Rolf, the former star of hope of the Blood Bottle Gang and the only super master among the Twelve Strongest, experienced hell and despair, and finally reunited with Thales a month later.

"Congratulations, you finally managed to survive," Thales smiled and nodded, "You didn't lose to this damn world."

Rolf trembled slightly, and opened his mouth suddenly. His bloody throat trembled slightly, but he could only utter an unknown mumble.

He also knew that he couldn't say anything now.

Faced with such a situation, Thales didn't know how to react for a moment.

"It's okay. What do you have to say..." He scratched his head and said, "Just write it down with a pen."

Rolf's eyes darkened.

"We tried," Gilbert sighed: "He can't read - except for numbers, he can't even write his own name."

After hearing this, Rolf closed his eyes in humiliation and lowered his head.

Thales was a little embarrassed.

He almost forgot that Rolf was a gangster. Thales, who had been a beggar, knew that most people who would join gangs had unfortunate circumstances and made a living in illegal activities every day. Naturally, he also

There is little opportunity to receive a decent education.

But the next moment, under Thales's surprised gaze, Rolf clenched his teeth, struggled with a cane, lowered his incomplete body, and faced the short and thin Thales...

Bow deeply.

Thales sighed:

"Okay, I have truly received your thanks."

Rolf raised his head, trembling, and looked at Thales.

"What are your plans in the future? Is there anywhere else you can go? I don't really recommend that you go back to the Blood Bottle Gang..."

Rolf shuddered slightly.

Go back to the Blood Bottle Gang? Go back to Sister... Go back to Kathleen's men?

He looked at his legs, showing pain.

Moreover, there is Nekra...

Rolf's eyes gleamed when he thought of the enemy stabbing him in the back.

A few seconds later, Rolf exhaled with his supernatural power and shook his head sadly.

Thales looked at him steadily.

"Okay," the time traveler showed a smile: "Then you can stay with me for now... I should be able to support you."

Rolf's eyes lit up.

This boy... In addition to being his savior, he also has a great identity...

"Gilbert," Thales turned his head and looked at Count Castle: "How long do we have until we set off for Exeter?"

"It depends on the communication time of Xinyao to Longxiao City, at least three days," Gilbert said with a smile: "At most one week, Your Highness."

"That should be enough."

Thales nodded, and then he looked at Rolf:

"In the past few days, you can come to my study during the day."

Rolf looked surprised.

I saw the boy who had always been confident and optimistic. In a desperate situation, he was asked to choose "relief or struggle" with a smile on his face:

"I'm going to teach you how to read and how to speak with gestures."

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Thirty-one-year-old Gennard, a city defense captain affiliated with the Dongcheng District Police Department, collapsed in the dungeon of Mancao Manor, breathing heavily.

He was covered in bruises and was bound by heavy chains, unable to move.

But there was a voice in his heart telling him that he must never... must not speak.

No matter how these noble men tortured and beat him, no matter how they threatened and induced...

No matter how much they wanted to know, the origin of the cavalry that appeared outside Mancao Manor in Dongcheng District that night,

He must grit his teeth.

After the State Council meeting, Gennard stepped down from the task of maintaining order in Xingju Square. Just the next morning, his boss led a group of security officers to Dongcheng District, where he was on duty.

In front of him and all his soldiers, the superior read out Gennard's charges: Someone reported that he had collected bribes while on duty in Dongcheng District.

Jennard sighed immediately.

Not because this is a false accusation, but because in Dongcheng District, it has long been a recognized custom and custom to collect tips from nobles. Every city defense soldier, and even the security officers, will collect such tips.

, the Police Department also knows it very well - they will take a commission every time, and get oil and water - this is also the only extra money that Gennard can get for his meagerly paid team members.

Why was Dudu himself reported? His soldiers also looked shocked.

But how could Gennard, who had been living in Dongcheng District for almost twelve years, not know that he had probably offended a big shot?

With ten security officers watching eagerly, Gennard had only time to keep the sword he had kept for twelve years and never wanted to leave - it was the sword that the Duke of Star Lake saw after his retreat in the Walla Corridor.

