Rustling sounds echoed in the wood. Betta was carrying a girl, but he was running even faster than Roland, who was empty-handed.
If Roland weren't trying his best, he would've been left far behind.
Even so, by the time they were out of the woods, Betta was already a hundred meters ahead of him.
However, Betta stopped and breathed hard when he reached the city. Because of curfew, he could not enter the city.
Roland soon caught up. Having no time to wipe his sweat, he touched the girl's nose and sensed her faint breath. Relieved, he frowned at the closed city gate.
"The gate… is not open!" Betta breathed heavily and said, "What should we do?"
He too could tell that the girl was dying, and the sooner she was treated, the more likely she could survive.
The soldiers on the city wall looked at Roland and Betta nervously.
