"Hurry up and memorize it properly, or I'll have to hit you hard!"

Martha's slap wasn't enough to quell her anger. She was already seething with rage at Joey's death, even though she hadn't known Joey for long and they had developed feelings for each other.

The bearded man didn't dare to utter another word. He understood very well what Martha meant. The marks of five fingers on his face were still clearly visible, but if her heavy hand really came down, his head would probably be blown off. You have to know that Martha's strength in hammering iron was no less than his own.

The bearded man pursed his lips and carried Joey back on his back.

“Joey, you’d better tell me about these things earlier next time. You can’t let it happen like today. I beat Medes up pretty badly. His head is a pig’s head now!”

The bearded man glanced at Medes, who had been following behind him, and suddenly felt a little sorry for him!

At this moment, he hung his head, looking just like a child who had done something wrong, his face full of self-reproach. But if we're talking about his head, it really did look like a pig's head at this moment.

"Alright, alright, I understand. I'll give you a satisfactory compensation later!"

"A compensation that will absolutely satisfy you!"

Joey knew that he was indeed a little off, but only "a little" off. He had only just learned this ability to communicate with his mind, and he guessed it was related to his strong mental power. Archmage Meld had once said that his mental power was a good prospect for learning magic, but some accidents happened along the way, but his mental power was still in his body.

"Where is he? Where is he now? Get out of my way!"

An unusually anxious yet angry voice came from not far ahead.

"Lady Catherine, you cannot go there! The city lord has given the order!"

"Yes, Lady Catherine, please don't make things difficult for us!"

"..."

Eileen and Puff's voices came from ahead, but they were mixed with the voices of many other people, all of whom shared the same message: to stop Catherine from getting any closer.

"Get out of my way, all of you!"

Suddenly, a hysterical roar came from ahead, and the owner of the voice was Catherine.

The other voices vanished instantly. Only then did they realize that Lady Catherine was truly enraged, not the insincere Lady Catherine they knew. Her heart must have truly reached the brink of breaking.

"Big Beard, carry me over here!"

Joey had been waiting for this moment, but he should remain calm now and not let all his previous efforts go to waste. Although he was already somewhat moved by Catherine's heart-wrenching roar.

Without further delay, the bearded man carried Joey on his back and ran quickly forward. Martha, who was behind him, was stunned, thinking that the bearded man was going to cause some trouble again. However, after the bearded man had run a few steps, her worries disappeared. The bearded man was clearly in much better shape than before.

"Catherine, Joey's here!"

Having followed Joey for so long, the bearded man had long since stopped calling Catherine "Lady Catherine" and now addressed her by her first name. In this strictly registered castle, only Joey and the bearded man dared to do that.

"Sam Blackstone?"

Upon hearing the bearded man's voice, Catherine grasped at it as if it were a lifeline, her attention completely drawn to his voice.

The bearded man only felt a figure in white rushing towards him, moving faster than a running cheetah.

The figure in white stopped in front of the bearded man, staring at him with bloodshot eyes.

"Sam, Joey, he..."

Catherine's voice trembled, and she couldn't finish her sentence as she sobbed uncontrollably.

At this moment, she had already seen the person on the bearded man's back, the lifeless corpse, the corpse of Joey Brown.

Although Catherine and Joey were only two steps apart, in Catherine's eyes, there was already an insurmountable chasm between them.

She just stared blankly at the corpse on the bearded man's back, without saying a word or making any further movement.

"Catherine?"

The bearded man couldn't help but call out Catherine's name softly. At that moment, he suddenly felt that Joey had gone a bit too far.

"ah?"

Catherine turned to look at the bearded man, a look of confusion on her face.

Her tears had dried, and she was expressionless, or perhaps more accurately, ashen-faced.

Are you alright?

The bearded man began to worry about Catherine; her condition was becoming increasingly strange.

"I'm fine, what could possibly be wrong with me? I'm perfectly fine!"

After Catherine finished speaking, she actually smiled, but to the bearded man, that smile was somewhat creepy.

"Put him down!"

"good!"

Without any hesitation, the bearded man put Joey off his back.

Catherine took a step forward, crouched down next to Joey, and stared at him intently once again.

"Didn't you say you were going to marry me? Didn't you say you liked me? Didn't you say you wanted to see me naked?"

Catherine spoke to Joey as if no one else was around, showing absolutely no shyness or nervousness.

"How can you see what I look like without clothes if you just lie there with your eyes closed?"

“Joey, Joey Brown!”

"Wake up! If you don't wake up, I might fall in love with someone else and have many children with him. These children will call him father, and you will just be a stranger they have never seen!"

"..."

(Catherine, is it really okay for you to say this? If you keep going like this, I really can't stand it anymore!)

(I've never even seen you naked before, not even in my dreams. I'm determined to have lots and lots of babies with you. I've already thought of their names, and even planned where they'll go to kindergarten!)

(But I'm still glad you said that. I won't let you play the role of a widow. This kind of plot is for me to watch, not for me to act out!)

"Cough cough cough..."

“Catherine!”

Joey didn't open her eyes, but called out to the person beside her in a weak voice.

"What's wrong? I'm here!"

Catherine didn't show much emotion; she simply answered calmly.

"I feel... I can't die right now. I've never seen you... without clothes on!"

Joey still didn't open his eyes, but his lips moved slightly a few times.

"Then open your eyes!"

"Can I see it as soon as I open my eyes?"

"Um!"

This was the answer Joey was waiting for.

He suddenly opened his eyes, a smile on his face, looking expectantly at Catherine.

Catherine looked at him tenderly, slowly raising her right hand as if to reach for her clothes.

Joey's smile gradually blossomed, much like a wild chrysanthemum growing wildly.

"Smack!"

However, Catherine's hand did not land on her clothes, but on Joey's face.