Twilight was like a large gray net, quietly falling and enveloping the whole land.

A bright moon that is about to be round gradually rises high into the sky. A transparent gray cloud, faintly obscuring the moonlight. After the evening clouds drifted by, the dense woods lit up with fires, and wisps of thick black smoke rose, and the cool breeze blew through the black smoke to dissipate everywhere.

Dozens of gray tents were set up in an open meadow in the Raven Grove, and several bonfires were burning around the camp. Several well-armored soldiers stood guard by the campfire, observing the movements in the surrounding woods.

Roy walked alone to the right corner of the camp, where he lifted one of the tents and slipped inside. "There's some ointment for wounds," he said, "and you take it and apply it to the wound." ”

"Thank you. Glia replied with cold politeness. The pain he endured can be said to have been caused by the guy in front of him.

Roy set the ointment aside and asked, "How are your wings?"

Glia's stiff interface, "After a few days, it will be able to grow again." She asked the other party with a blank face, "Is there anything else?"

"It's okay, I won't bother. Roy turned away from her tent. He walked towards the nearby woods, intending to check the surroundings and come back from some game hunting.

A golden tent was erected in the middle of the camp, encased in other tents around it. Several groups of spear-wielding soldiers guarded the golden tent, and the entrance to the tent was guarded by two tall and mighty knights.

"My lord," said Sir Colin respectfully and sternly, "your decision is absurd, and it is detrimental to your status and honor. It was just him and Brant Tyrell in the tent. The Knight's Honor reminds him of the need to give advice to the Lord he has promised to protect.

"Uncle Colin," Brandt did not deny, "I was too hasty to make a decision without consulting you beforehand. ”

"The Assassin has no honor, she can be loyal to you, and she may betray you in the future," said Sir Colin in a sharp tone. After a moment's hesitation, he reminded, "What's more, she's still your murderer." "He disdained to be in the company of such vile and insidious people.

"But it's a foregone conclusion, and I can't go back on it. Brandt emphasized.

"It is I who have offended your lordship," said Sir Colin humbly, "and since this has come to this, please be careful to guard against her at all times." "Sir Colin knows he can't change the facts, but he needs to warn Lord Tyrrell.

"Uncle Colin, thank you for your concern. Brandt's tone was sincere.

"It's a subordinate duty. Sir Colin bowed slightly, and then turned to leave the tent.

Shortly after Serr Colin left, Brant came out of the tent. He wandered around the camp, followed by two knights guarding outside the tent. Brant saw his brothers Jason and Paul in the firelit camp. They had called each other that before, and they still did in his heart. Brandt noticed that they all seemed busy, Jason preparing dinner for the Knights, and Paul tending to their horses. He wanted to go over and say hello to them, but he hesitated.

Brandt walked to another part of the camp, and he looked at the Gipsians in their cages. Then he said in front of the cage, "Give him a portion of dinner too." ”

"Yes, sir. The soldier guarding the cage bowed in response.

At that moment, Glia emerged from the low tent on the side, and she walked behind Brandt. She was dressed in animal skin green, and wore a pair of animal skin boots at her feet, a belt pinned to her waist, and a dagger hanging from it. It looks heroic and sassy, quite a warrior. Glia's footsteps lingered beside Brandt. "My lord, can you let me speak to him alone?" her cold voice was slightly respectful.

Brant turned his head to look at her, and he noticed that the other party had his long green hair tucked up behind his head, and his delicate and beautiful features were revealed before his eyes. Perhaps the word cold and glamorous is more appropriate to describe her. He nodded slightly, and then turned and walked to the side, not very far away, but not far enough to hear what they were saying.

"Wick," said Glia, "as long as you swear an oath to the one you just had... The nobleman is loyal, and he will forgive you. ”

Blackface Wick suddenly reached out and grabbed the iron rod of his cage, his fists clenched, and his veins bulging. He roared, "Let me be a slave who obeys the dictates of the nobles?"

"He has no slaves with him, and he promised me that he would not drive you like a slave. ”

"I will not give in to the ugly, hypocritical aristocracy," said Wick resolutely, "and let him cut off my head, or hang me." ”

"Wick, I don't want to lose you, you're my only friend in the world. Glia sobbed and pleaded, "Please! Wick, promise me to live." She gripped the other man's thick black hands tightly. Those pale green eyes, full of begging eyes, looked at the dark shadow in the cage.

"Glia, I can't... I can't... "This is what little dignity I have left." ”

"As long as you live, this humiliation is nothing," Gria retorted fiercely, "and dignity can be regained if it is lost." But you only have one life. ”

"I'd rather die with dignity than beg to live in humiliation. His lips trembled.

Glia retorted to what he said in a red voice, objecting, "Your so-called humiliation is nothing but self-deception. Her tone was tough, and her words became more intense, "You are simply a weak, selfish, cowardly, and inferior person." She raised her hand to wipe away the tears from the corners of her eyes and turned to leave.

Brant overheard the conversation between them, as did the two knights who followed him. It's not that they're eavesdropping on purpose, it's that Glia and Wick are arguing too loudly.

"You don't have to follow me, I won't leave the camp. "Brandt wasn't used to having people everywhere he went, he didn't need them to protect him, he could protect himself.

"My lord, this is Sir Colin's order. Knight Quentin replied respectfully.

Brandt said helplessly, "You wait here for a while, and I'm going to talk to her alone." ”

"Your subordinates do what your lord wants," Knight Quentin offered, "as long as you don't leave our sight." ”

Brant walked alone to the open space between the two campfires on the outskirts of the camp, where he stood beside Glia, about five feet away. Before he could speak, the other party's voice was already heard in his ears.

"Will you take his life?" said Glia, tilting her head and looking directly at the other.

Brant did not answer his question head-on. "I'll give him time to think about it. ”

"His fate was more miserable than anyone else's. "Wick was born a slave, and his life was free of freedom, human rights, dignity, or honor, and he was accompanied only by the shackles of his cages, humiliation, and suffering. He doesn't even know who his parents are, and the amount he endured is unimaginable. ”

Brandt didn't know what to say for a moment, and he was somewhat sympathetic to the other party's tragic fate. When he was a child, he always felt lonely and sad because his life was not loved by his parents, but he never thought about how many people in this world were more miserable than him.

"I just want to tell you that no one can choose his fate. Her tone was almost pleading, "Can you spare him his death?"

"I'll spare his life, and I'll let him go," Brandt promised her, "but not now, and I'll pardon him when I officially become Earl of Rocky Harbor." ”

A few disturbed birds and beasts in the opposite woods flew into the sky from the dense trees. Grya's face changed suddenly, and she pulled out the dagger at her waist to make a fighting stance.

"What did you find?" asked Brandt, confused.

"Here he comes. ”

"Who, your companion?" he asked.

Glia explained to him in a calm tone, "Wick and I are doing what he commands, and he is the commander of this operation," she reminded, "and maybe you can get the answers you want from him." ”

Without the slightest hesitation, Brant's figure flashed and ran forward, towards the pitch-black woods opposite, Grea following closely behind, quickly disappearing into the camp.

The Knight Quentin looked startled, and after ordering the other knight, chased them in the direction they had left.