บท 808: Tristan

*Pant!*

A young man ran slowly while carrying a girl on his back. His face expressed his desperation

"Please help her!"

He kept shouting, but the people were only staring at him, not planning to do anything.

The young man couldn't forget their disgusted faces as if they were thinking of him as dirt to society.

"Please…" He made eye contact with another person, but that person looked at him with contempt. He even shouted, "There is a slave running away here!"

The young man panicked. He didn't mind if he got beat up by the guards and lost his life, but he couldn't endanger the girl on his back any longer. If the guards caught them, the girl would definitely lose her life.

"Ha…"

He kept running in the same direction until he couldn't see buildings anymore. Even so, he continued because the guards could easily catch up to them and kill them.