Chapter 121 Escape
The notched half-sword chopped down heavily on the chestnut tree, which was as thick as a bowl, and wood chips flew along the sharp blade.

The light of the setting sun slants down through the straight trees, and between the shadows of the trees are golden lines that constantly wander among the trees.

Horn mechanically used the half-sword in his hand to chop the small tree in front of him. As the long sword chopped into the wood, the only sound he could hear was the snapping of breaking wood fibers.

Behind him, the monastery still stood, and the statue of Mircella hung its head, not daring to look at Horn's back.

Horn saw a shadow on the ground approaching from behind.

"How is Cosse?" Horn asked without looking up.

Carrie stopped walking: "Fortunately, after drinking the tranquilizer, his mood has stabilized a lot, but he can't speak a word now, and the two letters I gave him have not been opened."

"Are there any of us villagers who are parents of the person who was deceived by the Green Pied Piper?"

"Of course, there are three things that people in the Thousand Valley cannot escape in their lives: delivering food, death, and having relatives taken away by the Pied Piper. It's just that there is no letter from them."

"Besides him, does anyone else know about this?"

"Madeleine, Sissi, and Jeanne knew, but the rest of the ordinary villagers didn't know."

"Den-"

The sword tip, which was about five centimeters long, flew out directly, revealing a grayish-white fracture.

Horn took two steps back in a daze and held the half sword in his hand horizontally. The inscription on the sword, which represented "Snow in the Clouds", shone brightly in the sunset light.

This is an extremely awkward sword. Its blade comes from Barnett, its scabbard comes from Knight Danji, and its hilt comes from Frick.

Without the tip of the sword, it has become a guillotine.

This is normal. For such a long time, Horn has used it to cut trees and dig the soil, leaving it full of gaps.

"Don't cut it, I brought it."

Horn turned around and saw Carrie holding a piece of wood in her hand.

She stuck the board into the ground easily.

"Why don't you ask me why I want to erect a tombstone when I clearly didn't do what was required?"

"This is a grave for the children who died here."

Horn chuckled: "You are much smarter than before."

"That's my sister." Carrie's shadow blended with the shadow of the tombstone, and her face couldn't be seen clearly. "You know, the witch is mentally ill. She is another me."

Horn didn't respond, he just stared at the blank tombstone in front of him.

According to his original personality, he should have had a literary attack at this time and carved something like "The children of Qianhe Valley are buried here".

But he couldn't carve it, not even a single word.

"Look, I said before that I would never let the children of the Thousand River Valley die on the road paved by Frick and his men.

But what about now? The children of the Qianhe Valley people just died on the road ahead. "

With air exhaling from his nostrils, Horn laughed at himself, and his laughter lingered in the golden and red light of the setting sun until it disappeared into thin air.

He also erected a monument for people. This is the third one.

At first there was only one person, then there were more than a hundred people, and now there are tens of thousands of people buried here.

In just one month.

"What the hell is this place!" Horn gritted his teeth and yelled towards the distant forest, "What the hell is this world!"

"Isn't the world always like this?" Carrie's calm voice came from behind Horn. "I'm a little surprised that you have always been cynical."

"But it can be different." Turning around, Horn looked at the familiar yet unfamiliar face: "Are you interested in telling me about your origins?"

"I can only say that I am one of the top leaders in the Joan Party."

"If I join your Joan Party, what position can I buy with the two thousand two hundred pounds?"

"Not joining the White Mountain Hermitage anymore? I saw you were asking that a few days ago."

"I still prefer your more competitive track. Believe me, none of you can beat me." Horn touched the tombstone in front of him and smiled, "This is the confidence of the older generation of small town test-takers!"

"You are a rare witch boy. Even without these two thousand pounds, you will be assigned an excellent job, such as... having children with different witches."

"..."

"Don't look at me like that, this is normal, okay?" Carrie said calmly, "Don't you want to know whether two witches can give birth to witches stably?"

"Forget it then." Horn smiled bitterly and waved his hand. "The two thousand pounds will be my welcome gift to the Ruoan Party."

"If you are really willing to give them to us, I promise that every gold pound will become a dagger that pierces the heart of the church."

