Chương 126: The boy I saved

"Aren't you a swordsman? Why do you also know magic?"

On the ground, Plague Mage Vega stared wide-eyed, convulsing as he uttered his last words.

Xia En walked up to him and stopped.

"You're about to die, why are you asking these questions?"

"7 The figure, convulsing in agony, was clearly driven by obsession. It had crushed the bone staff in its hand and was filled with anxiety, crying out, "Why—tell me why—" You could tell from his wide, bloodshot eyes that this issue was very important to him.

However, the more anxious he became, the less anxious Xia En became.

Finally, the twitching little figure on the ground completely dissipated into magical particles.

Xia En then spoke slowly and deliberately.

"I'm sorry, I know a little bit about everything."

Unfortunately, the other party couldn't hear it.

But it's alright. Dying with eyes wide open doesn't seem like a big deal for demons.

After dealing with the demons, Frilian grabbed Shane by the collar, flew into the air, and began searching for the others.

The group met in a clearing in the mountains.

"Is everything alright?"

As soon as Xia En landed, he asked about everyone's situation and only felt relieved after confirming everyone's condition.

The injured boy was lying on the ground, receiving treatment from Zain.

His left shoulder, which had been mangled and bloody, had now healed, but his missing arm could never be restored to its original state. The clean cut was covered with newly grown skin, which looked rather strange.

The boy's face was still pale, but his breathing was noticeably more steady.

"The situation is under control, but he has lost too much blood and it will probably take some time before he wakes up." With that, Zain put away the magic in his hand.

Everyone else breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing this.

Just then, Philon, who was wiping the blood off the boy's face, suddenly stopped.

The girl looked at the wounded lying on the ground, then at Shutark in front of her, and a look of confusion gradually appeared on her face.

"Don't you guys think this warrior looks a lot like Shutark?"

As soon as Philen finished speaking, everyone looked down at him.

The moment Xia En saw the boy's face clearly, his heart skipped a beat.

In a flash, he suddenly remembered who the armored boy in front of him was!

He was the eldest son of Lord Alden, who was supposed to have died in battle; I think his name was—

"Wilt!!"

A rapid hoofbeat rang out, accompanied by an anxious shout.

A small troop of cavalry quickly approached the group.

The leader was a middle-aged man in a general's uniform. He had a stern face and wore a black eye patch over his right eye. He was anxiously reining in his horse.

Before the horse had even come to a complete stop, he flipped over and jumped off, arriving at the armored boy's side in a few steps.

"Wilt!"

The middle-aged man placed his hand beside the boy, looking like he wanted to pick him up but didn't dare to at all, his face full of anxiety.

When he saw the boy's bare left shoulder, the heartache in his eyes seemed to materialize. He trembled as he covered the newly grown skin with his hand, and his whole body instantly hunched over.

The man trembled, shook, and hesitated— It was very quiet around.

But for some reason, Xia En heard a heart-wrenching sound from that hunched back.

Lord Alden.

He is the armored boy's father, the ruler of the city of Frisch, and one of the three great knights of the north.

"Gabel, immediately divide our men into two teams. One team will search for survivors, and the other team will follow me to pursue the remaining demons."

Just when Xia En thought he might be heartbroken forever.

Lord Alden suddenly picked up his son and immediately gave orders to the cavalry squad behind him.

The old man, referred to as "Gabel," immediately made arrangements.

At the same time, Lord Alden handed his son to Gabel, then mounted his horse.

Only then did Lord Alden's gaze fall on Shane and the others.

He even paused for a second on Xia En's face.

"They rescued Wilt, and the Alden family will not treat them unfairly. Gabel, please invite them to my mansion."

"" After saying that, he spurred his horse and galloped away with the cavalry behind him.

Only the old man called "Gabel" and the unconscious boy in his arms remained.

The old man was very respectful and nodded, making a "please" gesture.

Xia En was a little confused.

This person is too domineering in their words and actions.

Others were just as bewildered as him, even the usually polite Philon couldn't help but puff out his cheeks.

"That's rude."

Frillie, standing to the side, remained expressionless, though her tone was somewhat helpless.

"That guy's grandfather was just as domineering. Let's go, forget about the reward this time."

Shutark nodded; he clearly didn't want to deal with the domineering general.

However, Philon, who had just puffed out her cheeks, hesitated.

"Lady Frilian, we need to go to [Frich] to replenish our supplies, otherwise—" Zain frowned as well.

"It seems we don't even have bread for lunch today."

Upon hearing this, Frillie paused for a moment.

"Alright, we should still collect the payment we're owed."

Xia En shook his head helplessly.

Several people followed Gabel to the Alden Mansion.

On the way, Philon's cheeks were still puffed out.

Xia En patted her head, offering a small word of comfort.

"Mr. Shane, aren't you angry?"

"There's nothing to be angry about. It's normal for a general to have a cold and hard personality."

"But----"

"Do you expect him to be polite to us, then take us back to his mansion, personally thank us, and gently present us with our reward?"

Philon paused for a moment.

"I didn't expect him to do that either—" As they were talking, the group happened to pass by a patch of scorched earth.

Broken armor and broken weapons were scattered all over the ground, and black smoke was still rising from some places, indicating that a fierce battle had just taken place.

Lord Alden's cavalry were currently clearing the battlefield and searching for the wounded. All of them were expressionless, and their movements did not falter even when faced with the corpses of their fallen comrades.

They quietly did what they were supposed to do.

Looking at the scene, Shane lowered his head and patiently explained to Philon, "Soldiers are cold-blooded by nature because they are used to life and death. If they were too gentle, they would not be able to endure the cruelty of the battlefield."

"Imagine you were in my shoes, with Frilian and I injured. Could you put aside your grief and immediately pursue the enemy?"

Philen fell silent.

She listened attentively to Xia En's words, her head bowed in silent contemplation.

The little girl was clever; she knew that Xia En was teaching her.

She looked up at the scorched earth of the battlefield, then at the unconscious boy, her gaze drifting across the mountains and forests to the direction Lord Alden was pursuing the enemy in—

"I understand, Mr. Shane."

Xia En smiled.

A moment later, the little girl quietly added another sentence.

"But I'm still a little angry, so I'll ask for more money later."

"Of course, we must demand it fiercely."

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