Looking at the water marks that extended up to the window on the second floor, Robin couldn't start for a while, someone had already crossed their defenses, and it would definitely be too late to climb up. Rock climbing may not be included in the training.

After being stunned for a moment, the brain of the urgent short circuit reacted, there was no need for him to be unable to get past this wall, and it was faster to take the stairs around the road.

The reacting monk strode towards the main entrance of the clinic, pushed open the hidden door, and broke into the hustle and bustle.

The grinding of pen and paper and the slight popping of the fire flowed gently, and everyone was busy, unaware of what was happening.

The apprentices, who were finishing up paperwork and boiling medicines, thought that they were unlucky ghosts who had come to the doctor with an acute illness at night, and were about to be selected to wake up the doctor. But it didn't look like there was anything wrong with it, and there was no patient behind it.

The assistant on duty got up from behind the counter, dropped most of the blank lists, and came forward: "Dr. David is on the second floor, I'll go up"

Robin didn't have time to explain what was going on, so he crossed him to find the direction of the stairs, leaving a cadre and the already inaudible dissuasion behind.

In a hurry, I could only think of one more possible victim upstairs, and as for whether I could face the intruder who had hit my colleagues alone, they were all ranked secondary.

In the worst-case scenario, as long as you can delay for a while and the opponent can't achieve your goal with peace of mind, even a few rounds, the support with the advantage of numbers will arrive. Time is on its side.

"Don't come here!"

When he shouted this, the stairs under his feet had already come to an end, and he was standing at the entrance to the second floor of the clinic, the shouts echoing off the unlit winding corridor, as if admonishing himself.

Worse than encountering multiple enemies is a quiet, dark, seemingly empty environment.

But Robin knew that the pagans who had been planning for a long time were here, in the limited space separated by corridors and doors.

Instinctively, the fear of lightlessness flooded, but he overcame that feeling and took the first step into it, landing on his heels and slowly dropping the soles of his feet to blend into the atmosphere.

The sense of direction is disrupted by the fierce running, and the disparate layout of the two floors makes it difficult to determine the exact orientation of the intrusive windows.

The room that was still lit on the outside seemed to be turned off at some point, and there was no light leaking from under any door. This made Robin particularly worried, and he accelerated the pace of exploration, perhaps he was already a step too late.

If you bring the light up, it should make him more daring, but it will also directly expose the position and be passive.

The current situation is exactly the same as the one who has just been hit hard, the same confined environment, the enemy is in the dark, and I am in the light.

He has no way to quickly identify potential victims and enemy locations in such a situation, and there may have been people who have died without being able to make a sound, and dragging it out will only amplify this "possibility".

And after a few days of snooping, most of the other party has figured out the general structure of the floor, and the advantage is greater.

So Robin was ready to make a somewhat risky move.

"Heavenly Father, bless your servant." The boot lifted, but this time instead of falling gently, it made a clear footstep at a normal speed. At the same time, the dagger is unsheathed.

In order to make sure that the other party really heard, he took a few extra steps and passed through a number of doors behind him.

I believe that few people refuse such an inducement, as long as the only obstacle is cleared, they can do whatever they want before reinforcements arrive. There is no doubt that they do not belong to one of the "few".

The old wooden shaft spun rapidly and let out a terrible screech like a terrible moan, which became the first note of the scene. Obviously, the other side also wants this to be the last one.

A door opened, and the danger that had been lurking behind it came closer, and before the sound of tooth sore could dissipate.

Even though he had expected it, Robin couldn't help but panic a little, trying to avoid it to the side, leaning against the wall and kicking towards the approximate location of the opponent's attack.

The kick hit something, and the attacker staggered back, slammed into the door panel and bounced open, uncontrollably unbalanced and lunged forward. The monk who seized the opportunity handed out the short sword and pierced through something with ease.

With a familiar smell of rust, the pierced body quickly became heavy after a final struggle, unable to fall, and the crisp metal weapon fell to the wooden floor.

He knew that he had won the bet, and the benefits were enough to match the risk, and he succeeded in reducing the opponent's number of personnel in the first encounter, and the situation was very good.

It's just too simple.

The seriously injured image of his companion flashed through his mind again, even under siege, this level alone was far from making a well-trained monk lose his combat effectiveness quickly.

The inconspicuous sound of the wind came from behind him, and Robin, who was vigilant, did not miss this detail, and retreated in time, only to feel that the sharp air flow lifted the hair ribbons, and something fell heavily.

A loud bang erupted from beneath his feet, and the tremor made his body in contact with the floor tingle slightly.

There was a tingling sensation on the bare face, and small, sharp pieces of wood broke out and stuck to the skin. Compared with this pain, what is even more frightening is the strength of the representative behind it, regardless of the bearing capacity of the arm, and smashed it round.

And that wasn't the end of it, the man strode forward, a heavy whistling sound signaling a second attack without stopping.

In the low light, only a figure with an unusually slender arm could be seen, almost exerting the destructive power of the blunt weapon in his hand to the extreme, even a knight in full armor had to give priority to avoiding.

Before he had time to think about why such an arm could be so tough and withstand such a huge reaction force, Robin pulled away with his hands and feet, rolled and dodged towards the staircase.

This wasn't something he could handle alone, and the huge gap quickly helped him remember that his original intention was to attract attention and delay waiting for support.

The figure showed a agility disproportionate to brute force, and instead of stagnating, it approached as if it were not affected by the two swings at all, raising its weapon condescendingly, without giving the slightest respite.

[Unreasonable. 】

Robin couldn't dodge it, raising his dagger in a desperate attempt to fend off, wondering if this was his last thought.

The sharp pain of the torn webs between the fingers of the thumb indicated that the force was greater than expected, and the dagger came out of his hand, only slightly changing its trajectory and slamming into his ear.

Tinnitus with a metallic trill buzzed and a dull pain rampant through his skull, and he felt some kind of hoarse, gloomy cruel chuckle that seemed to be content with the destructive power.

The man, or something, in human form, pulled the weapon out of the broken planks, and the overly heavy, flat, blocky hammer showed that it should have served some other purpose, perhaps a stonemason's or blacksmith's tool, more than enough to shatter bones.

Robin felt like he could see the other man's face, a face so white that it looked like it had been in a coffin for days, outlined asymmetrically by the light from behind.

The other party also sensed the light source of intervention, temporarily put aside the monk who had lost the ability to resist, and turned his head to look.

A girl in pajamas, holding a candlestick, probably heard the noise outside, and pushed the door open to check. She looked a little dazed, as if she had just woken up from a deep slumber and didn't understand the situation.

There is no need to have any extravagant hopes for pagan morality. Brother Robin made the most correct decision he could think of at the moment, and with the last of his strength he took his arms around his leg and shouted to the girl:

"Run!"

I'm really embarrassed, the National Day is a little busy, and I finally finished the paper.

The tutor asked us what we were doing, and I didn't know what to say.

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