Seeing someone come to their rescue, the students who had been engulfed in despair now had a glimmer of hope on their faces.
However, this hope was quickly extinguished when they saw that it was Charles, turning into deep confusion.
Wasn't Charles supposed to have secretly returned to York? There were even rumors that he had gone back to Lsengard. How could he be here?
There were hundreds of bandits around, and Felix was a second-level Beast Master. Even Teacher Fletcher had no solution. Why had Charles come here to court death?
The vicious bandits around, seeing that the newcomer was Charles, let down their guard.
Even if he managed to kill Rumbling before, it was just a fluke. With so many people around, what could a first-level Beast Master possibly do?
"Charles, get out of here, leave now!" Fletcher, with disheveled hair and bloodshot eyes, looked up at Charles and almost screamed.
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