The carriages stopped by the roadside. The Chome Brothers were busy tying the carriages together so that they could be driven by one person.
After a fierce argument, the witches were finally persuaded by Annie to follow the clown into the woods.
Soon, it was Yorko's and the rest's turn.
"Sir, it's time for us to go." Rock Mountain passed by him with a bag of food on his back. "Otherwise, all our efforts will be in vain if the enemy notices us."
"Later, I want to say a few more words to her."
He thought it would take a long time to make a decision, but it only took him less than a quarter of an hour to decide.
The person who stood out was No. 76.
Although Rock Mountain and Annie also expressed their willingness to stay, Yorko finally chose her as the nominal leader of the team.
"I've received five years of combat training in the 'Black Money', so I can run fast. Don't worry about me too much." No. 76's speech was very simple, as simple as an ordinary farewell. "Isn't there a village in front of us? When I drive the carriages there and blend in with the villagers, they will never find me. When the storm is over, I'll meet you at the border city of Graycastle. Remember to wait for me there. "
However, the answer that the magician secretly told him was that the village was 30 miles away, and it was almost impossible for the people who stayed behind to reach there before the Knight. Moreover, after the carriages were connected, the speed of the journey would be greatly reduced, which made the chance even slimmer.
If the pursuers were not following the order of the King of Dawn to capture the witches, then everything would be a false alarm. However, if the pursuers were as the magician worried, Yorko could imagine how the deceived Knight would vent his anger on No. 76 even with his eyes closed.
He faintly realized that if the convoy was intercepted by the Knight Regiment of King's City, he would be the only one who could survive. Appen Moya might ask for a large ransom from Roland and ridicule him as the laughing stock of the nobles, but he would not easily send him to the guillotine. Apart from him, the others would basically die if they were caught.
Perhaps he was the one who should stay behind to attract the pursuers' attention.
Yorko had wanted to stand out several times, but his fear made him unable to move his feet. Until the end, he had not been able to say those words.
The ambassador is the face of the King. I can't be taken back to be ridiculed and insulted, because that would be equivalent to insulting the King of Graycastle. He could only comfort himself in this way. If he did not think so, he could not even look into No. 76's eyes.
Damn it, she was clearly just a slave that he had bought.
Yorko walked up to 76 and was about to say something, but she spoke first. "Sir, this is my own choice. It has nothing to do with 'black money'. Although Silver Mask always taught us to be ready to sacrifice for 'black money', I don't like it at all. I thought I would stay underground for the rest of my life, trying to please the customers, and when I grew old, I would become the new Silver Mask, or I would be sent to work as a laborer, never to see the light of day again. But you took me away from that place and allowed me to experience the vast world outside. I have no regrets. Hurry up and enter the forest, or it will be too late. "
"But …"
"Thank you, sir." No. 76 smiled. "Without your words, I might have been beaten to death in the underground karst cave. My life belongs to you. And I may not be in danger. If there is a chance, let's meet again in Graycastle. "
"Sir, we have to go," Brother Chom urged him from behind.
Yorko took a deep breath and turned to leave.
Yes, she was just a slave.
This was the most appropriate choice.
Although he thought so, his heart seemed to be blocked.
Before entering the forest, Yorko turned his head for the last time and saw that No. 76 had driven the caravan forward slowly. She did not stop or wave goodbye, as if it was just a simple farewell.
Just like the reason why she stood out.
Soon, the shadows of the trees blocked his sight.
*****
No. 76 did not let the caravan go all the way.
After about a mile, she stopped the horse.
She could not see the entrance to the forest anymore.
She jumped off the horse and sat at the end of the carriage, quietly waiting for the pursuers to come.
Sitting for a long time might be a long time, but it was just a moment for her. In the long years, she had no lack of time, so waiting had become a habit.
When the sun gradually set in the west, the figures of the Knight appeared at the end of the road.
They did not wear the emblem and colorful satin of the Knight Regiment of King's City, but their exquisite armor and tall horses showed that the pursuers did come from the big city.
No. 76 silently counted the number of the pursuers. There were 35 people in total, half of whom were squires. But from their eyes and behavior, it could be seen that these squires were much worse than the Knight in the small city.
Seeing the carriage stopped by the road, the leader frowned. He flicked his whip in the air, and the Knight immediately swarmed up and surrounded the caravan.
"Sir Logan, there is no one in the carriage!"
"Interesting... It seems that our Ambassador of Graycastle has sent out scouts." Logan sneered. "Caro, Chester, you two go back and check the footprints on both sides of the road. Since they abandoned the carriage and fled, it is impossible to leave no traces. "
This sentence had already explained their purpose for coming.
"Sir, this woman..."
"Cut off her hands and feet and interrogate her. But since she dared to stay here, you won't be able to get anything out of her."
"No need, they escaped to the forest." No. 76 stood up and said, "It's not far behind you. But... "
"But what?" A Knight had already pulled out his sword and reached for her arm with his other free hand.
Obviously, even if she told them the answer, they would not let her go.
"But you won't have the chance to trouble the witches anymore."
No. 76 raised her hand and grabbed the Knight's wrist with the speed of Lightning. Then she pulled hard, and the burly Knight flew into her arms like a child.
His head was tucked under her armpit.
The shoulders closed slightly, and the armor made a creaking sound that made one's teeth ache. Then, with a snap, the helmet left its original position, leaving a distance of about a fist's width between it and the collar armor at the neck.
The Knight convulsed like a dehydrated fish.
"Let go of Charlie!"
"Damn it, kill her!"
The others all pulled out their swords and stabbed her.
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