She was breathing heavily, sweating all over, her hair was messy, and her body was stumbling. Behind her, bursts of shouting were heard.

With a thud, Feilin's body hit the wall of the alley heavily. She looked outside with unconcealable fear and resentment in her eyes.

"Uncle Willis..."

Feilin closed her eyes and tears flowed down her face as she thought about how Willis looked when he died.

Whenever she thought of Willis being nailed to the ground by a sword, Feilin couldn't control herself.

She didn't know why the people from the temple suddenly appeared to arrest her. Thanks to Willis's reminder, she was able to run away instead of being caught immediately.

There were shouts coming from afar. It was the people from the temple who were constantly looking for her. In addition, some people from the Scoville family were also looking for her.

"Scovell..."

Feilin bit her lips tightly, trying to keep herself calm.

The sudden arrest by the Temple certainly made Feilin angry, but what Feilin really hated were the people of the Scoville family.

It was because of the leadership of the Scoville family members that the people from the Temple were able to wait for her at about the same time, and Willis died as a result. Moreover, after she came back, those people from the Scoville family did not hesitate at all and immediately followed the people from the Temple to capture her.

Feilin closed her eyes slightly, her heart was cold.

“She’s here!”

"Come on, let's catch her!"

A knight spotted her and wanted to rush over to catch her, but Feilin reacted instantly, moved her body, and rushed forward.

The knight was very powerful and she was no match for him, but Feilin managed to fight off the knight and finally struggled to escape.

She found a horse, so Feilin turned over and rode on the warhorse, fleeing quickly out of the holy city.

Fred appeared here. He looked at the blood on the wall and frowned.

"Lord Fred, this, this has nothing to do with our Scoville family. It's Feilin. It's all the fault of that bitch Feilin. She is just a mean girl. She just wants to make these things happen..." A short and fat member of the Scoville family approached Fred. He bent over, with a flattering expression and an extremely flattering look on his face.

Fred looked at the short and fat man, snorted coldly, and said nothing.

"Chase her, but don't hurt her. I want to live." Fred waved his hand and said lightly.

With a loud bang, many knights riding on their war horses rushed forward.

Feilin has been running for a long time.

Compared to before, her injuries were more serious, her clothes were torn, and she had several wounds on her body, and she coughed up blood from time to time.

"Escape... escape... I want to escape..." Feilin was in a trance. She leaned her body against the horse and kept running forward.

Behind her, many knights caught up. They were all Knights of the Temple and were very powerful. Feilin was no match for them at all.

Subconsciously, Feilin controlled the direction of the horse and ran towards where Morin was.

When she came to her senses, she found herself outside the abandoned manor.

The warhorse neighed, fell heavily to the ground, and lay motionless, dead. The long and intense running just now had exhausted the horse to death.

"This... this is." Feilin slowly stood up and looked around.

She felt sore all over and couldn't use any strength. What made her most desperate was the many Templar Knights who were slowly surrounding her.

"You've done well to be able to run this far, Feilin." Fred was riding on his warhorse, his face calm, noble and graceful, like a middle-aged aristocrat on a picnic.

"What a pity, it's all over now."

Fred spoke calmly.

"Why...why are you..." Feilin's voice was intermittent and weak.

"No reason. The saint gave the order, and we just need to execute it. This is the natural mission of all knight nobles." Fred said. He ignored Feilin who was dazed and desperate, and looked at the abandoned manor in front of him. He said, "This is where Morin is, Feilin."

"What! Fred you!"

Feilin's face changed instantly.

"I want to kill Maureen." Fred's voice was indifferent, but it was full of coldness. He said, "It was not convenient for me to do it before, but it is different now."

"The plan of our Saint Faction nobles has not yet started, so I endured it and could only give in to Morin. But now it's different. Everything is going on, so there is no need for me to tolerate it."

"Alka is nothing. Let him die, so be it. But Maureen killed John. That's not okay. I want to kill him and avenge John."

"I have been secretly keeping an eye on Morin's whereabouts. I know he lives here. I originally wanted to bring you here to kill Morin after I caught you, but I didn't expect you to run here. This is good, so I don't have to run here again."

Fred glanced at Feilin, slowly placed his hand on the hilt of the cross sword at his waist, and said, "Thank you, Feilin."

"No! Fred, you guys..."

Feilin wanted to say something. In her heart, Morin had always been a mysterious existence. But the situation was different now. Many powerful knights came here. Their strength was really too strong. There were even two Moon Knights. Even if Morin was mysterious, he would definitely die facing these powerful knights.

"Capture Feilin, and the others prepare to charge."

"I'm going to make Maureen's life a living hell!"

Fred drew his cross sword, his voice cold.

A knight stepped forward and grabbed the struggling Feilin, while on the other side, several knights controlled their horses and began to charge.

The sound of horse hooves like thunder rang out, and the knights rushed madly towards the gate of the abandoned manor like huge humanoid monsters.

Just as the knights were about to rush into the manor gate, suddenly, the air became blurry.

BANG! BANG!!! BANG!!!

The knights screamed, and both they and their horses exploded in the air, completely turning into a ball of blood mist.

With a creak, the gate of the manor opened by itself.

There was a strange wave in the air, and Morin appeared in the void. He appeared silently, without any trace, as if he appeared out of nowhere.

Morin looked like he hadn't seen the sun for a long time. He raised his hand to block the sunlight in front of his eyes.

Then he slowly withdrew his hand.

Morin saw the many Templar Knights in front of him and the captured Feilin, and smiled slightly.

"What a nice day," he whispered.