"No, there is no girl you mentioned, Lord Knight."
The simple-looking man rubbed his hands uneasily, lowered his head, and answered honestly.
Although he didn't know the identity of the knight in front of him, he was so nervous that he stuttered when he saw the expensive outer armor, brown skin, and the appearance that he was not easy to mess with.
The black-haired knight was silent for a while, then waved his hand.
Standing in front of this Lord Knight, he really didn't dare to take a breath.
Heimos looked up at the sky, the sun was bright in the sky, but no matter how bright the light was, it couldn't illuminate his gloomy eyes at the moment.
The breeze brushed his dark hair, and the shadow that fell on his eyes swayed.
He took a deep look at the sky, then, turned on his horse, pulled the reins, and drove the horse to the entrance of the village.
The commoners in the village were obviously afraid of him, and they all stayed away from him.
Moreover, because of yesterday's earthquake, most of the earthen houses that had been repaired in the last earthquake were cracked again, and many houses were completely destroyed. Some houses were not collapsed but were already crumbling.
The only good thing is that there were not many casualties.
At this moment, everyone was busy repairing the house and rescuing the only remaining belongings. No one had the mind to meddle in their own business, and they dared not disturb this seemingly innocuous Lord Knight.
Seeing that the black-haired knight was about to leave, many people were secretly relieved.
Just when Heimos trotted to the entrance of the village on horseback, suddenly, there was a loud bang, and a loud noise came from behind.
The sharpness of the martial artist made him reflexively tighten his body, glanced back, and then relaxed.
It was the sound of a mud house not far away suddenly collapsing.
Immediately, there was a shout of saving people from there, as if the people who were repairing the house were pressed down by the suddenly collapsed house.
Almost all the people in the village lowered their heads and did not look up to see each other. They all knew each other. When they heard someone was being pinned down, everyone put down their work and hurried over to save them.
They moved away the collapsed mud blocks, window bars, etc., and when they looked again, everyone was dumbfounded.
I saw a huge log just pressed on the man. The log was the pillar supporting the whole house. It was so big and heavy that it was difficult to lift it for a while. A few people tried to lift it up. As soon as they tried hard, but they were not strong enough, the top beam swayed a few times, and the person who was pressed down let out a wailing, and instantly fainted, and those few people didn't dare to move anymore. .
If you want to avoid hurting the person below, unless you lift the pillar in one breath, you have to be steady, but how can they have that much strength
So, they could only be helpless around the side, discussing at a high speed, but the man's face was already pale, and he might not be able to drag it any longer, and the man's wife and children were already beside him. Woo woo cried.
Heimos glanced lightly, turned his head in disinterest, and continued to ride his horse forward.
However, just as he trotted his horse a few steps, Garlan's figure suddenly flashed across his mind.
… If Garlan was here, he would definitely drag him over to help.
Heimos lowered his eyes and sighed inaudibly.
Even just thinking about that figure would make him inexplicably soften a bit.
Then, he turned around and ran quickly.
When he got there, he jumped off his horse, pushed away the people around him, and walked in.
He took a step forward, grabbed one end of the log with both hands, and when he exerted force, the muscles of his shoulders and arms suddenly tensed and bulged. In the eyes of everyone in disbelief, the big and heavy pillar was stably held by him alone. He lifted it up without even shaking it.
He threw the log aside and made a loud bang, which awakened the stunned people, and someone rushed forward to carry the unconscious person out.
Heimos casually clapped the dust in his hands, and didn't bother to talk to the few civilians who were desperately thanking him.
However, when he was just sitting firmly on the horse, he suddenly heard a few words, which made him pause.
The old woman who was kneeling and thanking him looked at him gratefully, and said ramble: "You are really a good person, thanks to you, Sir Knight, you are just like the noble young master yesterday, good-looking. Well, they are all good people."
With a sudden movement in his heart, Heimos turned to look at the old woman.
"How old is the aristocratic young master you said? What does he look like? He looks good?"
"Uh, probably, maybe sixteen or seventeen years old." Unexpectedly, Heimos asked suddenly, and the old woman stammered and replied, "It's beautiful, really beautiful, it's a blond young master, and a knight. You are also a good-hearted person, thanks to him, my neighbor's granddaughter was not taken away and sold."
A sixteen- or seventeen-year-old blond aristocratic boy.
Heimos tightened his fingers on the reins, and his eyes suddenly became sharp.
"Tell me the details."
…
The horse was galloping down the avenue, and Heimos was rushing back to the city of Tverul that he had just left.
His face was tight, obviously in a bad mood.
