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Terrence turned his head. To his surprise, the only people who came in were Rom and the man he brought out.

Rom seemed to be in a bad mood. The scar on the bridge of his nose was red, which was a sign of anger. Terrence was careful not to let himself make a sound, lest the other party want to take it out on him again—no matter how outrageous and fearless, Terrence Lance is not one to allow himself to be beaten, either.

Obviously everyone knows Rom's temper, and the men who were chattering behind their backs just now became more honest, and turned their heads to look at the companions who went out with Rom.

The man explained: "We haven't seen anyone. The person who came to deliver the news said that the rumors are tight now, and the higher authorities don't want to reveal their identities, so they want us to take this kid out of the forest and get out of here."

Hearing the man's words, Terrence frowned quietly - if they entered the White Bone Tower forest, it would be difficult for Lancer and the others to find him.

He stood up suddenly, and shouted at the group of people: "What are you trying to do? I will never go into the forest with you!"

"Smelly brat, is there something for you to talk about?" Rom kicked the chair next to him and yelled at Terrence.

Terrence seemed to be frightened by him, and took a few steps back with a pale face, but bumped into the window, and the iron chains on his hands tied behind him hit the glass with a sound.Terrence pretended to be trembling and tried to open the window latch, and continued: "Anyway, don't think that I will continue to walk with you! Don't forget my identity, it will never be good for you to kidnap me end."

He stared at the already angry Rom and pulled out a sneer: "You will not forget why you were sentenced to death before, right? This time you will not be lucky enough to survive."

"Are you threatening me?" Rom's face was gloomy, and he squeezed out a ho-ho laugh from his throat and walked towards Terrence.The accomplice behind him wanted to hold him back, but he threw him aside casually.

The heart of this man who survived with resentment and resentment has long been twisted into a ghost. Terrence's provocation is like a bucket of oil poured on his anger, making him rush to Terrence's side like a madman , and punched him hard in the stomach.

After all, Terrence is a mage, and his physical defense is negligible. Rom's punch made his internal organs fall apart, and the pain caused him to bite the tip of his tongue.

And Rom's second punch came again.

Terrence kept paying attention to him from the corner of his eye, and quickly turned his body to avoid it—thanks to the punch in front of the other party, because he was already bent over in pain, otherwise, with his reaction speed, I'm afraid he would Will be beaten hard.

Rom's punch missed, and made a hole in the glass behind Terrence, making a loud crash.The companions behind him immediately came over and held his shoulders and arms.

Among them, the man who was able to talk to Rom spoke out to dissuade him: "Don't make too much noise, or your whereabouts will be exposed."

Terrence watched coldly that lunatic Roma being suppressed tightly, and stood up straight from the pain in his lower abdomen.He seemed to be panting against the wall, but in fact, he had already stretched out his hand outside the window, and put down the cufflinks he had prepared long ago on the window sill, drawing a symbol with blood on his finger cut by the broken glass.

Lancer sat alone under the tree, his face was ugly as hell.

Seeing him like this, Evan sighed in his heart, handed the freshly picked fruit to him, and said, "Eat something to fill your stomach."

Lancer just closed his eyes and frowned tightly, as if he didn't hear it, Evan had no choice but to stuff the fruit into his hand, and said: "It will take a little time for the scouts to investigate the clues. You must fill your stomach first before continuing to look for people." ah!"

His reassurance had no effect on Lancer, and Evan sighed, sat down next to him, and rubbed his eyes wearily.

The few of them have not had much rest since they came out of Alderete City, searching for Terrence everywhere.

The guys who held the little duke hostage had no intention of resting in the town. It was undoubtedly a time-consuming and laborious task to find their traces in the vast wilderness. All the way to find them now, both mentally and physically.

Among them, Lancer was particularly serious.

Evan watched the blond knight become more and more silent day by day, because the gloomy atmosphere around him made all the fellow soldiers nervous.

And just this morning, Lanser walked half way and his face became weird and ugly. No matter how anxious he was, the knight who showed his rationality suddenly stopped in place with a bewildered and fragile expression, as if he had suffered a very serious blow.

Until now, Lancer still seems to have not recovered from that state.If Evan hadn't stopped him, he would have followed all the scouts, wishing he could dig three feet to find Terrence.