He had no weapons, so he casually took off the gift and handed it to him ("Exchange this for the flour in your hand, because of you, at least we have a full meal to eat." - Duke John) with nine awns on it.

The star's emblem was given to a young man in the team whom he liked most. His hands and feet were chained, his head was covered, and he was taken to a carriage and arrived at a manor.

The carriage was twisting and turning, but Gennard had been patrolling the Dongcheng District for more than ten years. When he was a soldier, he had not lost the habit of observing and memorizing roads that he had developed in the Star Army. How could he not recognize it? This was him.

Is it the Kevin Deer family's vine estate that patrols pass three times every day?

A group of people who looked like they were soldiers tortured Gennard for two days.

Nothing else.

Just to ask, that group of cavalry, that group of cavalry that broke into Dongcheng District at night, and might even break into Kevin Deere's Manor...

What exactly is it?

But Jennard couldn't say.

He can't say.

Nothing else.

Just for that group of cavalry, they... come from the... Bright Star Royal Family under the Nine-Pointed Star.

That is John's nine-pointed star, it is the nine-pointed star of the Duke of Star Lake, it is the nine-pointed star of the Star Legion, and it is the nine-pointed star under whose banner the ignorant Jenard once fought passionately and fought tirelessly.

How many of his comrades are there!

Twelve years ago, he wandered numbly in the war-torn land, amidst the cold, hunger, pain, and suffering, and witnessed murder, arson, rape, and robbery every day.

Until Genard entered the city stupidly, and when he was so hungry and dizzy, he walked towards the recruitment office in a daze.

Until I met the Duke, the humorous, confident, optimistic, and approachable Duke of Star Lake, and his Star Legion.

A nineteen-year-old farm boy who was often bullied, stupid, and couldn't survive. There, he learned unity and cooperation for the first time, understood selfless sacrifice for the first time, and was recognized and appreciated for the first time.

It was the first time I was taught how to read and write, the first time I raised my sword and shouted for victory, the first time I sang around a campfire, and the first time I made up my mind to fight for my comrades.

Also, for the first time, he understood that there were more important things in the world than having enough to eat and surviving.

There, he felt more like a human being than a wild beast just looking for food.

The Duke's Star Legion and the Duke's personal guards were his home, his destination, his everything, and the place where he thought he would fight for the rest of his life.

Until the tragedy of Sodala, until that shameful and hateful betrayal, until that despicable sneak attack, until that cowardly backstabbing.

Until the Duke lay peacefully among all his guards, and amid the regretful and angry cries of the entire legion, warned them to "take care of themselves", then he smiled with tears in his eyes, and passed away forever.

It's all their fault, it's their Guards' fault, it's their Guards' sin.

If we had found out earlier...if I had reacted faster...then the Duke wouldn't have...our family wouldn't have...

Therefore, when the soldiers of the noble family disdainfully insulted, questioned, beat and threatened him, asking Gennard to reveal the identity of the group of cavalry who also belonged to the Nine-Pointed Star.

Jennard felt that his unyielding strength, gritted teeth, and silence in response, even being covered in bruises and dying, were all a form of atonement.

At least this would make him feel better about his guilt, regret, and self-blame for twelve years, and allow him to repay some of his guilt and regret for these twelve years of lifelessness and insensitivity.

This is all for the sake of his former "family", and for the duty of the duke's personal guard that he will always remember even though he is no longer here.

"My master just wants to confirm something," the gray-haired old man asked him calmly outside the cell door again:

"As for the identity of those cavalrymen - that's all. I swear on my master's honor that he has no intention of doing anything bad to those cavalrymen."

Jennard gritted his teeth.

"Who will see your persistence? Likewise, no one will see your weakness. As long as you give us a little information - even a little bit, no one will know."

Jennard continued to grit his teeth.

"We know that you must know something - your soldiers all said that they have no flags or emblems. So, is it someone you know? A former comrade? A life-long friendship?"

Jennard still gritted his teeth.
To be continued...