Kang felt his scalp numb, and a feeling of extreme danger came to his mind. Before he had time to think about it, his body had already reacted first, and he subconsciously rushed to the side, looking for the trees around him to act as obstacles.
puff!
The sound of several sharp weapons being inserted into the wood was heard, and the trees chosen by Kang as a barrier trembled, and the fine leaves were knocked down one after another.
As long as it is hit, no matter which part it is, it will be smashed into a ball of mud!
Kang leaned against the tree, his face turned pale, his chest kept heaving violently, and there was an instant feeling of cold dampness on his back.
"Escape! Can't stay!"
The next moment, Kang reacted. He stepped hard on the ground with both feet, and the man flew out using the reaction force.
Whoosh whoosh!
Several more continuous blasts of wind came over, and Kang suddenly felt that his scalp was about to explode, but there was no good way. At this time, he could only try his luck. Without any pause at his feet, Kang tried his best to fly forward.
Whether he will be hit by those unknown flying props can only depend on whether God will favor him.
Maybe today was Kang's lucky day. Several flying items barely missed his body, and the most recent one even scratched his sleeve, leaving a bloodstain on his arm before being nailed into it.
Looking at the tree on the side, Kang could clearly see that what injured him was a silver pointed cone the size of a fist.
However, he finally dodged the attack without incident. Kang moved as fast as he could, and finally ran more than ten meters away before the next attack. Under the cover of the woods at night, it was considered safe.
Distanced.
As he expected, no long-range attacks came from behind, but what surprised him was that there was no sound of pursuit from behind.
Although he didn't understand why Weekley and the young man didn't catch up, Kang knew that the current situation was to run as far as he could, and more importantly, to find Geer as soon as possible.
This is not how loyal Kang is to Geer. After hearing about the conspiracy between Vickery and Cordray, he actually did not have the idea to tell Geer immediately. For him, the first priority is to protect himself.
Lord, what he was thinking about was how to pretend that he didn't know about these plots. Of course, he would still tell Geer if he had the opportunity in the future when his own safety was available.
But now his plan has been completely shattered. When his whereabouts are discovered, he wants to live, not just to escape tonight. If something happens to Gal, it is natural for him to be silenced as a knower.
Only by finding and telling these things to Geer, and allowing Geer to return to San Lotaro safely, can he himself be safe as well.
Of course, there is another way to deal with Kang, which is to hide in his room and pretend that he has never been out. However, this method is completely betting that Vickery cannot see his appearance clearly. He has no confidence in this Kang and is too negative.
, completely resigned to fate. For Kang, who has a very strong desire to survive, he would never choose this method if he had other options.
In just a few breaths, Kang had already thought through all the causes and consequences, and without stopping, he ran directly out of the camp.
…
But Kang didn't know that after he left, the situation in the sparse grove changed again.
Vickley, who was originally a friend, and the young man were standing face to face, with a few meters between them, but the young man was blocking the direction of Vickley's progress, as if they had turned friends into enemies. And there was someone beside Vickley.
A man dressed as a swordsman appeared, pulled out his long sword and guarded him in front of Vickery, staring at the young man with eager eyes.
"Crispin, you deliberately let this mouse go, so that I had to cooperate with all my strength to deal with Griezmann in order to prevent the matter from being exposed. It's a good plan. But you probably didn't expect that this mouse is the first time
When he comes to West Borg City, he probably doesn’t even know the way out. My people can definitely be faster than him. As long as he is blocked, it will be difficult for him to see Griezmann. As long as he will see Griezmann before he sees him
If he catches it, then your plan will be in vain." Vickery said with a smile, and his tone was full of confidence and ease.
Crispin was silent for a while, without replying or getting out of the way. The swordsman who was protecting Vickery on the opposite side did not dare to act rashly. He knew the abilities of the young man opposite him very well and did not dare to relax at all.
The confrontation lasted for a long time, and after Kang was probably able to run out of the camp, Crispin walked aside and whispered: "I'm sorry, I owe you twice."