He and Kaihos both believed that in order to avoid being found, Gallan would disguise himself as a girl for a long time, but he did not expect to return to his original appearance so quickly.
So they were looking in the wrong direction.
According to what the old woman said, since Garlan passed through this village last night, he is probably still in Tverul City now.
Also, that bard who has been following Garlan... Who is it!
Thinking of this, Heimos sped up and galloped towards the city.
Not far ahead is a three-way intersection, with one side leading to the Tverul Mountains and one side leading to the city.
Before Heimos ran his horse to the fork, there was a chaotic sound of hooves on the road leading to the city, as well as shouting, as if something trouble had happened.
In a hurry to return to the city, not wanting to get into trouble and waste time, he tightened the reins, slowed down, and listened intently.
Suddenly, a familiar voice made him startled.
Looking up again, the familiar figure in the distance has already galloped towards here.
For some reason, Heimos subconsciously pulled the reins and rode into the trees beside him, avoiding the sight of the other party.
He watched from behind the bushes as Garlan galloped past his eyes.
Under the fiery sunshine, the young man held his head up, his eyes bright and radiant.
The wind whistled beside him, and his long golden hair flew behind him.
Even though he was only dressed in rough clothes without any decoration, the young man seemed to be glowing with brilliance, causing Heimos, who was hiding behind the bushes and watching him, to lose his mind for a moment.
The sound of the hooves was gone, and so was the figure of Garlan.
Heimos withdrew his gaze and pursed his lips into a smile.
There was an indescribable softness in that smile.
He thought that when he found Garland who left without saying goodbye, he would be angry, he would be angry, he would ask unceremoniously, and he must get an answer from Garland.
But at the moment of seeing that figure, it all seemed unimportant.
Even that answer doesn't matter anymore.
Garland is there.
He was where he could see.
It was just this that made him smile from the bottom of his heart.
Not long after Garlan left, a group of soldiers chased after him on horseback and hurried past in the same direction, apparently chasing after Garlan.
That's the road to the Tverul Mountains.
After everyone passed, Heimos came out of the bushes, he smiled lightly again, and then he chased after him with his horse.
…
Garland and Shulos were speeding on the avenue, while Shulos urged the horse to speed up, while still shouting to Garland in a loud voice.
"Aren't you too ruthless now? You tied a noble directly?"
Garland also answered loudly: "I said that the solution is to be solved in the way of a ranger. This method is the easiest and most convenient."
"Convenience is convenient, but it is a capital crime for civilians to harm nobles, and this guy looks like a high-ranking noble. If you come here, he will never let you go."
"It's okay, I can't die, my status is higher than him."
Shulos snorted.
"Just blow it up, you are fair-skinned, can you compare to other people's brown-skinned nobles?"
While the two were galloping on their horses and shouting to each other, Mount Tverul arrived.
The chasing soldiers were still behind him, and without saying a word, Garlan rushed directly into the mountain road, and Shulos followed closely behind.
It was just because of yesterday's earthquake that the smooth mountain road had become much more difficult, and they had to slow down. As a result, the pursuers who had been thrown far away by them slowly caught up.
The one leading the charge was the city gate guard they saw yesterday.
But it must be the same. Those who can lead the kind of gladiatorial meeting among the many nobles in the city must have a high status in the city, and Garlan thought of this, and decided to go to the beast fight and hijack this person.
He was going to take the gatekeeper to the blocked waterfall, and let him and all the soldiers under his command see that place with their own eyes, and see the crisis in Tverul City.
The crudest, most direct, but also the most effective way.
I ran to the middle of the mountain, and I couldn't go on horseback anymore, because the mountain road was almost destroyed.
Garlan jumped off his horse, Shulos grabbed the noble man and rudely carried him, who was still in a coma, up the mountain.
Garlan looked at Shulos' behavior and joked.
"Why, if you treat the nobles like this, you are not afraid of capital punishment?"
"Tsk, I've already reached this point, and I'll be hypocritical if I look forward and backward, I'll give it up—"
Shulos is already broken.
In a trance, the corpse of the burned village a long time ago appeared again, and at that time, he fled there in a hurry.
This escape, escaped for so many years.
This escape, over the years, has made him a little bit like himself, but not like himself.
So this time, he didn't want to run away.
The young man smiled slightly.
"I can't die."
He said, "I am a prince, I will protect you, you will not die."
The bard carried the aristocratic man on his back and snorted angrily at Garlan while walking hard on the rugged mountain road.
"Are you a prince?"
He sneered unceremoniously.
"If you are a prince, then I am King Camos!"