Before the little man could speak, he saw Adam seemingly waving something, and the whimpering sounded, and the white package was swaying faintly, as if he was to relieve the pain.

"What are you doing, this is it?"

Sean was puzzled. He was obviously a living person. When was the lord so cruel and incorruptible?

The white shadow seemed to hear his voice, and even forced himself to endure the small movement. The night was quiet and silent, without making any sound.

"We burned many bodies."

Luca gave a vague answer and kept silent.

Adam's face was so low that he counted the personnel with his eyes and led the team away again.

Sean seemed to hear a certain number, and watched the mercenaries pass by one by one, the strong men's eyes were red, and they made awkward and simple prayers to pay homage to the dead.

Cathy could not recall this night, with dizziness and pain taking turns fighting for her consciousness.

The unknown and fear of being controlled by time, leaving a shadow in her heart, no matter what, when she waited for freedom - she wanted to die.

The morning light becomes gray in my eyes, and life has no color and hope, so it is...sad.

Swish.

"Um."

She gritted her teeth, and new tears overflowed again, her eyes warmed.

But she didn't say anything this time, maybe it was gradually numb, or maybe it was because the perpetrator was hiding his hand.

It doesn't matter, she wants to commit suicide, and she has no reason to survive.

But the horse stopped and the perpetrator murmured.

"one."

Adam cut off the auxiliary rope, carried her from the horse's back, and put it down in the shade beside the tree.

Cathy frowned slightly, and her body felt clear pain, but there were very few parts that could move. She tried her best to turn her side and squeeze her whole body.

Turn the last grievance into tears.

She seemed to hear the other person go away, and the mood at that moment could be described as complicated.

Fortunately, Nightmare has left and I am still alive.

She was sad and humiliated, and wanted to commit suicide.

Despair, weak limbs, alone in the wilderness.

...

The sound of horse hooves rumbled, gradually fading away, and the whole world was fading.

Good night, she thought.

Sand, sand, sand.

Cathy's heart twitched, and the footsteps gradually approached. He wanted to crawl away, but he didn't have any strength.

She could easily imagine what ugly she was now, because she had seen people begging for mercy and surviving many times, and most of them struggled like this.

"Don't move, you're dying."

Adam threw the whip next to him.

That hideous appearance once symbolized majesty and honor, but now it looks no different from a poisonous snake.

Cathy subconsciously stayed away, and her sleepiness surged, and her eyelids were about to close.

"Die, let me die, I will curse you to hell, and Langya's eldest daughter was beaten to death by you..."

"Ha, you're so stupid."

Adam straightened the other person, tilted his delicate face, revealing the cracked scars on the other person's neck.

The dagger threat actually leaves a sense of justice, but unfortunately the horses bump and struggle seem to be a little pulled, and excessive blood loss is the cause of weakness.

"Are you awake?"

Cathy did not answer, but closed her eyes instead.

Adam held the gauze and the medicine in his hands, carefully treated the wound, leaving behind a white scarf.

"If you don't answer, I'll help you get rid of the other wound."

Cathy's "corpse" moved, as if she wanted to take off the dagger from her waist and commit suicide.

"I, I'm going to kill you, no, I'm going to die, drink."

【Attitude: Mental collapse】

Adam watched the other person quietly fall into an emotional corner, igniting the calm herbs prepared in advance, shaking them gently like a folding fan.

After a long time, the girl changed from crying to sob.

"Listen, I'll only tell you a few things."

The devil was talking, but he was so sleepy and tired.

Cathy's vision began to blur, as if something was covering her body, and her body temperature gradually recovered.

The slightest language is heard in my ears:

"Nagia Furley, being plotted against, if you have a conscience, it's better to find a way to take her out of Tygonda.

The bloodline can show traces, either premature death or sterilization, and she may put maternal love on you.

Also, I was used thoroughly by Arnold.

He expanded his army and recruited warlords, allowing those ambitious guys to strengthen his power and cultivate his army.

Then use you as bait, gather them together, and arrange them to clean up.

Arnold deliberately arranged for prisoners to fight with nobles to intensify the conflict. If I don't hijack you in public, I will still be dealt with and you will become a corpse.

The reason is that prisoners vent their anger and wait for an opportunity to massacre the powerful.

Tsk, your so-called pride in the kingdom is not taken seriously by the other party. Do you think clearly whether Anton Weisen is accumulating strength or looking back?

Oh, by the way, the reason you were beaten was because of eighteen lives, and died to please you.

If you want to kill me, come on.

If you take your anger to someone else, or you are stupid and unrestrained...

You will see me."

Cathy woke up from the bed and hugged the bedding in panic.

The large-scale sting made her lean back and collapse and she shrank.

"No, don't see it, don't."

She murmured to herself, tears bursting out from her eyes.

I secretly saw through the gap and realized that this was the room in Tygonda's courtyard.

The windows are wide open, the sun is shining, the canopy occupies the view, and birds are singing together.
Chapter completed!