last night, and it was a surprise to be able to cut off the whole head.

"The Radiant Cross bestows mercy on us, so that we and other lowly mortals know what God's will is, forgive the sinners, and let all souls ascend to the starry sky......" A prayer came from a distance, and Edward turned his head to see the little priest kneeling on the ground, holding the Glorious Cross badge he hung around his neck, praying a final prayer for a dying soldier.

"I, I've robbed other people's money, stolen things, and beaten my own father, and I'm guilty......" The dying guard clasped the little priest's hand tightly, and his eyes full of tears were full of sparkle of pleading: "I am willing to repent, and I have fought for the Radiant Cross, please pray for me......"

"The Starry Sky Kingdom will definitely open the door for you, and the Holy Messenger will guide you......" The little priest gently closed his eyes, and when he saw the last relieved smile of the guard before he died, Webber's cheeks finally showed indifferent sadness.

"This is already the thirteenth. The little priest's voice was full of grief and regret, and a deep sense of powerlessness: "I tried my best to pray for each and every one of them, but I could not bring them back to life, nor could I relieve their pain, and I could only watch them die. ”

"You've done your best, and I'm sure they're all redeemed when they die. Edward patted him on the shoulder, the little priest's face was obviously tired and tired, and he had to be supported even if he wanted to stand up: "Go and rest, we will continue on our journey soon, aren't you going to walk to Turin City?"

"It's different. Webber shook his head, picked up his crutch from the side very stubbornly, and let out a long sigh: "Pray for them, it is my duty to let these brave and fearless souls enter the Starry Sky Divine Kingdom, and it is the only thing I can do for them, so I will definitely do my best." ”

With that, some of the limping priests walked towards another tent. When Edward had not yet turned back, the little priest suddenly turned to Edward as if he remembered something, and said, "And Sir Allen, like me, has not rested since last night, and has been keeping a watch in the tent for Tasso—this is what Sir Rollas told me. ”

By the time Edward found the tent, Ser Loras had just come out of it. It could be seen that his expression was not very good, the overcoat on his body was all bloodstained, and the chain mail on his arm was also tattered, only the eyes were still so strict, he looked up at the black-haired boy who came over, and sighed softly.

"I heard Sir Leonardo say that it was the leader of this group of blood wolves that you killed, and he cut off his head with a sword, and did a good job. Sir Loras smiled reluctantly, and smacked Edward's chest with his right hand: "Before you become a knight, you will soon have another heroic deed to brag about." ”

"I've never thought killing was something to brag about, and I think you're the same. Edward shook his head, wondering why he was tempted to avoid the topic now, "How is Sir Allen?"

"It's still like that, keeping a wake for Tasso, from last night until now. Speaking of this, Sir Lawrence kept shaking his head: "Master Allen believes that he killed Tasso, and now is the best chance to atone for his sins." Speaking of which, I wish that Tasso could see this. ”

"Whatever he may have been, I must admit that at the moment of his death, he was a very competent captain of the guard, worthy of the honor and title he received. Sir Lawrence sighed and said, "If this stupid fellow saw Master Allen keeping a vigil for him, I don't know how excited he would be." ”

"It's a pity he can't see it. ”

"Yes, it's a pity that he can't see it—just like all of us, he will eventually return to dust, and dust to dust, and in the end he will have to stick his sword in the grave and live in the memory of others. ”

While the two of them were chatting casually, each thinking about their own business, Allen's little maid trotted down from the carriage in a hurry, probably in a hurry, and staggered to a stop in front of Edward and Loras.

"Sir Rollas, and Mr. Wittwood. The little maid was very well-behaved and bowed slightly: "Madame, please come to the carriage, there are some things that may need to be discussed." ”

"As Lady Angelica wishes. Edward smiled and saluted her back, while Sir Loras only nodded faintly, and the little maid smiled very reservedly, and turned and walked towards the tent where Alan was.

When Edward and Ser Lawrence arrived, they found that the knight of the sacred tree named Leonardo Cambrai had arrived, and that Lady Angelica was sitting on a chair that had been brought out of the carriage, and that her eyes were bloodshot, and it was evident that she had not slept well the previous night.

"Good morning, Sir Rollas. Mrs. Angelica smiled a little sleepily, "I heard that you sent someone this morning to look for the horses that were released last night, what was the result?"

"Thank you for your concern, my lady, it's basically all back. Sir Rollas, still with a straight face, said in a deep voice, "Only two horses have not returned, probably because they have been eaten by wild beasts or lost, but fortunately it has not affected our journey." ”

"But...... We are almost out of food, and there are quite a few wounded, and it will be very troublesome to turn back along the Turin Avenue now. Sir Loras told the truth, word by word: "I am afraid it will be difficult to hold out to the nearest town." ”

"Are you building yì and we continue to cross the forest?"

"Yes, it may be dangerous, but we can hunt on the road to reduce the consumption of food, and if we set out today, we will meet the nearest town in two days, where we can replenish food, repair wagons, and care for the wounded. ”

Loras was right, Lady Angelica turned her gaze to Leonardo, the Sacred Tree Knight standing aside, in some silence, but it was a little difficult to speak for a while, as proud as Lady Angelica wanted to ask for someone for the first time.

"Now that this damn group of blood wolves has been annihilated, I guess it doesn't matter if we deliver the mission later. Sir Leonardo stood here to show that he had actually agreed, and smiled kindly: "It is also an honor for us to be able to escort such a noble lady as you!"

"Your act of forgiveness is truly touching, and the Kwen family will always owe you a debt of kindness. Mrs. Angelica breathed a sigh of relief and smiled calmly—she was surprised that the other party could be so "intriguing": "I will never forget Jì." ”

"My father, the Marquis of Hollard, has always had a little misunderstanding with the Knights of the Sacred Tree, and I hope that I can explain it to him when I go back this time—in fact, he himself has always had a lot of respect for the Knights. ”

"If that is the case, then we will thank you, noble lady. Having said this, Leonardo did not take this seriously, and pointed to Edward, who had been standing behind Sir Rollas: "If you want to thank you, thank you for this little squire who is blessed by the Radiant Cross." Last night he was able to fight so smoothly, thanks to the fact that he killed the first wolf, that is a big guy who scares people to death!"

"Of course I won't forget about this. Lady Angelica smiled slightly, and turned to Edward gracefully and gently, with a slight hint of ridicule in her eyes: "Your little squire once pushed away my reward, I think this time it shouldn't be, right?"

"No, in fact I do want to be rewarded by you. Edward shrugged his shoulders with a sneer and knelt down on one knee, "Although it may be a bit difficult to say that...... As you may know, my sword broke last night, and I only have one sword on me, so if you can agree, can you give me a new one?"