In the dense woods covered by dark clouds, the faint moonlight shone through the gaps separated by the lush leaves.

A string of blue flames rose up in front of the man in black, illuminating the darkened glade. The scorching flames hung low in the air, forming an invisible fist of flames. The man in black raised his hand and waved, and the flame fist in front of him rolled up a whirlwind and flew forward rapidly. Roy leaped sideways in a hurry, dodging the flaming fist that was coming at him. The ferocious flames exploded on the ground six feet away from him, and in an instant, the flames flew in all directions, forming a dazzling scene, like a spray of fireworks.

Some of the leaves that had withered on the branches were burned into scorched leaves with black smoke, and small potholes were burned in the surrounding mud, and when the flames around them were completely extinguished, darkness once again covered the woods.

Dressed as a hunter, Roy was stained with gray dirt, and his leather armor suddenly had a few blackened holes, and he looked a little wolf-like. He held the hunting bow with the arrow attached to it in his hand and aimed at the man in black a hundred feet away. His eyes widened and he glared at the other party, "Who are you, why are you sneaking here?" he sighed in his heart, he was a magician who played tricks.

At the knee of the right leg of the tiny man in black, a broken arrow remained, and bright red blood stained the wound around it. Some of his faces were pale, and his head was sweating. He provoked the pain, and asked in a somewhat mocking tone, "Who are you, who am I and what do I have to do with you, what is sneaky? Could it be that you planted this forest?" He was not afraid of the arrows aimed at him from the opposite side.

Roy shouted to the other party, "I'm a ranger," his tone was stiff, and his words became a little fierce, "It really doesn't matter to me who you are, but looking at your outfit, you don't look like a good person." Roy thought that his judgment would not be wrong, except for robbers and bandits, thieves and assassins, who would appear in the wilderness in the middle of the night, and they were dressed in black. He suddenly thought of Brant and his knight retinue, and wondered if this guy was an assassin who was following Brant?

The man in black retorted a little angrily, "You don't need to judge whether I am a good person or not, but you are a big bad person." ”

"How could I be a bad person," he said, reaffirming his voice, "I'm a ranger." This phrase has almost become his mantra.

The man in black didn't think so, with a somewhat contemptuous smile, "Hmph, Ranger, what's wrong with the Ranger, the Ranger is a good person, can the Ranger hurt people?" He suddenly felt that the last sentence was a little inappropriate, and emphasized, "No, it was a sneak attack on me." ”

Roy exclaimed indignantly, "You were the one hiding behind that tree to peek out your brain, I thought it was a beast looking for food." He felt that the more he listened to the voice of the man in black on the other side, the more he felt twisted, a little weird, not like the masculinity that a man should have.

The black-haired man bit his lip and snorted angrily, "You actually think of me as a ...... Prey," he said, as he seemed to be very disgruntled, "you boast that you are a ranger, and that you are a fool who can't even tell the difference between man and animal." ”

Roy's face suddenly changed drastically and he was speechless, and after a period of cramped silence, he reluctantly said, "Then you sue me, why are you here in the middle of the night?"

"What do I have to do with you here?" the man in black asked, "Why should I sue you?"

Roy stiffened, "Don't you dare to say it?" he frowned slightly, and commented, "You must be an assassin." He felt that the other party's outfit fit this standard.

A smile appeared on the corner of the black-clothed man's mouth, as if helpless and disdainful, and he said lightly, "Assassin, please sue me, who am I going to assassinate here?"

Roy suddenly realized that he had always been able to speak well, but at this moment he was speechless by the harsh words of the man in black in front of him. His face froze, and he blurted out, "It's Brandt, you must have been hired and sent to assassinate him in order to replace his inheritance." ”

Since the formation of the feudal hereditary world, the aristocracy has inherited knowledge, power, and wealth through a unique system such as blood and surname. Usually the members of the nobility had a higher level of knowledge and morality, more power and responsibility than others, and more wealth than others. Under the temptation of power and wealth, the children of noble families, in order to compete for the inheritance of territories and titles, the deeds of blood relatives between brothers and uncles are still vivid.

There was nothing wrong with Roy's rash conclusion, but it was too abrupt when the situation was unclear.

The man in black was startled and asked, "Brandt, where is he?"

Roy wondered in his heart, was I really right? This guy was hiding in the woods, really planning to assassinate Brant?

