Age of Faith

Chapter 27

He dropped his head back."Nothing will make me want to take a photo for a husband."She let go, but only to raise your hand.Annyn raised her hand to deflect the blow, but did not land.With a choking cry, Lavonne let go.With care, Annyn lowered her arm.

Pain shone beyond the fury that gritted the baron's face.Right hand grasped his left arm to his body, blood flowed between his fingers, he revealed a misericorde protruding from the upper arm—dagger Jonas.“You and your men are leaving Wulfen now,” said Wulfrith of not standing in front of the curtain."Look what you've done to me!"Lavonne cries as she drips a red color on the bushes.“Surely you remember lesson eight, Lavonne.”Baron showed off his teeth.

That a man so handsome can turn out to be inappropriate is scary.“I'm no longer your student, Wulfrit.”“As it should never have happened.Now gather your people and go from Wulfen.”The baron pointed towards Annyn."She belongs to—" "Now!"Lavonne sneered."Henry's gonna hear about this.""I hope so, and when he does, let's say that if he wants to talk to me, he has to send a grown man."As Lavonne stuttered, the curtain opened to receive Sir Everard with a sword in hand.

Resisting the longing to check her soft cheeks that had been stalled by her break, Annyn gripped her torn tunic."Baron Lavonne is leaving" said Wulfrit."Make sure he doesn't stay quiet."Sir Everard leaked the man."Do you need a car to get you from Wulfen, Lavonne?"The bloody man crossed the room.As he approached the curtain, Wulfrith consumer hands."Dagger.""I'll bleed to death!"“Then you better hurry out of Wulfen so you can take care of your wounds.”With a grunt, Lavonne snatched the misericorde and glanced at Everard who was tense in readiness.

Pronouncing the oath, he turned the misericorde hilt first and burdened it on the palm of Wulfrith.“My blood is on you, Wulfrit.NextThe bloody man crossed the room.As he approached the curtain, Wulfrith consumer hands."Dagger.""I'll bleed to death!"“Then you better hurry out of Wulfen so you can take care of your wounds.”With a grunt, Lavonne snatched the misericorde and glanced at Everard who was tense in readiness.

Furthermorehe held the wrong grip first and paid for it in the palm of Wulfrith.“My blood is on you, Wulfrit.Nexthe holds the wrong hold first and pays it in the palm of Wulfrith.“My blood is on you, Wulfrit

time, it will be yours over me.”"Only if underhandedly," Wulfrith cherished the man's honor.Lavonne stared for a decisive moment unkemptly, then stepping into the curtain.Everard followed her into the hall.Feeling the feeling of being a Wulfrith for the first time as she entered the sun, Annyn looked at the chair and plopped down to the edge.

He saw Wulfrith's feet in a hurry, and from the corner of his eyes saw him at the side to a small table on the bed.He put a misericorde on it, dipped his hands into the basin, and, and wiping it with a towel.Furthermore, he stepped forward and pulled out the key for the key he tried to open before Lavonne entered the sun.As she searched on the chest, she searched, Annyn stroked under her right eye.Not only was it soft and began to swell, but Lavonne's ring had been spitting out blood at her corner.

A sense of self-awareness when remembering her mother back.Ayah Annyn is a man like Lavonne, Lavonne, the kind she swore she would never marry.And she did not want.She was grateful for her death located in Wulfrith.Once again struggling to hold back her anger, Garr tunik white from the front, crossing over to Annyn Bretanne, and dropped it on his lap.“Do this.”He was about to turn around, but what he saw on his face made him look again.However, he dropped his chin before he could confirm what he saw.

Anger spread as if the first experience was never taught, he caught his chin.He let but catch a glimpse of the injury before jerking freely.Wind the sword in hand, he, Garr flips back and forth.And stopped two steps in front of the chest.The woman tried to kill you.What do you care about what Lavonne did?She's no better than him.Other worse.Or him?He could not believe his brother was killed.Garr leaked the place where his sword lay.

Although he was eager to twist the sword in Lavonne's stomach, he denied himself.If Lavonne and her men had not yet left the castle, they would have left immediately.He returned to the chest, against his sheathed sword, and, and took out the ointment that Brao—Annyn Bretanne— returned to him.When he looked around, he saw him rise up from the chair.

