Chapitre 114: William

William just lay on the horse's back. He didn't even hold the reins, and looked as if he was going to die at any moment. Even when the whole army was marching in a hurry, he still maintained this appearance. If there was not a person beside him holding the reins of the horse under his crotch, no one knows where he would be taken by the horse during the rush march.

Compared with this, it seems to be a matter of course that William was not thrown to the ground by his horse even during the rapid march.

The sun shines through the gaps in the branches, and the stars fall down, just reflecting on William's face.

William, who seemed to be sleeping with his eyes closed, suddenly stretched out his hand to cover his face in annoyance, but it seemed that this position was really uncomfortable. He turned his head again, only to find that the sun seemed to be shining in this position no matter what. So he had to straighten up and sit up.

This is a somewhat clean man.