The man in black almost forgot about the arrow wound in his knee, lifted his right leg and stepped forward, "Ah," a delicate cry. The pain made him have to stop. "What's the matter with Brandt," his tone was hurried and anxious, "what the hell is going on, tell me." "Why did he say, what happened to Brant?

Roy's brows furrowed, his face sank, what's wrong with Brandt? What's going on? Tell me? The man in black said this as if he knew Brandt, and his anxious tone was mixed with concern.

There was the sound of hurried footsteps around the trees, and the clumps of weeds several feet high beneath the trees swayed and rustled.

In an instant, seven or eight brightly armored figures with sharp swords appeared around the man in black and Roy, forming an encirclement that firmly enveloped the two inside. The knights raised their long swords one after another and slowly pressed towards the man in black in the middle.

The figure of the black-haired boy appeared next to Roy, asked with some concern, "Are you okay?" and cautiously looked at the man in black opposite. Sir Colin always looked solemn and stood behind him. He didn't care who the man in black on the other side was, but he would never let any threatening presence appear in front of Brandt.

The man in black suddenly took off the mask covering his face and shouted loudly with some excitement, "Brandt, Brandt." She was frail and unsteady on her feet, her delicate body leaning forward.

"Angela," Brant hurriedly trotted forward and hugged the girl who had almost fallen. "Why are you here?" he asked, holding the girl's arm, "What's the matter with the injury on the leg?"

Roy, who followed forward, looked at the white, delicate face in front of him with wide eyes, and muttered to himself, "Woman, how can it be a woman?"

You ask him. Angela held out her index finger and pointed at Roy in front of him.

Roy scratched his hair, his neck turned red, and he said with an embarrassed face, "That... She was shot by me. ”

"You?" Brant tilted his head, looking at Roy in confusion.

"I'll explain to you later," Roy said, diverting the subject, "take her back to camp first, and help her with her wounds." ”

Brandt looked at the half-cut arrow at the girl's knee, hesitated for a moment, and then carefully picked up the girl and walked briskly towards the camp outside the woods.

Angela's face was already flushed, and her eyes were a little disorganized. She clasped Brandt's shoulders with both hands, turned her cheek and clinged to Brandt's back.

Rloy de Nia Ranger and Ser Colin Red followed, eight tall knights in two groups to guard them. From their vigilant countenances, it was clear that these knights were always ready for battle.

Brant couldn't help but ask, "Angela, what are you doing in the woods dressed like this?"

Angela muttered, "I just wanted to catch a three-tailed silver fox as a pet," she said in a very slight but audible voice, "the fool who called himself a ranger, who took me as a prey and attacked me with a bow and arrows. ”

Roy, who was following them, didn't say anything with a bitter face, just laughed at Brant, and then slowed down and distanced himself from them.

Brant smiled slightly, and said a little casually, "If you run out alone, aren't you afraid of meeting bad guys?"

"Bad guy," she turned to borrow Roy's words, "I think this outfit of mine is more like a bad guy." ”

"It's quite like that," he hesitated, adding, "like a female thief." ”

Angela laughed, "But your friend thinks I'm more of an assassin." She went on to quote Roy, "And that I was hired to assassinate you." ”

"You're going to stab me?" Brandt tilted his head and looked at Roy behind him, "He's talking nonsense." ”

"Do you know each other well?" she asked. Angela remembers that Brant had few friends other than a few wandering knights.

"I just met today. But he seemed to feel that he had known each other for a long time.

"Oh!" Angela changed the subject, "Mr. Merlin, is he okay?"

"It's good. ”

"Where's Jim?" the girl asked again.

Brandt smiled indifferently at the thought of this clever crow. "It's good, it's just too verbose. ”

The girl lying on Brant's back looked at the knight guards on the side, and asked with some concern, "Brant, why are you here?"

"I'm going to Rock Harbor, and when I see that it's getting late, I'm camping nearby for the night. ”

"What are you doing in Rock Harbor?" said Angela, "I heard the stupid ranger say about inheritance. ”

Brandt looked up at the night sky and said in a slightly hoarse and low voice, "It's to inherit that man's domain and title." ”

Angela knew who the man Brandt was referring to, and she quieted down and stopped asking, not wanting to bring up the scars of Brandt's childhood. However, she was surprised that Brant was able to inherit the title and domain of Rocky Harbor.

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