Dawn, like a sharp sword, splits the black night and ushers in the rising sun. The morning sun casts a thin veil over the peaks, and the hills loom in the distance.

On the gravel road leading from Salt Town to Raven Grove Town, a gold-colored banner embroidered with three gems of different colors was blown by the breeze. Knight Quentin and Knight Sean led the knights of the Order of Glory at the head of the procession, followed by Brant on a white steed and Roy on a black steed. The solemn Sir Colin and the tall Rand Knight followed closely on their respective horses.

In the procession, a horse-drawn cart, a prisoner cart and an animal cage cart followed slowly. Hundreds of well-armored soldiers were divided into two teams, and the guards galloped along the entire ranks.

Sitting in the carriage were Angela Vickney and Grea. In aristocratic customs, ladies usually traveled in horse-drawn carriages. Moreover, both of them had injuries on their bodies, and they were not suitable for riding.

Angela was an arrow wound and the wound was in the knee. And Grea is covered in bruises, whips, and iron marks, and these scars will become scars that will accompany her forever. Fortunately, Ammon did not whip her delicate features or make a mark on her fair face.

"Who instructed you to stab Brandt?" said Angela, breaking the silence in the carriage.

Grya, who sat across from her, replied in a flat tone. "I don't know. ”

"Will you really be loyal to Brandt?" she still couldn't believe that it was Brandt's decision. He couldn't believe that the female assassin who almost killed him would be loyal to him and protect him in turn.

"As long as he doesn't break his promise to me," said Glia, "I'll protect him with my life." "She almost took his life, and now she owes him one. Fate played tricks on her so much.

Angela couldn't help but ask, "What promise?"

"It's between me and him. ”

Angela's neck was red, and she tilted her head out of the window of the carriage without speaking. Glia's words embarrassed her.

Behind the carriage was the prisoner cart, which housed Blackface Wick. The right shoulder, which was wounded by Roy's arrow last night, will have grown new flesh. His black skin looked even more conspicuous in the scorching sun.

The grizzly bear was still lazily bent down, and its fat body lay down in the cage, allowing it to be dragged by two pack horses.

"Brant," Roy said aloud, "do you feel that the path of life is wonderful, she was the assassin who assassinated you last night, and today she has become a loyal escort to you. ”

Brandt replied disapprovingly, "Have you forgotten that this is the one you gave me last night?" If Roy didn't have that sentence, he didn't have that idea at all.

"I'm just thinking of your situation," Roy declared, "and the Assassin is a multi-faceted man, and a nightmare in the night. With them by your side, who else can hurt you in the shadows?" But Roy didn't say that, he knew that Brandt didn't bother to say it.

"I'm not as weak as you think. "I don't need someone to protect me, I have the ability to protect myself." ”

Roy shrugged, "You defeated me with a single sword, and I have no doubt about your abilities, whether it's sword skills or magic." He reminded, "You have a different status, some vile and shameless, insidious and cunning enemies, and they will not choose to face you fairly. ”

Brandt can't deny this, because he already knows it. "Roy," he said, "I'm luckiest to know you. Although they have only known each other for a few days, they regard each other as their best friends.

Roy said solemnly, "It's all fate." ”

Brandt felt this sentence familiar. "You also believe in fate?"

"Why can't I trust fate?" Roy wondered.

"I thought you only believed in your own abilities. ”

"There are people whose fate is predestined by the gods, and no one can change it. But they relied on their courage and ability to change their fate. "I respect those who dare to pay the price to change their fate, and they deserve happiness more than those who spend all day praying for charity. ”

"It's too tangled in this topic, let's talk about something else. "Brandt doesn't want to go on and on with the word 'fate.'

Can Brant change his own fate, and if he wants to, what price should he pay? Perhaps the last price he wants to bear?

"I'd love to know," Roy asked, curiously, "how did you convince her to be loyal to you?" He didn't expect Brant to be able to take out the female assassin in just one night. Roy originally intended to want Brant to take them with him, and slowly intimidated them on the way to Rocky Harbor.

"Life and commitment. Brandt blurted out.

"What did you promise her?" Roy asked Angela the same question. It's just that they don't ask the same person, and they get different answers.

"Avenge her. ”

Roy thought to herself, it seems that her fate will be closely tied to you. After a moment's hesitation, he asked again, "Do you know who her enemy is?"

Brant shook his head slowly, "Maybe she thinks that I don't have that ability now." He guessed in his heart that her enemy must not be an ordinary being, at least not weaker than my identity. Otherwise, with her skills, revenge is just a gesture.

"But she chose you anyway, and she believes you can do it." He claimed, "I believe in you too." ”

"I won't let her down," Brandt assured him, "and I won't let you down." "He needs this self-confidence, only then can he have the courage to face a qiē.

"You just don't have to be disappointed in yourself. His tone was slightly teasing.

"Roy, you're very good at reasoning. ”

"Really?" Roy said with a grin, "I've always thought so." ”

When Ser Colin learned of Lord Brant Tyrrell's decision, he did not raise any objection or dissatisfaction, and the loyal knight would not question the lord's decision or orders in public. Only at the right time, will he propose his own advice to the lord to whom he is allegiant.

Baron Kane was unhappy with this, and he had intended to have the two Assassins hanged. However, he agreed to Brandt's request that he not get into trouble with the future Earl of Rocky Harbor over the sake of the two Assassins, and that he was not the target of the assassins.

Towards noon, the team stopped at a three-way junction and a wagon and cage broke away from the group. Angela and Glia came out of the carriage one after the other.

"Brant," said Angela, "remember to write to me when you get to Rocky Harbor." ”

"I will, you take care of your wounds," Brandt told her, "it's okay, don't run around alone." ”

"Got it!" Angina smiled, "and when I'm healed, I'll go see you in Rock Harbor." With that, she turned and walked towards the carriage. This time she got into the carriage alone. She poked her head out of the car window and shouted, "Stupid ranger, come here." ”

When did I become a fool?Roy smiled wryly, "Honorable lady, is there something wrong with me?"

Angela glared at him fiercely, "Don't talk to me," she said righteously, "protect Brant and don't let him get hurt again." ”

"I protect him, he protects me, right?" Roy grumbled indignantly, "Besides, Brandt has his guardian knight by his side to protect him, and he doesn't need me." He muttered to himself, "I'm a ranger, not Brandt's bodyguard.

"That's it, I'm leaving. She retracted her head and reached out to close the window.

At Brant's orders, several Knights of Sean and several other knights were responsible for escorting Angela's carriage back to Crag Rock, while Knight Rand did not send a single soldier.

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