Chapter 145
It seemed Clayton’s hopes were destined to be crushed. The mysterious figure continued sprinting toward him at an incredible speed, despite clearly being injured.
Clayton glanced over his shoulder repeatedly, cursing under his breath. Eventually, the figure caught up and tackled him with force.
Clayton felt like his body was locked in place by an invisible grip. He struggled instinctively, desperate to break free, but couldn’t move. The pressure on his chest alone told him just how physically powerful this person was—a strong knight.
Realizing resistance was futile, Clayton stopped struggling. He forced himself to calm down, trying to appear resigned. The moment the mysterious figure sensed Clayton had ceased resisting, he gave a curt nod.
"Good. You know your place. I’m not in the mood to stir up trouble, so I hope you know what’s best for you," he said sharply.
Clayton nodded, though his reluctance was obvious. The man rolled his eyes at the expression and muttered inwardly, Who do you think you are, acting tough in front of me? If I weren’t in this state, you’d already be flat on the ground.
Then, he gave a simple order: Carry me.
Despite being barely able to stand, the man showed no hesitation in bossing Clayton around. Clayton didn’t dare argue. He obeyed quietly—though deep inside, he began planning ways to get rid of this dangerous stranger.
He knew staying close to someone like this would only invite more trouble. The rich family alone was proof—they were actively hunting this man down.
Even so, Clayton didn’t rush. He walked as instructed, silently observing.
"All right, let’s stop here. We’ll rest for a bit," the man eventually said.
Clayton stopped and gently set him down against a tree. Then came more commands: build a fire, prepare food. Once again, Clayton complied without a word.