The only arm that survived, smashed to pieces by a thick hammer, collapsed at the shoulder, and the broken white stubble was exposed to the air along the open wound.

"Rubbish! Pack up and go. The stout man whispered to Cologne, threw Phil in his hand to the long-haired horseface, and walked towards Edward again.

Edward felt that he was hallucinating, because he saw Phil, the body of the little fat man being held in the arms of the other party, without a sound.

Edward felt that his eyes were even darker, and he had failed after all, and he had become a failure again, betraying the trust of the old man.

He raised his fat face, his swollen eyes looking through a slit at Phil, trying to make sure of his safety.

The fat body moved little by little in the mud, and every time it made a short advance, it would spit out a mouthful of blood.

But he was still moving, trying to get closer to Phil.

With the only movable left leg, with the still intact right shoulder, with the chin, and even with the face, to prop it up on the ground, as if borrowing every trace of friction.

Looking at Edward, who was blurred in flesh and blood and was not human-shaped, a trace of respect flashed in the eyes of the stout man, but it was still cold.

He pulled Edward by the hair and said to him, "Save your life, bring a message to the Snape family, if you want this kid to live, you have to be obedient, and someone will contact you again." ”

Edward couldn't open his eyes anymore, and could only barely use his sense of hearing to perceive Phil's direction, facing there, and his mind was full of scenes from the two years of getting together.

He did not respond to the strong man's words, but opened his big mouth, and with the last bit of strength, bit the other man's arm, and tore back and forth on it with all his might.

Unfortunately, not a single trace was left behind.

The strong man's exposed skin was so tough that it didn't look like a human body, and his gums were a little loose.

"Another Awakened One?" thought Edward in despair, hating his incompetence and dereliction of duty, and two years of leisurely country life had made him slack off a lot.

If you just came to Luoma Town, at least you will always have a short dagger on you, and you won't lose the opportunity as soon as you meet.

Unfortunately, there are no ifs in life.

"Bang!"

The brawny man grabbed Edward by the hair, smashed his head to the ground, and watched him faint before he stood up.

He stomped on the head of each of his fallen accomplices, confirmed that they were all dead, and then disappeared with the only two remaining men in the thick of reeds.

Fallen Horse Town, in front of Snape Manor.

Catherine's panic grew, and she trotted anxiously, followed by Campbell's butler and a few manservants.

I met my twin brother who happened to be in front of the door.

"Let's go. There was no greeting, no politeness, and after learning of Catherine's concern, they asked for the location, and the two turned around and ran away.

From the manor to the reed pond on the outskirts, the distance of several kilometers is only a few minutes for the two brothers who are running.

Before they could get closer, the brothers smelled the thick smell of blood in the air, glanced at each other, and quickened their pace.

As if to confirm the bad premonition, a twisted, thin figure fell to the ground, crawling little by little in the direction of the gate.

It wasn't white-blonde hair, but it was an adult, and the brothers breathed a sigh of relief.

This figure struggling forward is none other than Phil's personal valet Rhoda.

After falling to the ground, in addition to shouting for his mother in his heart, young Rhoda also regretted his vanity and stupidity, why he didn't see the clue earlier.

His body grew cold, and he fainted.

It's just that it didn't take long, maybe it was the bandit's wail before he died, or maybe it was the golden sound of the sword collision, which made him wake up again and witness Edward's bravery.

Although it was so cold that his breathing was so weak that he could stop at any moment, the two knife wounds on his chest and abdomen did not kill him immediately.

"I'm not a traitor!"

"I'm not a traitor!" Rhoda said to herself.

Holding on to the wound, he bent himself on his hands and feet, rolled into the reeds, and crawled in a certain direction, overpowering countless reeds along the way.

Fortunately, relying on the dense reeds, he coincidentally escaped the strong man on the return journey, and finally climbed to the road.

He struggled to get to his feet, but his legs were no longer able to support his body, and he could only move little by little.

"Ahem, I'm not a traitor!"

"Roda, hold on a little longer, and you can see your mother!"

......

