I felt like I was having a long dream. In the dream, I was surrounded by a dark void, and I was in it, falling helplessly and quickly.

There was a whistling wind in my ears, and I didn't know how long it had passed before I landed on the thick ground with a heavy muffled sound.

Unexpectedly, I didn't feel any discomfort in my body, not even a slight pain.

I put one hand on the ground and pushed myself up hard.

The surroundings were still dark, and then I saw a small white dot appear in the distance, like a faint white light coming from the distance.

I walked towards the white spot, and it slowly grew larger in my field of vision, and finally turned into Terrazo.

He was wearing a bright white robe and smiled at me.

"Saren, long time no see." He opened his arms to me, and I rushed over and hugged him tightly.

"Tela Zhuo, I miss you so much," my voice was choked, "but how could it be?"

"Don't be surprised, kid," Terrazo let go of me and stretched out his palm toward me, with a roiling flame floating in his palm. "I'm not the real Terrazo," he looked at me with a smile, "but you.

Transformed by inner memories.”

"Is that so..." I looked a little disappointed, "But I really miss you."

"Me too, child," he turned his hand and extinguished the flame, "but now you have more important things to do. The arcane arrow is coming, and you have to return to your companions."

He raised his hands and pushed me hard towards the darkness, "Go, child, but you must protect yourself."

I opened my eyes and found myself in a simple wooden house. There was a not-so-soft bed under me, and I was covered with a thick quilt.

Not far from the bed is a table. Two figures are sitting at the table. On the table is an oil lamp, the only light source in the room.

Through the soft light emitted by the oil lamp, I saw the two figures clearly, they were Sir Gwen and Knight Cid.

What was restored after vision was hearing, and Sir Gwen's voice came over: "It's unbelievable, Sir Lancelot is only thirteen years old."

"You will be fourteen soon, Gwen." Then came the voice of Knight Cid. I don't know if it was because I had just woken up, but his voice sounded ethereal.

"I often forget that he is only thirteen years old. He doesn't look like a thirteen-year-old child." I heard Sid say with emotion.

"You said before that he escaped from the empire?" Gwen continued to ask.

"Yes," Cid gave an affirmative answer, "I don't know what terrible treatment he suffered in the empire, but no matter what it is, I am not going to ask. He must have suffered something very terrible, so that

Now full of rage against the Empire."

"That's true, but that's a good thing for us, Cid." Gwen sighed a little.

I lay on the bed and listened to their conversation, most of the time repeating their worries and concerns about me, until my body obeyed my orders again.

I could feel my limbs connecting with my brain again, but they were all weak. I guess it was due to excessive blood loss.

I tried to lift my left hand, but halfway up it fell down due to weakness. The palm of my hand hit the bed board, making a crisp sound.

Sir Gwen and Knight Cid stood up immediately and came to my bedside almost instantly.

"Saren?" I heard Knight Cid calling me, "Are you awake? Can you hear me?"

"e...n..." I used all my strength to finally squeeze out one word from my mouth.

Although the notes were broken, fortunately, Knight Cid and Sir Gwen still heard my voice. I could see Knight Cid brow with joy.

"Great," he said hurriedly, with a very excited tone, "we were all frightened when you came back, there was blood everywhere," he seemed a little incoherent, "Ser Gwen called you right away.

Pastor, fortunately the Lake Fairy is with you and your wound is still stable."

I lay on the bed and listened to him silently. My strength was gradually recovering, so I tried to straighten up.

"Slow down, slow down." Knight Cid saw that I wanted to get up and hurriedly reached out to hold my back.

"How long have I slept?" I parted my lips that were sticky due to lack of water, and my voice sounded like a dead person.

"Not too long," Sir Gwen replied. "You slept from morning to midnight. The priest said that more than half of the blood in your body was drained. It is a miracle that you survived."

"I've always had good luck," I grinned, "but now I need a glass of water more than luck. I sound like the dead crawling out of the grave."

"Indeed." Gwen laughed, and Cid ran to bring me a large glass of water.

I took the water glass and drank it all. "I'm finally feeling better now," I exhaled, "I feel like my throat is almost stuck together."