What Evan is most worried about now is Lanser's mental state. He is worried that if he can't find His Excellency the Duke, the other party may do something reckless—I heard that he and the Duke have been together since they were young. It's pretty deep.

This is the affection that Evan, who has always been alone, can hardly understand, but he feels the same anxiety and uneasiness in the blond knight.

Thinking like this, Evan couldn't help but patted Lanser on the shoulder, and with more strength from his exhausted spirit, he comforted him: "I didn't find any bad signs along the way, Your Excellency the Duke must be waiting for you." We are going to rescue him, you have to cheer up."

Lancer finally opened his eyes and looked at Evan. The other party's worried eyes brought him back to his senses, shook his head and said, "I'm fine."

"Really?" Evan asked, frowning.

"Don't worry, I still have to rush to Terrence's side, how can I be depressed all the time. I was just... forget it, it's nothing."

Lancer stood up as he spoke, his expression seemed to have regained his composure, but the eyes that raised his head to look at the top of the tree were filled with darkness that could not be dispelled.

The pain from Terrence, transmitted to him by empathy a few hours ago, still seemed to be throbbing in his nerve endings.

The fate of being connected with Terrence makes him closer to the other party than anyone else, but this closeness can only be conveyed by the other party's pain, and Lancer can't help feeling complicated about this.

The most embarrassing thing for Lancer is that even though he felt heartbroken because of Terrence's injury, at that moment, he was actually rejoiced because of Terrence's existence.The joy was so great that it overwhelmed the anger and pain for a moment.

——So embarrassing myself.

Lancer took a deep breath.

And he kept his head up, because of this, he didn't miss the songbird flying in the distance.

The little bird with its long tail flew stumbling all the way, when it saw Lancer, it uttered a sharp cry, and rushed down, directly crashing into Lancer's arms.

Lancer was taken aback, wondering how the songbird had found him.He picked up the little bird that was hanging in the air with its collar in its beak, only then did he realize that it was holding something shiny in its claws.

"...Terrence?" Lancer caught something under Songbird's claws—it was a silver cufflink engraved with the goshawk's family crest.

"Choo Choo Choo!"

The songbird tugged at Lancer's hair and flew in the direction it had come from, singing all the time.

Lancer's heart moved, and he said to Evan excitedly: "Hurry up! Let's follow it! It knows Terrence's whereabouts!"

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"What?" Evan jumped up.

"It's Terrence's cufflinks, it must have seen him before!"

Evan took the silver hole and nodded: "I'll leave a signal for others, let's go now."

Chasing the figure of Songbird, the two of them rushed to a nearby city.Lancer and Evan looked at each other, watching the songbird fly forward and finally landed on a window sill.

Lancer and the others chased after them and found that the three-story building standing on the side of the street was a hotel.

The hotel owner was a middle-aged man with a sallow complexion, when Lancer asked if there were a few people who brought a black-haired boy to stay at the hotel, his already unhappy face became more bitter and bitter: "Yes! Why not! Those bastards have something wrong with them. They came to stay in the morning and checked out at noon. As a result, when I went to check the room, the room was a mess and broke the glass of my chair, and I didn’t even pay for it!”

The middle-aged man complained and talked endlessly, but Lancer didn't have time to listen. He put a gold coin on the table to make the other party shut up, and took them to see the room.

The house has been tidied up, and it doesn't look as messy as the boss said, only the window facing the door, because the glass hasn't been bought back yet, remains broken, and songbirds are peeping through the glass The hole looked at them.

Lancer walked to the window, he noticed the blood stains on the sharp shards of glass, he stretched out his hand to touch it in a daze, the songbird knocked hard on the window sill outside, and then brought his attention back.

The songbird kept jumping around the window sill, and Lancer quickly noticed the red marks under its feet.

"What's this?" Evan walked to Lancer's side and also saw the symbol left on the windowsill. "'Towers' and arrows?"

"It was left by Terrence." Lancer pointed to the cursive deformation of the letter T, which Terrence often used when signing.

Evan opened the window, looked at the faintly visible outline of the forest outside the city, and asked, "Should we go to the White Bone Tower Forest and go all the way south?"