Carl was feeling smug, fantasizing about how he would train the elven girl after snatching her back, but his joy quickly turned to disaster. Suddenly, something struck his head with a crisp "smack." It didn’t hurt much, but... a foul stench began to spread—it was a rotten egg.

"Who did that?"

The baron was furious. He had just turned his head when he was hit by another one. The reeking egg white dripped down his face. Carl could no longer hold it in and vomited on the spot.

Since the ringleader had been punished, of course the rest wouldn’t be spared. Seeing the lackeys rushing at him, Ryan Bennett hurled a barrage of rotten eggs. The foul smell spread through the air, and people scattered in all directions. The scene quickly descended into chaos. Taking advantage of the confusion, Ryan Bennett rushed forward, grabbed the elven girl’s hand, and said, "Girl, what are you standing there for? Run!"

"Oh!"

The situation changed in an instant. Emily Brooks was completely caught off guard, but as Ryan Bennett pulled her, she followed him and ran.

"Damn it! Quick, catch him!"

Carl might be useless, but he came from a prestigious family and had never suffered such humiliation. Enraged, he immediately ordered his men to give chase. He wanted to see who dared provoke him. Once he caught that brat, he’d make him regret ever being born. As for the elven girl, there was no way he’d let her slip from his grasp.

People and horses were thrown into chaos, cries of alarm rang out one after another, and the bustling commercial street of the imperial capital suddenly became the stage for a dramatic chase. To be honest, if it were just Ryan Bennett alone, escaping would be no problem. But... as everyone knows, elves are naturally frail, and this pretty girl clearly didn’t know any magic or martial arts. She wasn’t used to physical activity, and after running for a short while, she was already out of breath.

Using the crowd as cover and creating obstacles could slow down their pursuers, but at this rate, they’d be caught sooner or later.

"Damn!"

Seeing the vicious grins on their pursuers’ faces, Ryan Bennett grew more anxious. Suddenly, he crouched down. "Girl, get on."

"What?"

"I’ll carry you."

"But..."

"Desperate times call for desperate measures. Don’t hesitate."

Emily Brooks bit her lip, but in the end, she climbed onto his back. Supporting the girl’s shapely, springy thighs, Ryan Bennett quickly scolded himself inwardly—how could he be thinking about this at a time like this? He took a deep breath, pushed aside all distractions, and dashed forward.

He was a bit faster than before, but as time went on, Ryan Bennett’s stamina began to wane. After all, he was just an ordinary person. Even though he’d always been in good shape back on Earth, carrying someone was a different story. No matter how light an elven girl was, she still weighed seventy or eighty jin.

The distance between them and their pursuers was closing again. What should he do? Ryan Bennett despised those thugs, but he knew that if they caught him, his fate would be... sigh, being a hero and saving a beauty wasn’t all it was cracked up to be.

Ryan Bennett was frustrated, but he didn’t stop running for a second. After crossing another street, a grand procession came into view—flowers scattered, drums beating. What was this? Could it be a wedding procession in another world?

Ryan Bennett was curious, but in such a dangerous situation, there was no time to investigate. Their pursuers were right behind them, and the road ahead was blocked by the procession.

In short, he’d run into a dead end.

"Kid, let’s see where you run now!"

The baron’s face twisted with rage, still smeared with traces of rotten egg and reeking terribly.

The elven girl’s face showed a trace of fear as she clung to Ryan Bennett’s back, trembling.

"Don’t be afraid, girl!" Ryan Bennett comforted her.

"You can’t even protect yourself, and you still want to play the hero?"

"Can’t protect myself?"

Ryan Bennett snorted. True, the road ahead was blocked, but it was a moving procession, not a wall. Why couldn’t he force his way through? Things were already chaotic enough—what was there left to worry about?

With that thought, Ryan Bennett leapt into the crowd.

Including Baron Carl, all the thugs were dumbfounded. They never expected someone to be even bolder than them—he actually dared to charge into the imperial envoy’s procession seeking a doctor for the princess.

Chapter 10: A Colossal Lie

Baron Fairfax XV, as the emperor of the empire, was wealthy beyond measure, with countless concubines in his harem who had borne him dozens of children. Yet among all these royal offspring, the most beloved was Princess Alice.

The little princess was sixteen this year, brilliant and stunningly beautiful. His Majesty the Emperor cherished her like a pearl in his palm, granting her every wish and doting on her to an absurd degree. But not long ago, the little princess fell ill...

It wasn’t a cold or an injury—she simply fell into a coma and wouldn’t wake up. The emperor was beside himself with worry. The imperial physicians consulted for days but couldn’t figure out the cause. In his wrath, several imperial doctors had already been executed, but still, no one could diagnose the princess’s illness. Watching his beloved daughter grow weaker by the day, the emperor even went personally to the temple. Yet even His Holiness the Pope, with his all-powerful light magic, could not awaken the princess...

As emperor, was he really to watch helplessly as his daughter died of illness? Baron Fairfax XV issued an imperial edict, posting notices throughout the land to seek famous doctors to treat the princess.

And the procession before them was the search for a doctor!