"That would be the best." There was no one in the entire monastery. The giant spiders came once at noon, but were blown away again by Carrie using the bone flute.

The broken corner tower was crumbling in the evening wind that smelled of fireworks, and the joyful singing of villagers could be heard in the distance.

"You want to join the Joan Party because of this monastery, right? Are you planning to use the Joan Party to start an uprising?"

"Who said that? I just want to use your power to complete my hegemony."

"Don't underestimate my witch ability." Carrie spread her legs wide, "You don't really think that, do you?"

"You know now, what witch power do you have?" Horn turned around, "Isn't your witch power to transform into an ice giant?"

"It's better than you lying side by side and not being able to reach my ankles."

"You're much more aggressive than before." Horn chuckled and sat on the tree stump next to Carrie. "Then you really are born with supernatural powers."

"I was born with a body that has two breathing techniques, and when I grow up, I have nine." Carrie pinched her bones, "This is inherited from my mother, who is a witch with a physical body."

"...No, you, you are the witch baby that Sissi was talking about?!"

Seeing Horn's surprised face, Carrie raised a finger: "This is the only special case in thousands of years where both mother and daughter are witches that has been recorded."

"So what are your witch abilities?"

"I am a witch of the mind. My real witch ability is to eavesdrop on people's thoughts." Carrie raised her head and looked at the clouds slowly floating in the sky.

"Remember my sister used to ask you how many faces you have? That has nothing to do with the ghost stories you tell before bed." Carrie lowered her head and looked Horn in the eye.

“Asking how many faces you have is only because your inner voice is much more complex than others, as if there are many people speaking.

But she can't hear yours because it's too complicated, there are too many sounds, everything is mixed together."

"Then how come you can hear it now?"

"Because before your head was a bunch of people talking to themselves, now it's a chorus."

Horn covered his dice and said, "Your ability is too amazing, isn't it? You know what everyone is thinking."

"Against the will of heaven? Are you saying that? Actually, it's not that bad." Carrie lowered her head and looked at the growth rings on the tree stump. "The voices I overheard were not really what you were thinking.

It's a kind of, how should I put it, ripples of your thoughts, and what I want to do is to infer what's in your heart through the ripples."

"Okay, guess what I'm thinking about now?"

“Just do what you can.”

"Wrong, I was thinking about what to eat in the evening!"

Carrie held Horne's face in her hands: "If you're scared, just do what you can."

Looking at Carrie's childish but serious face, Horn's original smile gradually turned into a wry smile: "You really are seen through. I'm a little afraid to stay with you."

"My sister likes you very much, she told me -

There is a lot of escape, giving up, rationality, betrayal and cold-bloodedness in your heart, but you have never succeeded in doing any of them. "

"You got it again." Taking his head away from Carrie's hand, Horn turned around and looked into the distance. "When I join the Ruoan Party, I will bring my Holy Gunners with me. I will unify Middle-earth and become the emperor myself."

Carrie shook her head slowly. "The plate armor of the Order Knights is made of white crystal steel. The strength of a 1-filament plate is comparable to that of a 2-filament steel armor. Your guns can never penetrate it."

"It doesn't matter. I can still research better ones."

"Big stubborn ass!" Carrie cursed in dissatisfaction and stood up. The setting sun passed through her body and cast a long shadow on the ground.

The golden wheel of the setting sun was hidden behind the mountains, and the wind blew the windows of the monastery, hitting the walls again and again.

A whistle was heard in the distance, that was the sound of returning to the camp.

"How about this." Carrie stood in front of Horn, took his hand, half-knelt on the ground, looked into Horn's eyes, "Let's make a deal. I will be responsible for avenging those blue-blood orphans, and you will be responsible for sending them home. How about that?"

"Can you do it?"

"It's just enough for you and me to do it."

"Really? I don't believe it."

"This is my hometown too." Carrie pouted in dissatisfaction, "It will be done sooner or later."

"The difference between sooner or later is huge."

"That day will come soon." Carrie looked up at the sunset in the distance, "There are more than just the two of us working for the freedom of Thousand River Valley."

　p.s. I've been busy lately, so I'll speed up my writing and there'll be another chapter later.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)