"Two gentlemen," I turned to look at Gwen and Cid, "I need to eat something. In addition, I also need to carefully re-report to you what I detected this morning," I said, while holding Xi De.

De stood up and said, "I think it would be better to talk while eating."

"Indeed." They both laughed when they heard this and led me out of the room.

It was pitch black outside, and tents were densely packed in a camp surrounded by wooden fences. Apart from the moonlight, only a few torches gave off a faint light.

Sir Gwen led me into another, larger room, "The makeshift kitchen, yours is a makeshift rescue shelter."

He walked to a closed door and knocked hard on the poor wooden door.

"Cooker! Cooker!" Sir Gwen shouted. The door was quickly opened, and a sleepy soldier looked at us with fear.

"Get Sir Lancelot something to eat, quickly!" Sir Gwen pulled him out, pushed him into the kitchen, and followed him in.

"It seems that Gwen likes you very much." Knight Cid saw this and smiled at me.

"Don't you like me?" I smiled at him, "I'm so popular."

"You are indeed a standard Norman," Cid laughed when he heard this and shook his head helplessly, "Proud and funny."

"There is no word humility in my dictionary. Of course, humility still exists." I laughed.

"Sir Lancelot, your supper is ready." As we spoke, Sir Gwen opened the kitchen door, and he and the cook each dragged a tray in front of me.

"Rosemary rib-eye steak, served with special black bread, pickled lard and mushroom sauce." Sir Gwen placed the tray in front of me and personally opened the silver lid on it for me, which made me a little flattered.

"The treatment of nobles during wartime, tsk tsk." Knight Cid sat aside and looked at me with jealousy.

"He deserves it, Cid." Ser Gwen glared at him.

I raised my knife and fork and started to feast. The steak was cooked just right, and the brown bread filled my empty stomach.

"Then, Sir Lancelot," Sir Gwen's face became serious, "tell me what you have discovered. Is what you told me this morning true?"

"I'm afraid that's true, Ser Gwen," I wiped my mouth with a handkerchief. "The flags in the camp have been replaced by the banners of the Dragon Pride division, and the mage company's Arcane Arrows."

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"Then I have to send a messenger for help." Sir Gwynn pondered and tapped the table, "Arcane mages are not that easy to deal with."

"Arcane Mage?" I'm a little curious. There doesn't seem to be arcane magic in rune magic. As far as I know, there is no such thing.

"Yes, they draw energy from a magical entity called the Magic Network. This energy is usually purple, pure and destructive." Speaking of the arcane mage, Sir Gwen's face became very serious, "Many arcane spells

They can even manipulate space and time, so arcane mages have always been a more dangerous existence."

"As for the Dragon's Pride Division," Sir Gwen mentioned the name, the murderous look on his face almost condensed into reality, "they are the old rivals of our knights."

"Since the establishment of Dragon's Pride, the first division commander has made hunting knights their division's goal," Sir Gwen continued to explain to me with a grim look on his face, "Their division has many tactics.

and marching conduct, all with the sole goal of hunting knights."

I nodded, "It doesn't sound like a good thing. I heard the Arcane Arrow people say that they killed many knights."

"Indeed," Sir Gwen looked very serious when talking about this topic, "That happened during the last war. We lost five high-level knights in the hands of the Dragon's Pride."

"This is not good news." I took a breath, "But it doesn't make sense. Why would they attack our camp?"

"There are three knights here, Sir Lancelot," Gwen sighed quietly. "Two high-ranking knights and a high knight captain. This temptation is enough to make them excited."

No one continued to answer the call, and the atmosphere in the restaurant seemed a little heavy for a while.

"Okay," Sir Gwen clapped his hands and stood up, "It's useless to sit here and worry. I'll go arrange the messenger."

"As for you, Sir Cid and Sir Lancelot." He looked at us, "Please be careful during this period. The Dragon's Pride will sneak into the camp and assassinate the knights."

I nodded and stood up, "It's getting late," I looked at the sky outside the window, "We need to recharge our batteries, there is still a tough battle to fight tomorrow."

"Yes," Sir Cid also stood up with a smile, "Don't scare yourself anymore, even if it is the ace division, we must let them know how powerful the knights of the kingdom are."
Chapter completed!