Five days later.

　　The sky was overcast and drizzling.

　　On a wide road, four black carriages were slowly moving, and the carriages were surrounded by cavalrymen riding warhorses and wearing leather armour.

　　The drizzle hit their faces with a deep sense of exhaustion.

　　At the front of the carriage was a middle-aged man with a sturdy figure and a majestic and handsome face, wearing brown leather armour with a cross sword hanging from his waist, his golden hair was tied behind his back casually, and the rain gently hit his hard cheeks, without letting his firm eyes waver for a single millimetre.

　　This caravan is the baron and his party who escaped all the way from Green Castle.

　　Because of the rainy day, Freya who changed into an ordinary swordsman's uniform changed from riding a horse to sitting in a carriage, besides her, inside the car there was also Howard who was seriously injured and her brother Eric.

　　Because of the serious injury, Howard in these five days time except for the time to eat, other most of the time are resting, in order to quickly recover the body, while sitting in the innermost of the Eric is looking at a book of basic swordsmanship, fingers in the air from time to time to gesture two times, have a style.

　　Freya looked at her brother, the corner of her mouth slightly hooked up.

　　The destruction of Green Castle also let Eric change a lot, the original gloomy character is now also gradually cheerful a lot, in the baron's side is not to the previous as restrained, and from time to time also take the time to ask Frya some of the basic action essentials of swordsmanship, the relationship between the three people in this period of time has become very harmonious.

　　Lifting the curtain of the carriage, Freya inclined her head and saw the Baron who was walking at the front frowning slightly looking into the distance, that was the direction he had sent his close friends to scout ahead.

　　Because of Saladin's sudden attack, in the haste of time, most of the carriages were loaded with some money and valuables, but very little food and water was brought.

　　Even after careful calculation, the team of more than twenty people had little food left in three days, but on the fourth day, they came across a small stream on the road and solved the problem of drinking water, but the food was only enough for one day.

　　So for the supply, it was the first priority of this caravan.

　　According to the instructions on the map, there was a small town not far ahead, so if there were no mistakes, it might be possible to take a little break to replenish the food, of course this was only if there was a small town.

　　''Otherwise, we can only pause for a while and rely on hunting some wild beasts to feed our hunger.'' Freya thought down.

　　Knowing that they were still within Byron, if they wanted to leave the country as soon as possible, they still had at least three or four days of travelling ahead of them, who knew what the speed of the Saladin invasion behind them was, and once they were delayed for a few moments, it was possible that 'fleeing' would turn into a real 'fleeing'.

　　In the middle of Freya's thoughts.

　　Suddenly, a sharp sound of horses' hooves came from the front of the caravan, causing some of the moody people to raise their heads slightly.

　　Soon, a black warhorse that was the same as the caravan appeared in the line of sight of the people, and on the horse rode a young man wearing competent light armour with short flaxen hair and a somewhat almost cold and cautious look, and instead of a cross sword hanging on his waist, he carried a dagger that looked like a curved blade.

　　This man was clearly the Baron's trusted friend named Nick, who had been sent out by the Baron.

　　When he got close to the caravan, Nick tugged on the reins of his horse, slowly slowing down the speed of the rapidly running horse.

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　　"How is it? Did you find out anything?" The baron at the front asked in a low voice.

　　"My lord, there is a small town in front, but the people there don't seem to be very friendly, and they are all very defensive when they see me." Nick replied to the baron.

　　"Not very friendly?" The Baron frowned, then his face grimaced. "Whatever, as long as we can trade for supplies."

　　"Hmm!" Nick nodded and twisted his horse's head back into the caravan.

　　Freya listened to the dialogue between the two men and touched the crossed swords placed at her side with a hint of determination in her heart.

　　She understood that Saladin had officially invaded, and still with the determination to destroy the country, in such a moment of crisis and survival some moral righteousness was useless at this time.

　　And most of the people in the caravan are the ones who have been with the Baron for the longest period of time, they saw the Baron's expression and knew that as a last resort, they could only solve it by force.

　　Freya to the last fight with Philip left behind injuries in the past few days also recuperated more or less, with the baron and her two knight level strength, in this kind of remote town is no one can stop.

　　The rainy day is very dreary, and along with it, the mood of the people is also somewhat much more gloomy.

　　Freya sat in the carriage, her body swaying with the swaying of the body, not knowing what will be the situation in a while so her mood was not very high, touching her somewhat slightly hungry stomach, she casually picked up the water bag next to her and filled it with fresh water.

　　At the side of the carriage Nick slightly glanced at Freya sitting in the car, his cold face slightly changed, then he manoeuvred the war horse slightly closer.

　　Suddenly reaching out, he threw a small grey package behind the horse precisely in front of Freya.

　　"Eh?" The small parcel that fell from the sky caused Freya to faintly freeze, she twisted her head to glance at Nick who had already quickly walked behind the Baron, with that cold expression as if he hadn't done it just now.

　　However, with Freya's knight level senses, she had already discovered Nick's small action, she just didn't say anything out of curiosity.

　　Open the parcel, which is loaded with some air-dried beef jerky that is more conducive to preservation, this is some of the outside warrior hunters often bring snacks, out of some environment, some places are not suitable for fire cooking, so these easy to preserve undamaged food is the main food of these people.

　　Just didn't expect, Nick's side still have this thing, and this is obviously what he gave to Freya.

　　Gently pinching up a small piece of jerky and putting it into her mouth to chew it carefully, the hardness made her teeth slightly sour, and she drank a few mouthfuls of water to ease it.

　　This kind of rough food, has a little bit of salty flavour, chewing for a long time also feel quite tasty, just after eating two pieces, Freya has some slight feeling of satiety.

　　Picked out two pieces from the parcel and put them in front of Eric who was still reading, and then packed up the rest of the jerky and threw it directly onto Nick's head in front.

　　This sudden attack made the head of Nick in front of him shrink, and when he realised that it was the parcel he had given Freya, he froze slightly, and then packed it up without looking at it, with only a slight blush on his cold face.

　　The baron who walked in front seemed to have seen something, turned his head, and did not say anything after sweeping Freya and Nick.

　　For such an interlude, Freya did not have a ripple in her heart, perhaps Nick was kind to her, but in this situation she was in little mood to do anything else, the only thing she wanted now was to escape from this country that was about to become a battlefield.