After Knight Wellington finished speaking, since he woke up, he was stunned for a moment with the powerful Duke of Angma. Then his eyes drooped slightly, and after he slowly exhaled, he asked in a hoarse voice: "So, he is dead."

In the years that have fought side by side, Duke Angma has actually asked similar words no less than ten times, and the subjects of the question have changed a lot - the knights who have fought together have passed away one by one. Whenever someone is killed, Duke Angma will say such words lightly...

But this time it was different, because the one who died was his only son, Francis Russifron.

No matter how accustomed to death, when facing such news, the old duke's mood was complicated and indescribable sadness. He stretched out his hand and gently pinched the bridge of his nose, and his wrinkled face trembled slightly. When he raised his eyes, he could still see the appearance of Titus and Wellington when he was young, but when his vision was clear, he could see the traces left by the years on these two once young knights.

Everything is changing.

Similarly, he also remembered the figure of the little boy who once had a smile on his face and liked to ask this and that - but his inner doubts also followed: What kind of path has he taken in the past few years since he fell ill, which led to the irreparable result now?

Her face seemed to be a few years older in an instant, and suddenly sighed, but there was no unnecessary emotion to express.

Titus, who was standing aside, stopped talking and laughing, while the Knight Wellington got up and sat aside. After the maid left consciously, she began to tell everything she saw...

This process was not long, but Duke Angma also asked carefully for an hour. When he heard the news that Sally had chopped Frances into meat sauce, the Duke, who had always received all the information calmly, shook his head and whispered: "She wouldn't do this..."

"Maybe it has something to do with another person."

Wellington thought for a while and continued softly: "I want to say, that scout captain..."

*******

Time passed slowly, and at midnight, Akasha, who was in a cheap hotel room in Campbell District, finally woke up.

Her eyelids moved, and the severe pain from her right arm gradually restored her consciousness from her coma.

Akasha's hearing was vaguely heard, and Akasha's hearing was first restored to normal. She wanted to open her eyes, but her eyelids were still so heavy that they could not lift them up, and her body was in great pain. After a long time, she realized that she was lying on a soft bed.

Her chest was a little stuffy and her throat was very dry, but these feelings were not as good as the severe pain from her arms... It doesn't matter. What scared Akasha the most was that she could feel her hands touching her arms back and forth, and some intermittent conversation sounds came from her ears.

"…When you have to find a better splint to fix it, do you know this?"

There was a voice that seemed casual and sounded like the leader, with a tone of "I'll say you can listen".

"I remember a doctor said that, but I just roughly understand the problems with the bones. Her like this is more complicated, so I'm not sure."

The young man who answered said with a little caution.

"Ruger, what do you think?"

"Me? I think it's okay to just straighten it and bandage it..."

This voice is a bit hoarse, probably over thirty years old.

"If you break your bones like this and I will just bandage you straighten and bandage them, then you won't be able to get a sword for the rest of your life."

There were three people in total, and they were talking about something here as if they were using themselves as textbooks. Akasha felt like a lamb to be slaughtered, and she felt very embarrassed, but her mind was confused and she had not yet remembered why she was here. She wanted to move but couldn't use her strength at all...

"She is lucky. Her bones didn't poke her skin out, or she would be in trouble if she gets infected."

"What is infection?"

"You can't understand it even after saying it. Anyway, remember that if you have wounds on your body in the future, rinse them first."

Akasha listened in a daze, and gradually recalled why she was injured: the secret passage, the wound on her back...

Did they catch myself from the secret passage?

She couldn't think of any other possibility in her heart. She thought that these people were "Rose Cross" at the first time, but then she was stunned when she heard the words-

"I also said I was sent to the monastery today, but I just went to someone else's place to install a **** in the evening, and it's not suitable to go there now. It's okay if I send it to you tomorrow. Those geniuses should be able to use magic to heal her. Just make sure the wound is cleaner now."

As the man spoke, he reached out to wipe his back with a towel. Akasha immediately felt extremely ashamed and angry in her heart - it's over... He saw his back...

"Okay, let's get the splint on now, Soderol comes to help me pull her hand—yes, Ruger, put the wooden board on—rear…too crooked, come over—alright, bandage…where is the bandage? Grandma, Soderol, that behind your butt—"

Akasha was completely unable to hear the words afterwards, because the severe pain from her arm had already made her faint again.

***

When he woke up again, Akasha felt as if she was buried in the soil and could not move.

Her eyelids moved slightly, and she finally opened a thin slit when she lay on the bed: the simple bedside table under the dim candlelight, and there was a large spider web in the corner. It was obvious that few people were cleaning here.

