Gem Atkinson covered her mouth and whispered, "Go up." As he spoke, a protective weapon appeared in her hand.
She was all too familiar with this weapon, which Gem had personally made for her. It was excellent for defense and attack. Now, he had given it to her.
Although they had been separated for five years, their tacit understanding remained. Forsythia Brown, annoyed with herself for lowering her guard, quickly grabbed the weapon and climbed up the tree.
Watching her agile movements, Gem's mouth twitched, and then a smile curved: he remembered when they were children, she would climb trees to hide from being whipped after getting into trouble.
Only after she had hidden herself did Gem make several leaps, his tall and slender figure agile as a leopard as he darted up another large tree, concealing himself among the dense foliage.
Soon, five people came from the east, led by the captain.
"Damn it, if I catch that woman again, I'll kill her," he cursed.