Vickery stared at Crispin fiercely, and his signature smile had disappeared. He was very confident before, but who knows if the other party has special means to notify Geer. For the calculating man,
For him, any uncontrollable factors need to be considered at their worst.
Originally, Vickery was just using his strength to get the Lanyon family to go to Fangel. It was none of his business which side won. He could get benefits without any effort, and he could also help Crispin once and complete the oath. The whole thing was
The events in the series do not require Vickery to come forward, he can just enjoy the show while enjoying his own benefits. But now Crispin's sudden actions have put him in a situation where he has to end, just like sitting in the stands drinking
Jiu watched the people fighting to the death in the arena below, and all he had to do was applaud from the sidelines. But now he was forced to enter the arena in person to participate in the battle. This feeling of being counter-calculated made Vickery swallowed.
A fly is so disgusting.
But Weekly knew very well that dealing with Crispin now was not a good choice, and dealing with the follow-up problems was the most important thing at the moment.
"Harlan, gather our people and block the roads around the Nemes Hotel." Although he was angry, Weekley made what he thought was the right decision.
"Sir, but he..." The swordsman named Harlan was a little worried about Crispin, worried that this man might hurt Weekly after he left.
"It's okay, go ahead."
"Yes." Harlan looked at Weekley, and finally chose to follow Weekley's order.
"I don't hope there will be a next time!" After Harlan left, Weekly said each word, each word with special force.
Crispin's response was to bow and retreat into the shadows of the woods.
After waiting for a while, after confirming that Crispin had left, Weekly punched the tree next to him hard, his face twisted, and he still had a suppressed low roar...
…
After a sumptuous dinner, Geer left the hotel alone, walked from the back door of the hotel to a somewhat narrow street, and walked along the street to a park at the other end.
Entering the snack street, there is a dome made of a whole piece of oilcloth supported on the top, and oil lamps are hung below the oilcloth, illuminating the street. On both sides are shops selling various snacks. Along the aisles, there are stools and tables in some shops.
It was even placed directly in the middle of the road, which attracted Geer to buy some snacks that were easy to carry.
When we arrived in front of the park, it was already closed, and the iron gate was locked tightly with thick chains. Only two old men on night watch were left in the guard room.
But this was not a problem for Ge Lai. He found a secret place, jumped lightly, grabbed the edge of the wall with one hand, and rolled in with all his strength.
Geer randomly found a small forest on the side, placed snacks on the edge of a stone bench, then took off the cross sword on his back, gently pulled out the sword body, and the bright moonlight leaked through the gaps in the woods.
It fell down, a little bit broken, and some moonlight reflected on the fine metal sword body, giving off a hazy light.
Geer slowly held the sword and danced the sword lightly, cutting the already very fine moonlight into no fragments. As Konatas' military swordsmanship unfolded with each move, the brilliance in the forest kept changing.
, like an illusion.
Whether it is one's own abilities or the combat power shown in battle, they are all obtained by persisting in training every day. It is said that if you don't practice for one day, your hands and feet will be slow, if you don't practice for two days, half will be lost, and if you don't practice for three days, you will be a layman.
, if you don’t practice for four days, you will see that your own abilities are never solidified. They will decline if you don’t exercise for a period of time. Therefore, Geer doesn’t dare to relax at all. Taking time out to practice various combat skills every day is one of his compulsory courses.
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The blade of the sword danced gently, and the breeze blew a few fallen leaves slowly drifting by. Everything was extremely quiet and peaceful.
Geer's mind was completely focused on the sword, as if his whole body and the cross sword were integrated into one body, being affected by every trajectory of the sword, and he didn't know where he was for a moment.
Click.
Geer's sword edge stagnated in mid-air for an instant, and he slowly retracted it, turning his body to face the direction of the incoming person.
"Sir, Lucaline's place is ready." It was Iona who came, and the sound of stepping on the leaves before was deliberately aggravated by her.
"Okay, I'll go back right away."
Watching Iona's figure disappear into the woods as if it had never appeared before, Geer was silent for a while, then resumed dancing the cross sword and continued the previously interrupted practice.