The dark sky, the coming dawn, the time now was the darkest hour of the night.

　　An overgrown hideaway was sizzling with the sound of a young man in light armour with a dagger at his waist quickly emerging from it.

　　Sharp eyes looked around.

　　After not finding anything unusual, he quickly returned to the grass to clear the surrounding weeds with his dagger, revealing a secret passage.

　　''Snap.''

　　Gently tapping the hole with the dagger, a hollow sound echoed inside.

　　Not long after, the sound of horses' hooves spoiling and wheels slowly came from the secret passage.

　　This was a deserted wood located outside the town of Tyre, which was already far away from Grimm's castle and also belonged to Grimm's territory.

　　The fleeing party that had been walking in the darkness for more than two hours finally took the secret passage.

　　The crisp air outside gave Freya's dreary spirits a slight jolt.

　　The baron who walked in the middle sat on his horse, slightly squinting his eyes as he looked back into the distance, which was the direction of Grimm Castle.

　　Saladin was using Greene Castle as his main battlefield, so it was still safe for the town of Tyre right now.

　　Freya swept a glance at the crowd through a few points of starlight, they all looked exhausted.

　　The running along the way coupled with the mental pressure behind them, even the warlike warriors could not hold out a bit.

　　With a slight ringing sound, someone took out a flint and lit a torch, and for a moment red flames illuminated the surroundings.

　　Only seventy to eighty people were left to escape from a huge castle, which made everyone's psyche not feel good.

　　Turning back, the Baron's gaze swept over this still large group one by one, his icy cold sight even now was permeated with a sense of majesty. When all of them came out of the secret passage and their gazes were gazing towards him, he paused then exclaimed.

　　"Tonight Saladin's men have overrun Castle Grimm already! And you all more or less know about what happened in this country, now we must leave right away, leave this country and maybe never come back, if any of you want to go with us, go with us, if not, take some of your belongings and leave on your own!"

　　The loud voice caused the surrounding people to stir at once, and some of the die-hard baron's cronies unlocked the cables on one of the wagons at his signal, revealing several large chests inside, where in addition to the castle's finances there was also the gold that Berta had sent over.

　　Soon, some of the escorts took the initiative to put down their weapons and walked to the carriage, turning away after receiving some gold coins.

　　After making a start, the rest of the people slowly moved.

　　The Baron's face was expressionless unable to see any emotions, just quietly watching one by one as they took the money and quickly left.

　　Eric, who was still an ordinary man, had already fallen asleep on top of the carriage under fatigue and stress.

　　Freya didn't pay attention to those who left, she consciously got off the horse and went to the carriage with clutter to rummage for a map around Green Castle.

　　Looking at it carefully by the light of the fire.

　　She still had the long white dress from the ball, only that it was much tattered from the battle, and the delicacy of it could not be seen.

　　The crossed swords were placed beside her, her hair was spread casually on her back, and her still young face was a look of concentration.

　　At this moment, no one would think of Freya as still being that young lady who was just lively and active, and although she was only fourteen years old, most people would cast an awe-inspiring gaze when they saw her.

　　At this moment, she was analysing and determining the route that this remnant team would take next.

　　Suddenly a petite figure appeared in front of her, blocking the light of the flames; it was Avery.

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　　Freya looked up and smiled slightly as she spotted the visitor.

　　"What is it, Avery?"

　　"Miss...I..." whispered Avery, head bowed, not knowing what to say.

　　"Is something wrong?" Seeing her personal maid squirming abnormally, she frowned slightly and asked again.

　　At this moment, an unfamiliar young escort who had been standing in the distance watching the two walked over quickly and directly took Avery's hand.

　　Freya quietly looked at the young man who had suddenly walked over, and she noticed that the man was holding a compact sack in his hand, with a golden colour in the gap.

　　"Miss Freya, I'm Leta, I'm Avery's... husband..." the young man blushed slightly as he said the last two words, then he settled down and said. "Though it is very sorry to say it now, we have both decided...not to follow you, I still have an uncle in the city of Pirkodi, which is the territory of the Petti Union State, and will not be infested by the Saladinians, so ...... "

　　Without waiting for the escort named Leta to finish, Freya interrupted with a smile.

　　"I understand, this is your choice, Green Castle is no longer there, and I am not a lady, you yourselves will go in accordance with the path you chose, I'm actually very happy, just I hope you can take care of Avery, don't let her suffer."

　　The somewhat older words made the two young men, who were almost considered her age, nod twilight.

　　Leta wrapped her arms around Avery and said in a solemn tone, "I won't let Avery suffer a bit of aggravation, I swear in the name of the Grimm Castle Escort!"

　　"Hmm!" Freya nodded and waved her hand to indicate their departure, then lowered her head to continue studying that map.

　　Just as Leta held Avery's hand and turned to leave, Avery suddenly broke away from his hand and turned around to bow deeply to the earnest-looking young girl, his eyes red as if he was on the verge of tears.

　　Leta gently patted Avery's shoulder, half tugging, half pulling, and disappeared into the darkness with the people who had finished collecting their belongings.

　　Sighing slightly, Freya put the map away carefully and raised her head to look around.

　　At this moment, the original group of seventy to eighty people had only about twenty people left, and more than half of the money on the wagon had been distributed.

　　The remaining people were either the Baron's cronies or guardsmen who didn't have families all alone, and even some of the relatives who had defected to the Baron had left cleanly.

　　The Baron sat on a rock to the side, looking at the cronies who were packing up the remaining debris, not knowing what to think.

　　This man who had always been strong and cold in Freya's eyes also seemed like a fruit that had been peeled away from its hard shell at this moment, revealing its soft flesh.

　　"Father." Freya walked to the Baron and squatted down to put her head on his lap.

　　Warm hands gently stroked Freya's hair, and after a long time, the Baron let out a heavy sigh and faintly said.

　　"I'm fine, Freya, let's go!"

　　"Hmm!"

　　The lanky body slowly stood up, the Baron blinked and swept his firm eyes over the people still remaining, the only occupants of the carriage still sleeping Eric and Howard.

　　Darmstine, who had regained a slight amount of strength after the journey, rode up to the Baron on his warhorse and exclaimed.

　　"My lord, we are ready to go at any time!"

　　"Good!" The Baron nodded and shouted "Everyone get on their horses, let's get out of here!"

　　Hearing the Baron's order, Freya took the lead and walked over to her own horse and lightly rolled onto it.

　　Amidst the faint murmur of voices, the fleet of cars that had stopped briefly slowly travelled.

　　At this moment, the dark night sky had brightened, and in the east, a red sunset slowly lit up.