There was a strong smell of blood in my nose, but it was mixed with a faint smell of herbs. My head was covered with a pillow, and an old smell came to my face. I thought it would be a cheap hotel here...

The consciousness gradually recovered, and scenes of the assassination flashed in front of his eyes, and finally stayed in the secret passage.

No matter what, I was saved...

Thinking of this in her heart, Akasha didn't feel much of aggrieved, because she soon realized a crisis she was about to face: these strangers who saved her seemed to be handing over to the monastery... And when she thought of the bishop who directly ordered the arrest or even attacked her, some complicated emotions arose in her heart.

Regret? It won't be that I finally got rid of the "Viridian Cross"; it's very angry. Rubens's attack made Akasha's anger feel as uncomfortable as burning his heart - but when he thought of revenge, his heart was immediately shrouded by a sense of powerlessness.

The identity of "Prince of the Supervisor" is simply a mountain for Akasha. Now he has nothing to do with anything, no power and no strength, even if he finds him, he will probably be killed in a minute.

She felt a little unwilling, but she finally realized the reality - no matter what, finding a safe place to survive is the first priority.

Akasha tried to move her fingers, and was surprised to find that because of the fixation of the splint, her fingers could move slightly - this means that she could almost cast a weak healing technique!

But just as she was about to cast the spell, the door was gently pushed open...

"It's almost busy this day. Ruger asked a few people to pack the stones, and we'll rely on this for dinner when we go back."

"Captain, this thing is so valuable?"

"This is not something you worry about. I'll think about making money - go back to sleep first, don't forget to arrange someone to watch."

Those three more people!

Akasha's face became a little hot when she remembered her treatment before she fell into a coma: I really don't know if he had taken the opportunity to do something else...

She still couldn't confirm what she had encountered. In short, her body was wrapped around bandages like a mummy. The side effects of excessive blood loss continued. The conversation between the people in her ears continued - it sounded like the guy named Ruger went back to rest, while the man named Soderol stayed here with the "captain".

"The team is in good condition, and I can see that I was not lazy during training."

"Everyone is going as planned. By the way, on the 12th, Nolan Village came to criticize horses, and we solved it - it is estimated that no one will dare to go there to rob food within a few years."

"Is anyone injured?"

"The minor injury is almost done now, but there are still some losses in this battle today. Although it is not seriously injured, it will be necessary to keep it for a while."

"This is impossible to avoid..." The captain sighed, then breathed a sigh of relief: "No matter what, this matter is finally over, we can take a break."

After a silence, Akasha prayed silently in her heart and asked them to leave quickly, but then she found that they seemed to be getting more and more excited.

"Captain Roddy, actually, I have always had a problem..."

After hearing this, Akasha realized that the captain's name was "Rody".

"kindness?"

"Since we arrived in Nolan Village, we thought about these things we did now... we felt incredible. I have always wanted to ask, what beliefs support you to do so many things?"

"Belief?" Roddy was also a little bored after relaxing after the war. He felt that it didn't matter to talk about ideals with Soderol at this time. "Are you not a belief? It's actually a state of some kind."

"state?"

"Yes, it's the state." Roddy thought for a while and continued, "For example: What is the state of a farmer?"

Soderol was a little confused, but he didn't interrupt him.

"If you farm every day and think about the harvest every day, you will basically know nothing else - this kind of 'state' is numb and ignorant, because farmers basically don't know the knowledge that they have no way to contact. What they have to do is farm and pay rent."

After a pause, Roddy's words not only attracted Sodlor, but also made Akasha frown and sound.

"He may be like this in his life, but what if one day he starts to learn continuously, accumulate a lot of knowledge, and learn a lot of new things?"

Soderol frowned and thought for a while, and replied: "Where may this knowledge be used, such as being a noble, rather than farming?"

"Yes, his state at this time is like a seed that germinates, and it begins to have a direction of growth - because his state wants to move upward." Rodditton paused, as if he had organized the language. After a long time, he said: "Actually, people are like this. The more they see and understand, the more complex your own state becomes, and the more things they want to do..."

"I will take you to kill the orc kingdom's gangs and kill the witch doctors who are on the back. What made me do this? In fact, my state at that time was essentially... fearful."

"Fear them?"

"No, I'm not afraid to face them. What I'm afraid of is all the impact these guys may have on the land of the kingdom in the future - those are the things that scare me, and this state of fear supports me to lead you out of that grassland."

After Roddy said this, Soderol frowned and fell into deep thought. On the other side, Akasha, who was lying on the bed, was completely shocked by these words and couldn't speak, and even opened her mouth involuntarily...
Chapter completed!