Keege Town Edge.

At ten o'clock in the afternoon, the manor that originally belonged to Ansadin was somewhat decaying in the bleak autumn wind.

There were cracks on the walls, and the soil on the stone floor had not been cleaned for a long time. I could no longer see the originally flat and smooth appearance. Instead, it turned yellow-brown because of a few rains. Weeds grew in the cracks and no longer had the strength of summer. At this time, it was drooping withered and yellow.

In this atmosphere, Akasha was walking casually behind the manor - she wanted to go to the back garden to take a look, but after seeing the stones all over the ground, she couldn't help but remember the scene of Magda and Roddy fighting. She wandered for a moment, finally gave up the idea and turned around and walked in the other direction.

Over the past few days, Akasha could feel that she was gradually adapting to the role of "follower" - from taking the initiative to do some "housework" at the beginning, to later accepting some tasks like Ruger and others. Akasha, who had originally had a little vague positioning, finally found her position...

Roddy did not treat her with special preferential treatment, but she also regarded her as a trustworthy "teammate". She was like Ruger, Carter and Soderol, who said something about it and never covered it up. She even arranged a task for Akasha to execute after the next plan was set.

Being trusted and recognized can help Roddy... This feeling happens to be what Akasha needs.

Although such a subordinate relationship is not considered free to most people, for Akasha, there is an inexplicable sense of "happiness" - of course, there is a reason for this idea.

After experiencing the ruins of Wagra, Akasha could clearly sense that her feelings for Roddy had changed.

I can't tell why, maybe it's because I have more thoughts on "gratitude". Akasha always feels that Roddy's figure is imprinted in her soul. Perhaps there is admiration, fear, worship, or it is mixed with many emotions that she doesn't know, just like she always looks up at the gate of the manor at this time. Before she knows it, Akasha always looks forward to seeing Roddy's figure.

When Roddy was not around, Akasha would always raise her hand to look at the ring in her hand. Even during the day without darkness, the warmth that dispels fear seemed to spread out from it, allowing her to relax and calm her mind.

When she raised her head, Akasha found that she had been standing silently in front of the manor gate for a while without knowing it. This scene made her inexplicably have some illusions: she was like a wife waiting for her husband to return home, not the kind of lord who was entrusted, but the most ordinary couple. Just like the wife of a hunter in the village when she was a child, the cooked food was placed on the table, and there might be a not-looking native dog beside her feet, so she looked forward to her husband's return every evening...

From childhood to adulthood, Akasha's understanding of "feelings" was actually extremely limited, and the scenes that could be illusory in her mind were limited to the couple in the village in her childhood memory. As for "romance", "passion", or "****", "confession", etc., she basically had no idea. In her heart, perhaps only the dullness of supporting each other can be truly called "love".

While thinking out of mind, the sound of horse hooves from afar suddenly interrupted Akasha's thoughts. Akasha narrowed her eyes, and her originally calm and gentle expression suddenly became serious. One hand released the "holy shield" at a very fast speed. Her eyes first looked at the seemingly calm buildings around her. After confirming some information, she coughed twice and walked a few steps outside the manor gate. It looked like she was waiting for the group of knights rushing over.

A cavalry team of ten people rushed over, with a strange face showing coldness, war horses neighing, and the weapons that appeared faintly flashed with cold light.

They were extremely fast, obviously taking this manor as their target, and rushed to the manor almost without stopping. When they saw Akasha standing alone here, they tied the reins one by one-

"Classic? Are you a priest of Hollier?"

The leader of the knight was a little surprised. He could see the light on the surface of Akasha's body, so some of the cruel thoughts in his heart were temporarily suppressed...

"Where are you from? What are you doing here? Are you colluding with the undead?"

Akasha's words were too straightforward, which made the faces of the ten knights look extremely ugly in an instant. They looked at each other, and the politeness that was originally disguised completely dissipated. They drew out the long sword and said viciously: "You don't have to worry about where we are, but you have to ask what we are doing... I'm here to send you to hell!"

The entire team suddenly made a stance to charge forward. In their eyes, although such clergymen were troublesome to kill, as long as they were left without any trace, they would kill them, and no one would find them.

"The caucus room is inside, go and burn it there!"

"The house next to it has also burned! No traces can be left here!"

The shouting was cruel, and the leader had already pointed his sword at Akasha.

Akasha took a few steps back and moved towards the mansion quietly. The ten knights entered the manor in a mess - but just as they were about to burn the house and kill Akasha, more horse hooves suddenly came from behind the manor!

"What's going on?"

"There is an ambush!"

"Damn it! Back!"

While speaking, the scout cavalry regiment, which had gathered forty people, accelerated into the charge state, and then pushed the guys to the spot without hesitation!

Akasha had already cooperated with these cavalry skillfully. Several shields were added to the cavalry in front. When the huge collision and screams sounded, her expression was always calm, and she no longer had the fear and tension she had at the beginning...

Looking at the group of guys who were so arrogant in front of me that were just now being overwhelmed by the cold light brought by the blade, Akasha stood in front of the mansion and breathed slowly like relief-

"This is the third batch, Roddy said there are at least five batches, so... how many will be next?"

Most of the cavalry were killed and injured. The guy who was just yelling to let Akasha go to hell fell to the ground with blood on his face. When he tried to get up, he happened to see Akasha who was whispering silently. He looked around and felt the bone-cold cold for the terrifying knights that suddenly appeared. He opened his mouth to say something, but heard Akasha on the other side giving orders to the knights in a cold voice-

"Rody said that such people have no value, so..."

Still in that weak look, Akasha never thought that she would say such a "cruel" order one day, but even though she was resistant, when she thought that everything was a task assigned by "Rody" for her, she still bit her lower lip gently and waved her hand to cut...
Chapter completed!