With each crawling step, he muttered something like this.

Until, I met my twin brother.

Rhoda rolled over, his chest was blurred, he pointed in one direction, and his voice was weak: "Save him... I... No... Traitor!"

Jones stood up and shot straight in that direction.

Actually, the direction is well confirmed.

Paul, who was left behind, hugged Rhoda's already cold body, looked at a long bloody road paved with red behind him, and said to the miserable white and young face, "You are not a traitor!"

The young face seemed to hear it, and the corners of his mouth grinned, revealing a satisfied smile.

The next moment, it was frozen there.

Only big gray eyes, looking at the clear blue sky, seem to reveal a trace of sadness and nostalgia.

Both brothers are experts at tracking trails, using clues to chase all the way down, but in the end they are blocked by the river downstream of Lok Ma Lake.

"I guess I left in a small boat. This was the unanimous judgment of the two brothers.

After a careful survey of the situation on the opposite shore, no clues were found, and the waterway seemed to be the only plausible speculation.

In addition to Rhoda, the bodies of Edward, who was no longer human, and the three bandits were also found by Campbell's butlers, who arrived later.

Thankfully, although Edward was dying, he did not die, and the chief priest and his assistants took turns to fight, and it took five hours to save his life with the best of their ability.

A grief-stricken Catherine fainted after receiving another piece of bad news.

Snape Manor was in turmoil, with only the two little babies in their cribs, still asleep soundly, as if dreaming that their brother had brought them back a playful toy.

Gokan City, in the Castle of the Wild Lion.

"What did you say?"

Count Brad suspected that he had misheard and could not believe the message coming from the intercom.

The subordinate on the opposite side had to repeat it, but his voice was inevitably a little trembling, not at all like the calm and decisive on weekdays.

"The captain of the Mathew wing was ambushed, and the wing to which he belonged lost one-third of the battle, and Matthew himself was seriously injured and near death, and was desperately saved by Raven and the others.

Fortunately, the reinforcements arrived in time and routed the enemy, and Captain Andrew's team had already led the team to chase down. Just ......"

"Just what, say!"

"It's just that the captain of Matthew United, with a broken arm, countless other wounds, excessive blood loss, and now he is still in a coma. ”

“......”

Brad propped up his majestic body and did not sit down, with a hideous and terrifying expression on his face, like a bloodthirsty beast.

"Who did it?"

"It's a scout camp of 5,000 steppe wolves, and there are nearly a thousand mixed-race mongrels.

Identified from the corpses and captives left at the scene, it should be from the White Eagle Thieves Regiment.

It is suspected that in the last incident of rescuing children, Matthew killed the younger brother of the regiment leader Moody, thus incurring retaliation from the other party.

The reason why the casualties were so large was that the opponent used more than ten siege crossbows and used the steppe wolf as bait. "The subordinates on the other side of the earpiece reported very carefully.

"Okay, good, good! A bunch of half-blood mongrels have siege crossbows, so next time will they put the fiery fire oil into my castle and blow me up into the sky? Brad opened his eyes angrily and scolded loudly, and the ornaments on the desk were smashed to pieces by him, only the ugly ashtray, which he hesitated for a long time, and finally put it back.

Listening to Brad's furious roar, Old Barton, who had just entered the door, didn't know whether to tell the truth about the bad news from Fallen Horse Town, his face was full of bitterness and worry.

Jones and Paul did not catch up, and although Lord Hampton and Sheriff Hank quickly organized men and boats, the lower reaches of Lok Ma Lake were densely packed with many tributaries, and after a full day and a night of tracking, they only found a small boat abandoned in a hidden bay.

As for the bandits and the kidnapped Phil, there was no trace of them, as if they had disappeared into the vast dense mountain forest out of thin air.

To the surprise of old Barton, after hearing what happened to Phil, Brad did not become as angry as he imagined, but sat quietly in the chair behind his desk and pondered.

After a while, Brad spoke: "After hearing Matthew's news, I guessed that they would definitely attack others, but I didn't expect it to be Phil." ”