"Oh, is it past the confluence already?" Freya nodded, at the moment the distance was almost noon, and the originally gloomy rainy day was somewhat about to clear.

　　The maid in the car had already lolled to the side, a slight snore at the tip of her nose was in deep sleep.

　　Touching her stomach, Freya took out a piece of white bread from the parcel behind her and slowly tore it and ate it, just as she had eaten half of it, the grass on both sides of the main road suddenly came from the sizzling sound.

　　"Stop the carriage in front!"

　　Along with a coarse and mineral voice, twenty or so people with wooden sticks and machetes in their hands scurried out from the bushes.

　　"What's going on?" Freya frowned slightly, through the window of the car she saw that these people were all holding improvised weapons dressed in rags as well, and there was a faint smell of iron vaguely.

　　"Miss, it seems like bandits." Veit said calmly, as if it wasn't the first time he had encountered such a situation. "These guys usually only rob money and don't hurt anyone, I'll go talk to them."

　　"Hmm, well, you be careful." Freya saw Veit's calm eyes and had to nod.

　　Veit got down from the carriage and walked directly into the middle of the group with his hands raised above his head pointing to the carriage behind him seemingly talking to the bandit in the lead who seemed to be talking about something.

　　Freya quietly watched this scene, in the distance in her line of sight, that seems to be the leader of the bandits of the strong body with a face of beard, the upper body ** reveals strong and sturdy muscles, the weapon is also a machete used for chopping wood, but the size is much larger.

　　And the group behind him is also similar to the same attire, but their gaze is very calm and steady, walking also has a kind of taste after training.

　　Moreover, Freya in the car could vaguely hear some conversational voices from afar.

　　"This kind of tone..." steeply, Freya's face stared "No, they are not ordinary robbers!"

　　The two quickly seemed to have finished their negotiation, Vettel turned around with a smiling look on his face, waved his hand towards the carriage and was about to leave when the bandit leader behind him violently raised the machete in his hand.

　　''Plop.''

　　After a slight ringing sound, a spherical object was thrown into the air, and Veit's headless body slowly collapsed.

　　The suddenly changing scene made Freya not have time to think, quickly taking out the two swords placed in the carriage's compartment, one pulling up the still sleeping maid down the carriage quickly ran in the opposite direction.

　　Around the trees and weeds because of the rapid running and fast backward, Frya one hand grabbed the maid while nimbly bypassing the obstacles, eyes a calm, while she grabbed the maid is a face of panic and do not know what to do, can only try to keep up with Frya's pace.

　　And behind them came one or two insults and hurried footsteps from time to time, obviously this group of guys disguised as bandits were still following them closely.

　　Just now, when she saw Veit's death, Freya made a quick judgement and pulled her maid to escape without even taking the parcel, if it was just an ordinary bandit, then after killing another person, she would definitely give up the chase when she saw the empty carriage, but it was obvious that this group of people were fighting with the intention of exterminating them.

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　　"Little...Miss...I...I can't, what kind of people are those..." the running maid came up for air, although panicking but she was still in a daze.

　　Indeed, in just a moment ago was still asleep all of a sudden turned into a wildly running escape behind a large group of people still chasing after them, anyone would be this kind of reaction.

　　"If I'm not mistaken, those are Saladin's soldiers..." said Freya with her voice lowered.

　　Although Saladin and Byron belonged to two countries, the languages belonged to the same kind, the difference was only in the pronunciation, if it wasn't for the fact that she had some understanding of the amazement between the two countries in the book, I'm afraid she wouldn't have been able to determine it right away, and more than that, it was the aura of the soldiers that was on the body of that group of people.

　　Saladin's soldiers would actually hide as bandits to appear in Byron...all of this seemed unusual, and there was also the intention to silence them, there must be some kind of ulterior secret behind it.

　　Although it was two people escaping, but in fact it was Freya dragging the maid to run wildly, and with the passage of time, Freya felt that the maid that she grabbed was getting heavier and heavier, and it was estimated that in a little while, she would have to directly carry the maid to escape.

　　Looking at the maid who was already nearing her limit, Freya frowned slightly, she also understood the physical strength possessed by an unexercised commoner, but if she left her behind, there would definitely be only one outcome.

　　However, now that she was being dragged by the maid's weight, I was afraid that neither of them would be able to escape.

　　"Miss...little...you leave me...alone...and run away...if...you can go back...please tell Leta. ...I can't see him anymore." Perhaps also feeling that she was a burden, that little maid pleaded like Freya with a face full of tears.

　　"...... "Without answering the maid's plea, Freya just frowned slightly, her footsteps accelerated fiercely once again, and suddenly leapt up in a patch of grass.

　　The two of them almost slid sideways into the grass, the stickiness of the dirt and thick, rotting leaves from the rain instantly staining them.

　　Freya let go of the hand that was pulling on the maid and quickly picked up the weeds next to her and embraced them in unison, quickly covering her up, leaving only her face in place.

　　"Little...Miss..." the maid looked at what Freya did with a dazed look, her lips trembling slightly.

　　"Don't speak!" Freya reached out and smeared the only face exposed by the maid with sludge as well, and whispered "What's your name?"

　　"Miss...my name is Avery."

　　"Alright Avery, you stay right here, those words you just said, it's better if you say them yourself." A small smile appeared on Freya's calm face as she gently patted the maid, who was her age. "Of course, if it's not dead."

　　Without waiting for the maid to try to say anything, Freya directly jumped out of the grass again, creating some murmurs while running in the opposite direction.

　　The dirty dirt and grass clippings stuck to her face a cold sensation.

　　Freya gripped the hilts of the two swords in her hands tightly, a glint of ice flashing in her azure eyes.

　　"It's a bit earlier than expected, but we can only meet it head on!"