"If no body was found at the scene, it means that the child is alive and they need him alive.

When he lives, we will have the patience to listen to what they have to say and what they want next.

Hehe, it's really old, you can meet anything.

They thought that I was a place in the Wild Lion Division, and that I was Brad.

It's funny how a few little mongrel mice dared to jump on my head and go wild.

My son isn't dead, my grandson is gone, I can have another life, and Phil is still alive.

Do you remember what that Lynch said back then? With the fate of this kid, it is bound to turn evil into good fortune. ”

Old Barton nodded in affirmation: "Gaia, the mother goddess of the earth, will definitely bless this child." ”

"How's Edward?" asked Brad.

"There were 7 fractures and 16 large and small wounds all over the body, and most of the blood was drained.

His left shoulder was completely destroyed, his right arm and right leg were poisoned, and although he was barely saved, he was afraid that he would never be able to move again in the future, and even his work would be problematic.

In addition, if one ear is missing, the appearance of the mouth and nose will be slightly distorted.

At least half a year of recuperation in bed. Old Barton replied truthfully.

Hearing such a horrific injury, even if he had resentment, Brad's words of blame were not spoken after all.

Combined with the several people who died at the scene, the whole thing was quickly restored.

No one was shocked by Edward's fierceness and bravery, and if it weren't for the obsession of telling Phil's whereabouts in one breath, I am afraid that he would have returned to the arms of Gaia, the mother goddess of the earth, long ago.

In addition to not dying, for a half-useless unawakened person, he can't ask for more, which can be regarded as worthy of Brad's original entrustment.

It's hard to say why Brad suddenly remembered to arrange people to protect Phil at that time, the town of Fallen Horse has been calm for decades, and it seems that he also has a premonition in the dark.

Brad didn't mention Edward again, but gave orders for something else.

"Inform Jones and Paul, each of them leading the 20 League, and take the guilty for meritorious service. Allow them to command a hundred elite internal guards and secretly investigate Phil's whereabouts. Tell them that they must see people in life, and corpses in death, and that they should not come back until they find Phil. ”

"Yes, sir. There was another person who said the same thing. Barton said.

"Who?"

"Lord of Fallen Horse Town, Hampton Stewart. He also asked someone to tell you that if you don't find Master Phil, he will have no shame to return to Horse Town.

Now he has led ten security guards to chase down, and it is said that he also cut off his small oath before leaving. ”

"Hmph, he's cheap. If he doesn't, I'll be the first to skin him. Everything will wait for him to come back, if Phil is still alive, for his sake, he can be a rich man. If Phil is unlucky......"

"Got it, sir. ”

"Change me into my official uniform, and visit the Marquis of No, and the Bishop Melissa of the Temple, there are some things that need to be informed of them, lest they cause misunderstandings.

Then I went straight back to the barracks, and before I found the little mice, I used the steppe wolf to pay tribute to my son's arm. ”

"Yes, sir. ”

Leaving aside the panicked Snape Manor in Lok Po or the angry old Brad who wanted to trouble the Prairie people, we turned our attention to the mountains and tributary rivers south of Lok Po Town.

Philip O. Snape, who is just ten years old this year, lies quietly in the cabin of a small boat, seemingly very well-behaved, without the slightest desire to escape.

After being kidnapped, it was already the fifth day since he left home.

For some reason, the three bandits were very familiar with the land, especially the wild roads between the mountains and the direction of the tributaries.

In five days, they changed boats three times, and each time they crossed several hills, a small boat would wait quietly, apparently the kidnapping plan had been planned for a long time, otherwise it would not have been possible to avoid the dense patrols along the border.

Phil wasn't without a chance to escape, and he wasn't lacking enough courage.

In fact, with the help of good water quality, he took advantage of the night on the first night to turn over and jump into the water.

Very few people knew about him, only Catherine and Anna, who were closest to him.

Born with good hydrophilicity, he can be as comfortable in the water as a swimming fish, can dive for a long distance, and does not have to surface for ventilation.

