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Ron didn't answer immediately. After a while, he finally spoke: "No rush. Let's see where those people behind us come from and how strong they are."

He stood up and walked to the window.

"Bring everyone along, leave Gray here to guard the base, take your gear, and come with me."

Half an hour later, Ron, accompanied by Lauenhart and seven or eight knights, rode out of the manor.

They headed towards Green Lake Ridge, bypassing the villages and hiding in the northern wilderness. According to their scouts, the pursuers would definitely make a move today.

Sure enough, in the afternoon, they spotted a group of people in the distance in the dense forest.

More than twenty men, on horseback and well-equipped, were galloping south along a dry riverbed. Leading them was a sharp-looking middle-aged man with piercing eyes.

"Sir, they've headed south," Hart said in a low voice.

Ron nodded and dismounted.

"The horse stays here, the men come with me."

Following on horseback would be too noisy, so he tossed the reins to one of his entourage and told him to go back first.

Ron led the others on foot southwards.

As dusk settled and winter approached, the wind on the wasteland grew bitterly cold.

Using the terrain as cover, Ron and his men kept a distance of about a mile from the pursuers.

As dusk fell, the shadows of that group of people resembled a pack of silent wolves, creeping southward.

Late at night, about twenty miles south of Green Lake Ridge, a faint light appeared ahead.

The pursuers suddenly slowed down.

Ron lay down behind a sloping hill and raised his binoculars.

In the distance, a campfire flickered, and Liulichuan and his group were setting up camp there.

The leader of the pursuers gave a hand signal, and the group dispersed and stealthily moved forward.

Ron put down his binoculars and gave a slight twitch at the corner of his mouth.

"The show is about to begin."

The campfire was burning brightly by the campsite.

Several low-ranking guards took turns keeping watch at night, while the others rested against the carriage. The captain of the guard leaned against a rock, his face pale, and blood seeping through the bandages wrapped around his chest.

The old butler sat down next to Liu Lichuan and lowered his voice:

"Miss, if we travel for another day, we'll reach the rear. There are troops stationed there, so the pursuers won't dare to act recklessly."

At this moment, Liulichuan was comforting her younger sister Cecilia, who was exhausted from fleeing with her sister for the past few days.

The seven or eight-year-old child has gradually become more sensible these days. Although he doesn't know what fleeing is, he only knows to follow his older sister.

When asked if she was scared that night, she sensibly shook her head and said, "I'm not scared because my sister is here."

Liu Lichuan held his sensible younger sister and gently patted her back.

Cecilia nestled in her sister's arms, enjoying a moment of peace.

Just then, a scream suddenly came from afar.

One of the knights on watch fell to the ground, an arrow piercing his throat.

"Enemy attack!"

The captain of the guards suddenly stood up, drew his sword, and rushed out.

Countless dark figures emerged from the night, their hoofbeats deafening.

The pursuers have arrived.

Liu Lichuan suddenly stood up, holding her younger sister, while the old steward shielded them and hid behind the carriage. The guards fought desperately, but they were outnumbered and outmatched.

There were two high-ranking opponents on the other side, and the captain of the guard unleashed his trump card in the battle.

Swords clashed, battle auras collided, and the surrounding air trembled. However, the captain of the guard was injured and quickly fell into a disadvantageous position.

A mid-ranking squire was surrounded by three enemies. He fought desperately, killing two of them, but fell in a pool of blood. The lower-ranking squires were even more vulnerable, falling one after another.

The old butler's voice trembled: "Miss, hurry! It'll be too late if we don't leave now!"

Liulichuan protected his younger sister, his eyes reddening, but he didn't move.

Looking at the guards who were fighting desperately to protect her, and at the captain who was still struggling despite his serious injuries, she knew they couldn't escape.

Cecilia gripped her sister's sleeve tightly, trembling as she watched the bloody scene before her.

Liu Lichuan lowered his head and glanced at her.

Then she looked up, and her eyes changed.

She handed her younger sister to the female guard: "Take Cecilia away!"

Cecilia cried and pleaded, refusing to leave: "Sister, let's go together, let's go together..."

The crying was heartbreaking, but Liulichuan hardened her heart and ordered, "Go!"

The female guard Anna picked up Cecilia and ran towards the wilderness.

After her sister left, Cecilia began to form hand seals. Pale blue light gathered at her fingertips—it was magic.

The old butler exclaimed in surprise, "Miss, you haven't recovered yet..."

Before she could finish speaking, Liulichuan had already made her move. A faint cyan blade of light flew from her hand, heading straight for the leader of the pursuers.

The light blade wasn't very powerful, but it was very fast. The leader of the pursuers instinctively dodged to the side, and his sword strike faltered.

In that moment of hesitation, the captain of the guard seized the opportunity and thrust his sword at his shoulder. The leader of the pursuers grunted and took a few steps back.

"A magician?"

He glanced down at the wound on his shoulder and sneered.

"A lowly apprentice dares to show off in front of me?"

He waved his hand: "Ignore the woman, kill the guards first! Capture her alive!"

Although Liulichuan is only a low-level magic apprentice, his magic is unpredictable and hard to ignore.

Especially since Liulichuan was now covered in a milky-white shield, the pursuers were unable to break through it for a while.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Liulichuan pulled out some magic scrolls from somewhere, each with a power comparable to a high-ranking knight's squire's attack. The pursuers couldn't capture her and instead killed several of them. For a time, the two sides were evenly matched.

Ron lowered his binoculars behind a distant earthen slope.

Hart leaned closer and whispered, "Sir, is that woman a magician?"

Ron nodded, seemingly lost in thought.

Disguised as a merchant caravan, he dared not reveal his true identity; he was a magician and had a group of extremely powerful pursuers.

It's obvious that this woman is no ordinary person, even without thinking.

It's worth a shot, especially since we've figured out the strength of the pursuers.

Ron didn't rush into the battlefield; he had something else to do.

"Little sister, do you need any help?"

Ron and his group appeared in front of Cecilia and her companion, who had escaped.

The female guard, Anna, asked warily, "Who are you? What do you want?"

However, Cecilia said urgently:

"Please help! Please go and save my sister right now! We're willing to pay a reward, please!"

Ron gave a wicked smile: "The price I pay for my actions is very high; you might not be able to afford it."

Cecilia pleaded anxiously, "We'll give you anything you want, everything! Please, just do it quickly!"

"I want your sister!"

"So, can you agree on her behalf?"

Cecilia stared blankly at the firelight over the camp, then said hesitantly, "Okay!"

Secret technique: Take advantage of someone's vulnerability!!!

Ron flipped through his previous attributes and saw that they were indeed his specialties.