The cry of night owls echoed in the quiet forest around them. On the carriage, Claymont, who heard the sound, couldn't help but shrink his neck.

It was the time when the sun was setting, and the carriage was walking along the path towards the depths of the forest. They had been walking for two days. The forest in front of them was the boundary line of the Saker Territory. As long as they crossed this place, they would really leave Saker.

Although the surrounding environment was a bit creepy, he felt much more relieved when he thought of the driver who drove for him outside.

During the two days of his journey, he read several more books. The books said that those who can have mastery are undoubtedly the pride of heaven, and even the pride of heaven is difficult to achieve without 10 or 20 years of concentration.

So Claymont believes that the coachman who was transformed from refugees is definitely a big shot with a story, and all he has to do is to hold this thigh tightly. After all, he doesn’t know much about the power system of this world now, so he can only learn from his master!

"Uncle, you've been driving the car for a day and must be tired too. Let me do it. Go to the carriage to drink some water and eat some dry food for a while!"

Claymont was very familiar with the matter of driving a car in his previous life. When he was a child, he was inconvenient in his hometown and was not in good condition. When the food was ripe, he would help his parents pull the grain cut from the fields back in a ox cart.

The same journey is the same, and the carriage should be similar. However, the reason why Claymont made this suggestion was not because he wanted to experience the joy of childhood, but because he wanted to reduce the distance between him and the coachman through these.

But to his disappointment, the coachman still had no idea to communicate with him.

When the time comes, the moon rises, the hazy moonlight shines through the gaps of the leaves into the woods, dispelling the strange and quietness before, and covering the woods with a layer of white gauze.

Claymont in the carriage was also a little sleepy at this moment, but the bumps in the carriage kept him awake.

Although this forest is vast, fortunately, I didn’t encounter any disturbances from wild beasts along the way. But I think so, this forest is on the border line of the Saker Territory, surrounded by other barons’ territory. Pedestrians and merchants in the west need to pass through this forest when entering and leaving the Saker Territory, so there is naturally no problem with public security.

Tightening the worn cotton robe on his body, Claymont poked out the window of the "Adventures of the Dragon Knight" in his hand and started reading it through the moonlight.

On the shaft of the carriage, the coachman, who was like a sculpture, heard the subtle sound of reading in the carriage, his eyes gradually became empty, the frequency of waving the horse whip in his hand also decreased, and his thoughts seemed to float back many years ago...

However, just as Claymont was immersed in the bizarre world in the book, the rapid cry of night owls suddenly sounded in the forest behind the carriage, followed by the "puff" sound of flapping wings.

Pulling back to reality by the sound, the coachman's expression gradually became violent, as if the enemy with deep blood hatred appeared.

However, this violent expression did not last long and disappeared almost instantly.

However, the whip in his hand was swung rapidly at this moment. The sudden acceleration of the carriage made Claymont almost throw the book in his hand.

"Uncle, what's wrong? I'm going to Baron Hardy's territory ahead. Actually, there's no need to be so anxious!"

Claymont, who didn't know what happened, thought the coachman wanted to arrive in the town early. According to the time, it was only about nine o'clock now, which was indeed early for him.

But Claymont's words did not slow down the carriage, but instead became faster. In the carriage, he almost had to support it with both hands to avoid being shaken down.

Seeing this scene, Claymont also realized something, then held the dagger beside him in his hand, listening to the movement outside the car with a serious breath.

...

In the woods a few hundred meters away from the carriage, I saw the carriage that suddenly ran up. Korchi, who was sitting on the horse's back, glanced at the knight attendant who caused the movement with a fierce look, and then slapped the horse and chased the carriage.

At this moment, the movement of this man running was no smaller than that of a carriage.

As a junior knight, Kovich is very proud. When the junior knights of the same period were worried about the riding armor and mounts, he got these effortlessly, and the price was only for five years. This was very cost-effective for civilians like him. Moreover, the taste of the noble lady is really good!

Thinking of this, the flames in Kovic's heart suddenly ignited. It would not take much time to deal with a waste Baron and his coachman, and he should be able to rush back before the moon is in the middle.

Thinking of the tender, white and smooth skin like silk, Kovic couldn't help swallowing, then pulled out his sword and slapped the horse's butt. The iron-bone horse under his seat jumped out instantly. The sound of the horse's hooves shattered the gauze, and disappeared in the sight of the attendant in a blink of an eye, leaving only dust all the way.

In front, Claymont, who lifted the curtain to observe the situation, heard the sound of horse hooves like thunder, and cold sweat couldn't help but hang on his forehead.

For a moment, his mind was full of twists and he followed everything that had happened in the past few days in his mind, but he didn't notice anything.

"I haven't made enemies with anyone these days! Could it be that this body had a grudge before? Or was it that the person came to the coachman?"

As for whether the visitor was passing by, he never thought at all. He was not a fool. The coachman's reaction was obvious. Moreover, the visitor caught up after the movement just now, and it was obviously coming for them.

...

After all, the person who pulled the cart was just an ordinary horse, and he was holding a cart of two people. How could he run over the Knight's mount? So soon Claymont saw the appearance of the visitor.

When he saw this man for the first time, Claymont breathed a sigh of relief, because there was only one enemy, but soon he became nervous again.

Because this person is a burly knight wearing a heavy black armor, a semi-enclosed helmet, and his majestic mount under his crotch is also wearing armor. At this moment, this person and horse are like a dark knight stomping on the dawn, which is extremely frightening.

While Claymont was looking at the Black Armored Knight, Kovic was also looking at the Viscount's son in the carriage.

"Haha, you are Mr. Cramont?"

When he heard the question of the Black Armored Knight, Claymont was speechless. If you don’t know me, why are you chasing me? But he still pretended to be calm and jumped out of the carriage, learned the etiquette of the civilians to the nobles, and saluted the knight in front of him.

"Your Excellency Knight, you must have recognized the wrong person! I am not called Claymont!"

"Oh! Is that true! Haha, that's probably because I recognized the wrong person!"

Hearing the words of the Knight, Claymont, who lowered his head, was delighted, but soon his fantasy was shattered by the sound of wind coming from his ears!

Before I could think too much, the short sword hidden in my sleeve came to his hand by a devil. Then the short sword raised upwards, and the giant sword that the knight slashed slid out slanted.

Seeing Claymont's move, Kovic, who was originally playing tricks, his eyes gradually became gloomy. Then the giant sword in his hand pierced straight with thunder, with the target of Claymont's throat.

Feeling the faint stinging sensation from the throat, Claymont's eyes stagnated, and then the short sword in his hand turned into a lightning bolt, colliding with the opponent's giant sword, but at the moment of the collision, the giant sword suddenly turned red.

Boom!

After a muffled sound, Claymont flew backwards and smashed hard on the trunk next to the carriage, while the black-armored Knight sat upright on the horse's back and motionless as a mountain.

...

Chapter completed!