The rushing sound of horse hooves echoed on the streets of Hollier City, and the sound of the whip waving wildly through the air was crisp and sniffed.

The simple carriage was bumping on the uneven road, and the wooden wheels were "banging" and the noise was extremely loud. Pedestrians on the road heard such noise from a distance, so they avoided the side early - they watched the carriage whizzing by, and even saw the wheels hanging from the air on the inside when they rushed through a curve at some angles...

Sally had never been in a carriage that was running so fast. Her face turned pale, her hands tightly grasped the wooden frame of the carriage beside her, and her eyes tried to scan the streets front, back and left and right. Although she was uneasy, she did not show any panic at this time. She just reminded Martin who was driving and said, "Take the nearest route and walk along the road after leaving the West City Gate."

"Yes, Miss"

Martin may not be able to fight, but he is a veteran in driving. He didn't have to participate with the mercenaries today, but yesterday Sally suddenly asked him to prepare a carriage, so he appeared next to the square with the mercenaries today and galloped away with the duke's daughter.

At first he didn't understand why he did this, but a few minutes ago when the mercenaries who were originally escorting together turned around to intercept the team of knights who were chasing him, he understood Sally's intention...

But Martin also had his own concerns. He shouted loudly, trying to make the sound over the noise made by the carriage: "The carriages on the road outside the city gate cannot run fast. If those people continue to chase, they will definitely be able to catch up-"

This is something Sally couldn't consider. Although she made many responses, the choice she made was a temporary decision just now. Negligence was inevitable. She frowned and replied, "Do you have any solutions?"

"There is an inn near the Xichengmen where our people can change horses and continue running."

Martin was not slow and quickly gave a feasible solution. Sally immediately made a decision, but she was still a little worried - because she knew that she had poor riding skills. Even if she changed horses, she probably wouldn't be as good as those well-trained mercenaries when she ran...

However, such emotions were quickly replaced by the endless anger in my heart.

The repeated assassination has allowed Sally to completely define the name "Francis" into the ranks of "cut into pieces": once on the border, once at the entrance of the monastery, and once in the square...

Who can stand it?

So she got off to the West Gate without regrets a few minutes ago - because Sally had only one thought in her mind at this moment: Francis must die

She could have accepted the long-term "Rose Cross" and avoided conflicts, but that would have resulted in another stalemate of the situation... But if Francis continued to "get away from justice", she also understood that she would have no way to compete with the other party in the end.

All hope was placed on Roddy at this time, and Sally believed in the scout captain without reservation... and her life was left to the other party.

If it were in the past, Sally would never have chosen such a choice that she had no confidence. However, after experiencing so many things with Roddy, she found that she had no unnecessary worries or fears after making such a decision...

The carriage galloped under Martin's skillful control. After nearly ten minutes of running, the West City Gate with a height of ten meters finally appeared in front of Sally.

"Here"

Martin made the carriage stop suddenly, and this acceleration almost made Sally fall directly - he threw the whip in his hand, and Martin ran directly to the post station beside the road, shouted a few words, then led two horses and ran over. Sally didn't talk nonsense, and took the corner of the teaching robe and jumped off the carriage, turned over and jumped onto the horse's back in three steps, grabbed the reins, and rushed forward.

Martin knew that Sally was not good at riding, so he immediately ran in front to "open the way", shouting loudly, allowing the pedestrians to avoid it. But although the city gate was already close to him, there was also a burst of rapid horse hooves behind him...

Sally looked back and saw a team of cavalry turning over the street corner in sight and rushed over. It was obvious that the mercenaries she sent could not completely stop Francis's footsteps. At this time, a rough count was that there were twenty-four or five people chasing him. Although they couldn't see clearly whether there was Francis among them, it was obvious that the visitor was not good and she had no chance of fighting hard.

She turned her head and looked at the approaching Xicheng Gate, and a map of all surrounding areas immediately appeared in her mind.

Go out of the West City Gate, you will enter the "Cobb Forest" close to the city within a thousand meters. This forest is foggy all year round. If you don't walk along the road, you will be very easy to get lost. But if you walk along the road, you must cross forty kilometers before you can get out of the forest and arrive in the town.

Sally knew that her riding skills were not good. If she kept running like this, she would probably be caught up by the pursuers for a maximum of three kilometers. But at this time she had no other choice but to kick the horse's belly desperately, cross the city gate and rushed towards the dim forest...

