The night is cloudless, the sky is cloudless tonight, the stars are shining under the clear night sky, and the whole world seems to be covered with a silver veil under the full moon.

Hazy, yet extraordinarily charming.

In a humble camp, a middle-aged man's brow furrowed.

"Boss, bear with me." A young man whispered.

The middle-aged man nodded, then gritted his teeth.

The young man held a knife in his right hand, and then gently stabbed into the middle-aged man's right ribs, this action made the middle-aged man let out a muffled snort, his face turned pale, and sweat began to emerge from his forehead. The young man bit his lower lip and began to move his right hand, and the knife cut the upper and lower parts of the middle-aged man's right rib as if he were cutting a steak.

Blood, pouring out of the wound.

"Boss, bear with me a little longer." The young man glanced up at the middle-aged man, and found that his face was beginning to turn pale, he put the knife down, whispered another word of reassurance, and then held his right hand on a broken rod, "I'm going to pull it out." ”

"Pluck!" The middle-aged man let out a deep voice similar to the roar of a beast.

"Three! Two! ”

The young man whispered, but he didn't say the word "one", so he suddenly exerted his right hand, only to hear a slight sound of "poof", and a broken rod with an arrow was pulled out by the young man, and at the same time, a bloody arrow shot out.

The middle-aged man let out an even deeper roar in his throat as if he had been hit hard, and his face was as pale as paper.

The young man hurriedly threw away the arrowhead, quickly took out the ointment that had been prepared on the side and applied it, and then began to wrap the bandage. After a while, the bleeding from the wound finally stopped, but the wound was quite deep, although it did not hurt the bones and internal organs. However, it will take at least a month or more to heal completely.

"Whew." The middle-aged man exhaled a turbid breath, although his face was still pale, but his whole spirit was obviously a little better than before.

"Fortunately, the arrows are not quenched." The young man said in a deep voice, "Otherwise, the consequences will be unimaginable." ”

The middle-aged man didn't speak, but turned his head to look at everything around him, and his expression obviously began to become a little ugly.

There were no fences, not even tents and sleeping bags, so everyone slept on the ground. But that's not a problem, the real problem is that there are a lot of wounded soldiers in the camp right now. The middle-aged man didn't need to think about it, these wounded soldiers were at least more than two hundred, although most of them were only slightly injured, but there were also some people whose problems were really serious, and I am afraid that they would not survive tonight.

This group. It's the White Wing mercenary group that left the trade capital.

The original team of 3,000 people is now less than 500 people. If the wounded part is removed. I'm afraid that only more than 200 people are still capable of fighting.

The middle-aged man didn't understand why they would encounter such a strong attack and pursuit when they entered the border of the Dabiang Kingdom, which was completely illogical.

In fact, the middle-aged man really couldn't understand.

The border of the Kingdom of Dabion to the Tonis Territory has been under pressure from the northern nobility since it was last defeated by Alfred. The kingdom of Dabion sent an army to garrison it. Therefore, the behavior of the White Wing mercenary group crossing the border was naturally misunderstood by the Dabiang Kingdom, coupled with the cowardice of the Boulder family and the defeat of the 4,000 noble alliance, which made the Dabiang Kingdom feel disgraced. Therefore, the White Wing mercenary group was regarded as the reinforcement of the Marquis of Tonys, and naturally carried out a fierce sweep.

I have to say that the White Wing Mercenary Regiment does have some strength.

It is indeed not easy for 3,000 soldiers to fight their way out in the face of the 30,000 garrisons of the Kingdom of Dabiang.

Of course, the price is naturally that the entire white-wing mercenary group has basically been disabled, and it is absolutely impossible to set off any more storms. As the core members of the Duchy of Rumbell, there are only two of the three left-the middle-aged man with gray temples was seriously injured in a fierce battle, and he knew that he probably had no hope of living, so he resolutely led a thousand seriously injured mercenaries to take charge of the rear, creating a chance for the others to escape.

Fortunately, the leader of the White Wing Mercenary Group was so desperate to break down, otherwise the entire White Wing Mercenary Group would probably really be completely destroyed.

It's just that at this moment.

The middle-aged man sighed and reached out to touch his saber.

His weapon is a heavy knife, adapted from a military knife, with a blade that is about a meter long and has a small arc, so that it can be swung up a little faster. In terms of combat effectiveness alone, he can rank in the top five in the entire inner circle of white-winged mercenaries, but with the death of those who are stronger than him one after another, he is now a well-deserved number one, but the title of this number one is really a bit ridiculous.

Because his strength has only just entered the upper silver, and he has been promoted in this inexplicable war.

"Boss?" The young man seemed to notice the change in momentum on the middle-aged man's body, and said with some doubts.

"It's nothing, I'm just homesick." The middle-aged man smiled, "Are you homesick?" ”

"Chief, where did I come from?" The young man smiled bitterly, "If you hadn't taken me home back then, I would have died a long time ago." ”

The middle-aged man was stunned for a moment, and then said: "Everyone will have a home in their hearts." …… The head of the regiment has it, and I have it too, so you should have it too. ”

"Boss?" The young man didn't seem to understand the meaning of the phrase.

