The wound on Jimte's back was exceptionally long, stretching almost from his right shoulder to his left waist, with the flesh rolled to the sides and the white bone faintly visible.
This was the result of a sword strike from Joel Colman.
Jimte had tried his best to dodge this sword.
But he couldn't completely avoid it.
However, faced with such a strike that severely injured him, Jimte could only feel fortunate—because if he had moved any slower, he would have been sliced into two.
But thinking about how the inner armor handcrafted by his fiancée Annie was ruined, the young nobleman was filled with regret and reluctance.
"Alas!"
Sighed the young nobleman.
Seeing Joel Colman catching up behind him, Jimte sighed once again.
"Can't we just talk?
You've been chasing me for a whole day, haven't you?
The entire Inner Bay knows about this, don't you have any concerns?"
Jimte looked perplexed and wronged.