While holding her back, she pulled the tunic over the tunic she had worn the misericorde and tidied it up on her hips.Levil woman's hips were reduced to making a child.Why Garr let her mind wander so, she did not understand.She crossed the sun, w, but even though he definitely knew he was behind, he did not turn around.

He caught his arm, but before he could pull it, he gasped and frowned

Has a man ever been so blind?Apart from her shaved compliments and punches on her cheeks, she is beautiful.Not beautiful, but with a pointed nose, fine arched eyebrows, a bent mouth, gently curved, and large pale blue eyes—, if they smile, it can melt a man."Are you done enough?"snapped it.

Scolding himself, he looked again, but this time it was like judging a prisoner.There was no self-pity in those eyes, not even hatred.Indeed, if there was a name for what strengthened him, it was not, he underwent a cent night of knight training, his plan for revenge was seized from him, revealed a woman, and suffered an attack of Lavonne.However he did not succumb to despair.

Unlike most of the women Garr met, Annyn Bretanne was strong.If it wasn't for her purpose at Wulfen, she might have admired him.Or maybe regardless of that, she said, he offered the ointment, Even though he didn't flinch as he tidied it up on his cheek, his jaw hardened."Your arms too" he ordered.

He hesitated before pushing the shirt to reveal the dark bruises made by Lavonne's ruthless fingers."I won't let him hurt you" Garr said firmly. "Will you not?"He put the ointment on his skin. "I did try to kill you, Mr. Wulfrit." He doesn't need to be reminded of that.

Or maybe he did. "A man should never attack a woman." “Then, you won't raise my hand? ”His unreadable female eyes say it, but she knows what she loves instead: what is her punishment if something physical? Since he hasn't specified it himself, he questions.seen if you become Jame Braose." A bitter smile on the corner of the mouth. "A lesson your students don't learn, Lavonne.” Garr didn't need anyone to say it was important, especially this most unworthy woman.

He sighed and pushed the opposite sleeve.

Although Garr should have known he was going to be marked on both sides, he was getting tense.When he finished with the ointment, he was fishing rod.As he had been doing for the past one night when he fired his hand, he said, "He looked up, the ointment on his cheek made a punch of Lavonne, his hard jaw making him no less tired for the revelation of the night, he will most likely see a woman fighting against destruction.“You sure?”He's a pot in hand."It's almost as good a weapon as a tooth."And he should have, given something so impotent had given him an escape, though short."Just keep it."He flips."Don't tell me I'm not you." In the back, he heard the creaking of the chair as he stood up. "I'm ready to go."Once again up front, Garr considered the tunic he had decided to travel to Stern Castle Because there were two hours of sleep before all of Wulfen Castle woke up on a new day, he had to delay their departure. is they didn't see the shadow while Lavonne and her men were outside, it was more than that. And he doesn't want to know where.

He took the rope off his chest. "We're not leaving. Not yet."He leaked the rope as he stepped forward."Sit down, Annyn Bretanne."Once again up front, Garr considered the tunic that had been proposed for the trip to Stern Castle because there were two hours of sleep before all of Wulfen Castle woke up on the new day, although he tells himself it is best that they do not pass through the shadows while Lavonne and her men are outside, and he doesn't want to know where.

He removed the rope from the chest.“We didn't go.Not yet." He leaked a rope as he stepped forward. "Sit down, Annyn Bretanne."Once again up ahead, Garr considered the tunic that had been proposed for the trip to Stern Castle.Because there were two hours of sleep before all of Wulfen Castle woke up on the new day, deciding to postpone their departure.

Although he told himself that it was best that they did not pass through the shadows while Lavonne and her men were outside, it's more than that.And she doesn't want to know where.She removed the rope from the chest.“We didn't go.Not yet." He leaked a rope as he stepped forward. "Sit down, Annyn Bretanne."Although he told himself that it was best that they did not pass through the shadows while Lavonne and her men were outside, it's more than that.And she doesn't want to know where.She removed the rope from the chest.“We didn't go.Not yet." He leaked a rope as he stepped forward. "Sit down, Annyn Bretanne."Although he told himself that it was best that they did not pass through the shadows while Lavonne and her men were outside, it was more than that.

And she doesn't want to know where.She removed the rope from the chest.“We didn't go.Not yet." He leaked a rope as he stepped forward. "Sit down, Annyn Bretanne."