Looking at Walker Dale's extremely pleasing and caring expression, Alan's eyes were gentle, but his mouth was still a calm tone.

"Yes, what sir said is, I'm so confused."

Upon hearing this, Walkerdale was also embarrassed and said with a smile as he woke up.

Then, the two of them stood up and down, quietly by the girl, waiting for her to wake up.

However, although it was waiting, the girl woke up within a few minutes.

"Brother, are you okay?"

However, what Allen and Walkerdale did not expect was that the first sentence the girl blurted out was not something else, but her concern for her brother.

After hearing this, a warm smile appeared on the corner of the boy's mouth, and a hint of praise flashed in Allen's eyes.

The brother can be willing to do whatever he wants for his sister, and the younger sister is also concerned about her as soon as she wakes up.

How can such friendship not make people move and not make people fascinated?

"Don't worry, I'm fine."

Walkerdale hugged the girl, as if he could feel the fear and worry in his heart, patted her back and said softly.

"That's good, that's good."

The girl hugged Walker and hugged him tightly, her voice trembling slightly, and she repeated.

Allen did not interrupt the two of them's rejoicing thoughts of surviving the disaster, so he just stood aside and quietly waited for them to calm down.

"Daphne, it was this gentleman who saved us."

The fear, fear, worry and other emotions of death quickly dissipated, and after calming down the excitement of surviving the disaster, Walker Dall also remembered the existence of a stranger beside him.

He let go of Daphne's hands and took her to Alan's side, introducing him to Alan's identity.

"Thank you, sir."

Daphne's pretty face was still covered with tears, as if there was happiness and joy in it. She lowered her head, bent over slightly, and performed a very standard aristocratic etiquette for thanks.

To be honest, such etiquette is more applied to those evening parties that are dressed up and high-end and atmospheric dinners, and should not appear on the battlefield, especially when the girl is wearing not evening dresses but armor.

Even though, this armor has etiquette decoration and purpose.

However, Allen didn't think there was anything.

Because even in such a scene, such an environment, and such a dress, Daphne's expression did not reduce at all, and she was still decent and dignified and generous.

However, the form of this etiquette seems to be derived from the etiquette of the Dawn Empire?

Squeezing the doubt for the time being, Allen answered in his mind with a gesture that had been imitating thousands of times.

"No thanks, Miss Daphne."

"I'm sorry, I'm late."

Hearing this, whether it was Daphne who had just finished saluting and stood up straight, or the boy who was called Walker Dale, his face was slightly shaking, as if he had heard something.

After looking at each other, Walker Daller spoke actively.

"Sir, what do you mean?"

Hearing this, for the first time, Allen smiled unconcealedly in front of the two of them. He looked at Walkerdal with familiarity and affection in his eyes.

"Long time no see, Master Simmons?"

This familiar name seems to awaken the two of them’s dusty memories.

The torrent of time rushed rapidly in my mind, bringing up those memories that were buried in my mind.
Chapter completed!