Devin did not run out of the town, but rushed towards Uncle Nolan's residence.

The old jazz's dark horse is indeed very good. When it runs, the sound of hooves is as fast as thunder, as wind and lightning, and it is completely different from the slow horses pulling carts in the town.

At the beginning, Devin was a little uncomfortable, but his body felt good balance and quickly adapted to the strong explosive power of the horse.

In just a moment, Devin arrived at the destination. He turned over and dismounted, looked up at the second-story wooden building of Uncle Nolan's house, and felt a little heavy.

He was afraid to walk into the wooden house, not because he was afraid to see Nolan, but because he felt sorry for Uncle Nolan's wife, Aunt Mary.

After stopping for a while, Devin took a deep breath, gritted his teeth, walked up the steps, hesitated for a while, and finally reached out and knocked on the door.

After a while, Uncle Nolan's response came from the room, "It's Devin, come in quickly."

His voice was still kind, but weak, which made Devin feel even more guilty.

He pushed open the wooden door and walked in. The room was a little narrow and dimly lit, and Nolan was lying on a homemade chair in the corner of the wall.

The wound on his broken arm had basically healed, because Dr. White poured holy water on the wound.

Aunt Mary was sitting beside him, lowering her head and wiping her tears. When she saw Devin walking in, she glanced at him, then lowered her head again, staring at her husband's broken arm in a daze.

Next to Aunt Mary, a stubborn child was snuggling in his mother's arms. He was Nolan's son Lyle, who was only nine years old this year.

Seeing Devin walk in, Nolan pointed to a wooden chair against the wall: "Sit down."

"Yeah." Devin responded and walked over and sat on a familiar chair, just like what he did in his spare time every time he came here to help.

After sitting down, he spoke, "They are all dead."

Nolan nodded and sighed, without any special explanation, he knew who they were referring to.

Those two people were not dead, and the young man would not have the leisure to come to sit here at this moment.

However, Nolan showed an abnormal smile on his face: "Since you have killed, there is nothing to say. Run quickly, the farther you run, the better."

Killing a priest and killing a noble, these two charges are enough to cause a collapse of any civilian.

Even when Nolan was a mercenary before, he never had such crazy ideas.

Unexpectedly, his disciples did it all. Nolan didn't know whether it was better to be proud or to smile bitterly.

Devin nodded, stood up, untied the purse around his waist, placed it on the table aside, and then put it on Nolan's ancestral secret iron wood bow, which was his heirloom of Uncle Nolan. He used it, but he never thought of taking it for himself.

At this time, the matter has passed, so I will naturally return it to him.

And he didn't want these hundred gold coins for himself.

Nolan saw his intentions and refused, "Take it back quickly, you need them more than I do outside!"

He stood up and pushed his purse and bow back.

Aunt Mary on the side didn't say anything, but just looked at her husband resentfully.

Devin felt more and more guilty and advised: "Uncle, I know you are doing your own good for me, but Lyle is still young and I have grown up. This money can give Lyle an excellent education. Moreover, Sam was killed by the dog knight, and their family also needs money."

The son is Uncle Nolan's weakness, and the Sam family has to compensate for the loss of the head of the family.

After Devin said this, Nolan's desire to refuse was immediately shaken.

However, he insisted on pushing the Mitelwood bow to Devin: "You must hold this, I can't use it anymore, and Lyle is still young. You just take it and protect yourself. If you don't accept it, I will fold it!"

He was determined, Devin could not refuse, and he was not pretentious because he really needed this weapon.

Then, Nolan opened his purse again, grabbed a handful of gold coins from it, stuffed it into Devin's hand, and said in an unstoppable tone: "Please use it on the road! When you are out, you must not have money."

Devin did not refuse and reached out to take it.

After doing all this, Devin walked to Aunt Mary and bowed deeply: "Auntie, I'm sorry."

Aunt Mary sighed, reached out to stroke Devin's hair, and choked, "I hated you a little, but now I can't hate you. Go, don't let your uncle down."

Devin responded, turned around and walked towards the door.

"Wait." It was Aunt Mary. She rushed back to the room and when she came out again, she held a bulging cloth package in her hand.

She stuffed the package into Devin's arms and instructed: "There are some clothes inside, which are your uncle's. You should be able to wear them. There is also some dry food. Take it on the way and don't lose your health!"

