"Indeed marvelous, it's truly the witch of Bunosson." Char glanced around, this time he aimed at another tree opposite.
After repeating this seven or eight times, the candle in Char's hand was burned down to a short stub, but he had reached the other side of the stone hole window. He raised the candle and placed it on the window hole, then his entire body followed a stream of light into the passage inside, and when he recovered next time, he was already in darkness.
He shook his head, shaking off the dizziness brought by teleportation, and could vaguely hear the sounds of battle ahead.
It seemed a bit late, but it didn't matter, anyway, the Lord would leave a bit of time. Char comforted himself like this, but didn't know that at this time Brand was already eager to stab him with a sword.
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Time goes back a few minutes——