"Miss will be caught up soon like this? Should I leave the main road?"

Martin shouted in front of him, and the advice he gave was the only feasible at present: leave the main road and turn a few more turns in the complex forest, and it is very likely that these mercenaries will be thrown away.

But Sally shook her head immediately and replied in the wind: "Go along the road"

The white hem of the sect floated under the strong wind blowing towards the face. After leaving the city, the road immediately became softer, and the speed of the war horses was slightly faster. The chasing team behind did not immediately get much closer due to the fatigue of the horses, which proved that Sally could still hold on for a while...

But it's only been a while.

Sally kept looking back at the pursuers, but it was expected that the cold arrow that shot the opponent to death did not appear - in her mind, Roddy could not resist such pursuers. Apart from sneak attacks on the undercover arrows, Sally could not think of any other way Roddy could solve the current problem...

Although he is very strong, he is just a person after all...

Thinking of this in my heart, when Sally looked back again, the more than 20 knights had gradually caught up.

Roddy...will definitely appear...

The thoughts in her heart began to become a little uncertain. Sally and Martin had already rushed into the Cobb forest in front of her. While continuing along the path, she even imagined in her heart that perhaps Roddy had prepared enough traps to deal with the knights, but after running like a thousand meters, the pursuers behind her were not attacked at all except getting closer and closer.

"Miss, we are almost caught up... It's still time to enter the forest, so I'll turn around and stop them

"No, keep running"

Sally interrupted his words—her thoughts are simple: Since you believe Roddy, then believe it to the end

"It's really too late, now..."

Martin, who was eager to save the reins, turned a sharp turn, but then the words he wanted to say suddenly stuck in his throat. Sally's eyes turned from behind, and then... he was completely stunned by the scene in front of him.

On the road in front of me, a neat cavalry team formed a formation as if they had been waiting here early.

The tall military horses, the long swords with silver light, the neat armor and the cold momentum that hits the face, definitely belongs to the elite knights...

This - what is the situation?

Sally and Martin were completely stunned, letting the horse continue to run forward for dozens of meters before they remembered to tighten the reins. When they stopped completely, their hearts were already in their throats. If these knights were the backup plan that Francis had arranged long ago, they might be really doomed today.

She never thought that these knights would be Roddy's people. After all, Roddy's identity was just a scout captain in a border village...

Just captain of the scout...

Francis was very excited at this time.

Although the plan could not keep up with the changes and the people sent out were unable to drop Sally on the spot in the city square, the silly girl is now fleeing towards the west gate in panic. This is completely "time operation" for Francis, who has many subordinates.

Because he gathered all his men who could use them in advance, after leaving the square, he immediately organized a cavalry team of more than 40 people and chased them directly. Sally was not a vegetarian, but he forced to stop half of the team with the mercenaries - but Francis didn't care. He led the twenty-four subordinates who rushed out to get rid of the entanglement in order to kill Sally as soon as possible

When he chased after Hollier City, Francis was still worried because he was afraid that the Knight of Titus would notice him- because every time he saw him, Francis always felt inexplicably... his father seemed to be standing behind the whole situation, silently looking down at everything.

Although he knew that his father was seriously ill and bedridden, some of the scenes he remembered when he was a child were deeply imprinted in his mind...

Fourteen years ago, the family had a tense relationship with several nearby lords for a while, and his father even encountered an assassin in front of the mansion and was seriously injured. At that time, many nobles in Hollier City believed that the Russifron family had exhausted their energy and were unsustainable, but his father had no response to all the voices at that time, but he just calmed down and did not respond.

At that time, Francis thought his father was afraid, but then he saw one knight after another rushing to the city of Hollier from fief. When these knights led their entourages to form an army of more than a thousand people, the Duke of Angma, who had recovered from the wounds, directly flattened the territories of the lords.

I still remember the scene when the knights walked through the city gate in bloody armor when they returned to the war. The most powerful knights of Titus and Wellington were walking beside their father. The tall figure left an indelible impression on Francis like a god of war. So whenever they saw these two knights, Francis would always remember his father's silent figure sitting in front of the fireplace.

But now it seems that my father cannot have... His illness is so serious, how could he interfere with such a thing? As for the Knight of Titus...

He glanced around him and there was no other figure in the wilderness.

"Hmph, it depends on how long you can hold on"
Chapter completed!