Devin's eyes were a little wet, nodded, carried the package on his back, opened the door and walked out, turned over and went to the outsider of the town.

He was a little confused.

He only knew that he was going to run away, but he didn't know which direction to go. He had never seen any Templars, he only knew that they were very powerful, and naturally he didn't know how to deal with the possible pursuit of the church and the Storm Kingdom.

Devin gritted his teeth and ignored it. He ran out of Baron Heimer's territory first. In the future, soldiers will block the generals and cover the water and soil. There will always be a way to deal with it.

When he ran to the exit of the town, he suddenly heard someone calling his name.

He looked to the roadside and saw a young woman standing in the alley next to him.

The woman was wearing an ordinary maid dress, but her skin was very delicate on her face, her eyes were filled with bright light of intelligence, and her demeanor was extremely elegant. She was obviously not an ordinary person, and the women in the town would not be so kind.

But for some reason, there were some red marks on his left cheek, as if he had been beaten out.

"It's you! Are you?" Devin's eyes were full of confusion. He recognized the maid's long skirt, which was the maid who helped the critical moment on the hillside, but he didn't know why she was here.

Seeing the doubt in Devin's eyes, the woman bowed to Devin and introduced herself softly: "My name is Eliza, and I am... the old jazz's newlywed wife."

"Oh." Dewen responded, and became even more confused. Since it was this identity, why did he help him just now?

Eliza explained: "My marriage was not voluntary. The old jazz set up a bet and lied to my brother. I was sold to him by my brother."

Speaking of this, she sniffed, sorted out her emotions, looked up and asked, "I saw the escaped soldiers. You have killed the father and son, right?"

"right."

Eliza walked forward, went to the war horse, looked up at Devin on the horse, and whispered: "You helped me get rid of the entanglement between the bastard and father and son. In return, I can try to help you get rid of the crime."

Devin was shocked. What happened to be such a good thing?

He didn't want to run away at all, he hid his identity and was worried about being chased all day long. That was not a life for people.

As long as he can escape from the crime, especially the crime of killing the priest, he will not be able to ask for it.

For a moment, Devin suddenly felt that the whole sky was bright. But he was not blinded by joy, and he would not believe in a stranger for nothing.

"Can you tell me your solution?" he asked.

Eliza smiled and said her thoughts: "The lord of this land is Baron Heimer. He is quite enlightened and very polite to talents. You are a natural warrior. If you can get into the eyes of the baron, he will definitely forgive your crimes."

"This is very dangerous." Devin frowned. If he forgives, everyone will naturally be happy. If not, wouldn't he fall into the trap?

"The sin you committed cannot be escaped. Can you kill the first-level elemental warrior, the second-level, third-level, or even the ninth-level sword saint?" Eliza asked back.

Devin shook his head with a wry smile. He had already died of death when dealing with Brand. If he wanted to have a better person, he would definitely be done.

Eliza stretched out her hand to Devin and said, "Then, take me to Rumba City and show Baron Heimer your talents. He will forgive you and even accept you as his knight!"

Devin pondered for a while and finally nodded.

He leaned over and reached out to hold Eliza's hand. As soon as he held it, he felt his heart suddenly become angry. His hands were slightly cool, his skin was extremely delicate and smooth, as soft as boneless. The hands of those women who do thick work in the town would never have this feeling.

Devin was stunned for a while, and finally put Elisarah on the back.

Because she was wearing a long skirt, she could only sit in front of Devin, and had to hold Devin's waist with one hand.

The moment she sat down, Devin felt wrong.

The woman's figure looks very slim, but when she really sticks to each other, she has a elastic plump and fleshy feeling. Coupled with the girly fragrance full of nose, the little flame in his heart suddenly grew into a blazing flame.

Even those women, Devin could not tell anything ugly. Eliza was extremely beautiful, young, full of feminine charm, and was completely different from the women in the town.

At the first moment, his body faithfully reflected his psychological changes and his breathing became much thicker.

Of course Eliza felt his change and knew what was going on.

Her face turned red like a rose, and her slender neck turned crimson, but she did not point out this matter, so as not to make the two of them even more embarrassed.

Her expression made Dewen complain. He tried hard to divert his attention, fearing that his blood would surge, and impulsively, he would act in the wild in broad daylight.
Chapter completed!