"It's nothing, I just want to go home." The middle-aged man lifted the heavy knife, then stuck it on the ground, supported his body and stood up, the young man on the side hurriedly reached out to support the middle-aged man, he was really weak at the moment, "It doesn't matter if you can't find a home in the future, but you must find your own faith." …… Only with faith can you have strength, so home is my faith for me. ”

The young man nodded as if he didn't understand.

The middle-aged man didn't seem to expect the young man to understand immediately, he just picked up a heavy knife, and then walked forward: "Commander, I'm sorry. ”

……

This is a very common small house in White Pigeon Town, not too big, but very clean and tidy.

Elsie lives here.

But at the moment in the house. Elsie wasn't alone.

Sean and Cecilia are also there.

But at this moment, they are helping Elsie clean up and organize things, their movements are very skillful, what should be brought and what should not be brought are very clear, and the things that are sorted out and summarized are also very well classified. Originally, Elsie had prepared more than a dozen boxes of things, but after being sorted out by Sean and Cecilia a little, there were only three boxes left.

"I can't see it, you're really good." Elsie said with heartfelt appreciation.

"Hehe, I said we used to be mercenaries, do you believe it?"

"Faith." Elsie nodded. "Whatever you say, I believe it."

Cecilia snickered, and Sean could only shake his head helplessly: "Don't you wait for tomorrow?" ”

"Cassius has returned, just outside the town waiting for me, not tomorrow." Elsie shook her head. His whole person looks a lot more decisive than before, and the whole person seems very confident. This is indeed a good thing for Elsie. But Sean always felt a little subtle and strange, "Sean, these days, thank you." ”

"Do you still need to be polite with me?" Sean smiled, "Actually, I still think it's a very good choice to be a believer in the goddess of ice and snow and winter. And you later become the head of the Knights. It's good for me. When the time comes to fight with others, I will not only have a priesthood order, but also a Templar knighthood, you think about it. Who will dare to fight me then? I'm just invincible. ”

"Don't forget the Pure White Winged Knights of the St. Joels Empire." Elsie retorted mercilessly, "That's a true army of fanatics, never afraid of sacrifice, and I don't have the confidence to fight them." ”

"Really don't think about it anymore?" Sean still seems to be a little unwilling.

"This is Elsie's faith." Cecilia said helplessly on the side, "Sean, don't interfere with other people's beliefs. ”

Sean was a little dazed, he was an atheist, and faith was not as practical to him as principles.

Elsie didn't know what Sean was thinking, but saw Sean's somewhat dazed expression, so he continued to speak: "I want to know what kind of person my mother is. In my mind, the only thing left of her was gentleness, but I always felt that it was more than that. So I decided that no matter how hard it was, I had to go to the headquarters of the Twilight Goddess Church, where I felt that I could truly get to know my mother. ”

Hearing Elsie say this, Sean could only sigh helplessly, and at this moment he could be regarded as completely giving up the idea of wooing Elsie: "Don't worry, you will definitely become a very good Templar in the future." ”

Sean knew that his golden eyes would never go wrong. Elsie is indeed very suitable to be a clergyman, if it weren't for Elsie's profession being a knight, Sean would actually want to suggest that Elsie simply become a priest, but seeing Elsie's strong will, Sean dispelled this idea. In fact, if Elsie really wanted to believe in the goddess of ice and winter, Sean bet he would grow faster.

But alas, Elsie has found her own faith.

Elsie thanked him from the bottom of his heart: "Sean, you made me believe that there are still good people in this world. …… Sean, you really are a good person. ”

Sean's heart suddenly twitched, and the expression on his face was a little strange: he actually received a good person card!

And it's also a good guy card issued by a man to himself!

"Sean is indeed a good person." Cecilia unceremoniously made up for it.

So Sean looked at the two of them helplessly, and he really didn't know what to say, so he could only silently bow his head and continue to help Elsie pack his things.

Soon, when everything was packed, Elsie didn't stay any longer, but went out with his things. Outside the door, there was already a carriage waiting, this was a gift from Sean to Elsie, and the coachman was already ready, watching Elsie wave goodbye, get into the carriage and leave, Sean's face finally showed a little regret.

"What's wrong?" Cecilia asked.

"Cecilia, do you have faith?" Sean asked.

"You know, magicians don't believe in gods." Cecilia replied without hesitation.

"I'm not talking about the faith of the gods, but the faith of your heart." Sean said softly, "I once heard a man say that faith is the source of strength, and only those who have faith will have the motivation to keep moving forward. …… Elsie used to just think about how to make money and get a good territory, but this time the incident may have hit him very hard, and I saw the extreme desire for strength hidden in my eyes, and I was afraid that he would go astray. ”

"So you're thinking of keeping him in the territory?" Cecilia blinked, a look of surprise.

"Twilight is not a good god, I just hope that Elsie's faith in his heart is enough to make his will strong enough." Sean shook his head helplessly, "So, Cecilia, do you have faith?" ”

"If it's the motivation and source to keep getting stronger, I have it too." Cecilia said seriously.

"What is it?" Sean asked.

"Secret."

Cecilia looked at Sean and smiled playfully, but said silently in her heart: Being able to help you is my greatest faith. (To be continued.) )

PS: Ahaha, I kept thinking about the cat people and catwomen when I wrote the last chapter, and as a result, I wrote the classification of wolves wrongly, and it has been revised. …… Thank you all for your great support and commuter pass!! It's only 60 shots!! Excellent!! …… I continue to work codewords!