"What do you mean, ’can’t beat’?"

The man in black robes said, "The two of them against me alone, I can’t win."

Gregory Lawrence encouraged him, "Bro, don’t be a coward, if you can’t beat two, you can still challenge one-on-one!"

Hearing this, the man in black really started to consider the possibility of winning in a one-on-one fight.

Hannah interrupted his thoughts, not giving him a chance, "Fine, one-on-one, you can take on the two of us by yourself, come on."

As she spoke, she was about to go forward again.

Rolling up her sleeves.

It was Arnold Simmons who stopped her again.

This time he had experience and directly restrained her in his arms, a mix of admonishment and helplessness, "Can’t you be good for once?"

Hannah looked up at him, "I am good, he said he wants to fight one-on-one, I’m giving him a chance!"

She blinked, her eyes black and white, pure and bright, like a clear stream that sparkles with any bit of light.

Arnold Simmons had no choice but to change the subject back to the man in black. 𝑓𝘳𝘦𝑒𝑤𝑒𝘣𝘯ℴ𝘷𝘦𝓁.𝑐𝑜𝑚

He asked him his purpose.

The man in black didn’t wish to speak.

Gregory Lawrence, however, boldly speculated, "Bro, are you here for an adventure?"

During this period, those who enter the Blackwood Forest are either on an adventure or looking for treasure.

But the man in black was neither.

So he said, "I’m not, my brother."

Declining Gregory Lawrence’s attempt to get chummy.

Gregory Lawrence didn’t mind; he was overly familiar, shamelessly saying, "Bro, why do you speak as though you’re wound up too tight, can’t you make your sentences longer before taking a break?"

He no longer saw himself as a hostage.

Hannah poked Arnold Simmons in the waist, "You see, I told you Gregory Lawrence doesn’t need us to rescue him."

She figured that in a bit, he’d really become brothers with the man in black.

Arnold Simmons caught her mischievous hand and gently ruffled her hair.

Gregory Lawrence kept on rambling.

"Bro, how old are you, where are you from, how many days have you been in the Blackwood Forest. By the looks of it, you came alone, right? Afraid or not, let me tell you, just a few days ago we ran into a pack of mutated beasts, you know about mutated beasts, right..."

"Shut up." The man in black could no longer bear it, his hoarse voice almost breaking, "Keep blabbering and I’ll kill you!"

He tightened his grip suddenly, making Gregory Lawrence cough.

His face turned red, eyes rolled back, hands reaching out.

"Hannah... Hannah, save me!"

The conversation circled back to the beginning.

The man in black seemed to have completely lost his patience, "Sword, give it back!"

Arnold Simmons looked at Hannah.

Hannah explained to him, "This sword is his lifeblood, whoever has it, he’ll fight with them to the death."

Her explanation was correct.

"Sword, give it back!"

Arnold Simmons didn’t return it, because Gregory Lawrence was still in the grip of the man, "I can give you the sword, but only if you let Gregory Lawrence go."

Without much thought, the man in black agreed, "One hand sword, one hand person."

Gregory Lawrence struggled and reminded him, "It’s one hand for the sword, one hand for the person."

"Shut up!"

Gregory Lawrence fell silent.

Arnold Simmons agreed, "Okay, I’ll count to three, you let him go, and I’ll hand over the sword."

Hannah said, "I’ll do the counting."

Arnold Simmons had no objections, and after thinking it over, the man in black nodded in agreement.

Hannah ran to the middle, a little distance from both men. Then she raised her hand and began to count, "One, two—three!"

As the last word dropped.

Arnold Simmons threw the sword in his hand over, and the man in black released his grip as agreed.

With the suffocation slightly eased, Gregory Lawrence immediately started running forward.

As he passed Hannah, he instinctively paused, feeling a push on his back.

Before he could react, he had been pushed away by Hannah, and the long sword that flew over his head was intercepted by Hannah.