In a way, his escape plan succeeded.

At least for the first half hour, under the cover of the thick night and the river, he managed to escape briefly.

But perhaps it was providence that would have to happen to him.

Just when he thought he had escaped and crawled to the shore to wring out his clothes, a king of the jungle, a black panther who came out to forage for food at night, stared at him.

Not big, not too small, not fat or thin, for this 300-kilogram night killer, the little fat man seems to be a delicious late-night snack that is not suitable for any more.

With his excellent nervous reflexes, at the critical moment, the little fat man saved his own life.

However, after dodging the panther's first blow, he was forced into the water again.

On the banks of the river and in the water, two creatures who had met for the first time confronted each other.

The panther wandered anxiously back and forth, torn between the cool waters of the river and the delicious prey.

In the end, appetite prevailed, and it hunched over, slashed through the air in a graceful arc.

Just as Phil felt that he had just escaped from the tiger's den and entered the wolf's den, preparing to meet the claws, a hammer in the night sky smashed into the panther's head like a black lightning, and the stinking blood and brains that fell from the sky drenched him all over his head and face.

The three bandits who were looking nearby had almost given up the search, but they were accidentally attracted by the roar of the black panther, and they happened to save the life of the little fat man at the moment of crisis.

It seems that every peck and drink are determined by heaven.

But Phil would never be grateful to the stout man who had captured him.

By the way, through their conversation, Phil learns that his name is Murphy.

As for surnames, mixed-race hybrids never need surnames, they are born with only first names.

The little fat man was not grateful to him, and even hated him very much, not because he fell into the hands of the enemy again, but because at the first time he was rescued, this taciturn man broke his right calf bone with his own hands.

There was a crunch click, and Phil's calves were folded at a weird angle, and his movements were clean.

Phil was thrown to the ground, and it wasn't until a few breaths later that he felt a sharp pain coming from the severed.

Even to prevent him from shouting, Murphy stuffed a large piece of steaming, bloody raw leopard meat directly into his mouth.

It was also Phil's only meal that night and the next day.

At this moment, still in the cramped and dirty cabin, Phil lay there unusually well-behaved, as if the previous rebellious escape was just an illusion of a few people.

Whether it was the howling of all kinds of wild beasts in the jungle, or the pain of a broken leg, it was clear to him that he was no longer qualified to escape.

If you want to live, if you want to stop being abused, you must listen to the other person's request, to be precise, look at Murphy's face.

The horse-faced man took Murphy's head at this time and obeyed his arrangement.

And Coren didn't seem to be reconciled, but in the face of absolute strength, he could only swallow his anger and be low.

Only occasionally looked at Phil's gaze, revealing a deep hatred.

He was stabbed in the back by Edward, although it was not fatal, but with the help of the horse-faced man, he also had more than a dozen stitches, and the pain of the wound still kept him awake all night.

Fortunately, Murphy knocked off Phil's calf, just to prevent him from escaping, and didn't have any thoughts or hobbies for continuing the abuse.

Instead, he watched with great interest as Phil used twigs and rattan to fix and tie up the place where his broken leg was, and even helped Phil correct the reduced fracture.

The look on his face was as cold and dull as ever, making it impossible to guess what he was thinking.

In the days that followed, Phil had to move closer to him, because he could feel that if it weren't for Murphy's presence, the scar-faced Colon would definitely do something to him.

Phil became more and more well-behaved, always following a few people, and even took the initiative to help clean up the fish and wild things.

In addition to solving physiological problems, he never takes the initiative to disturb a few people.

If it weren't for the color of the skin that was very different from the others, Phil would not look like a kidnapped meat ticket, but more like the nephews of several people.

Along the way, he saw many magnificent natural scenery and encountered many strange beasts.

Hunting and hunting, blood and death, killing is everywhere, but the harmony is terrifying.

Compared to Lok Ma Town, this place is like another world, only following the natural laws of the jungle.