Evelyn Spencer chuckled and didn’t bother to pick up another knife. Just now, he had teamed up with The Young Man to ambush the burly man surnamed Hu, so he would definitely be seen as an accomplice. If those people came back, they would absolutely kill him—how could he dare waste any time?

He barely managed to support The Young Man out of the inn, chose two horses, tied the reins together, and rode on one horse with The Young Man. With a squeeze of his legs, the two strong horses neighed and galloped southward.

The Young Man was a little surprised to see that Evelyn Spencer actually knew how to handle a horse, but he had other plans in mind and didn’t ask how Evelyn Spencer had learned to ride.

Actually, if he had asked, Evelyn Spencer really wouldn’t know how to answer. Should he tell this The Young Man that he once spent several thousand yuan on half a month of riding lessons just to chase after a female equestrian coach? But the money wasn’t well spent—he only had one meal with the coach before being friend-zoned, and never went back to that equestrian center.

After riding several hundred meters, Evelyn Spencer remembered the silver he had hidden under a tree in the snow. He couldn’t help but look back, but no matter what, he didn’t dare go back for it. Though his body was that of The Young Man, his mind was not; he knew very well that if he got greedy for that bit of money and delayed his escape, it would be a terrible loss.

The two hurried through the night and didn’t encounter any trouble along the way. By dawn, The Young Man was burning with fever and passed out. Evelyn Spencer panicked, but soon spotted a village. He rode in, knocked on the door of a random house, and put on the air of a seasoned wanderer, saying, “My companion is ill. We’d like to stay at your house for a few days.”

Evelyn Spencer had no money on him, so he casually fished a piece of silver from The Young Man’s pocket and tossed it to the old man who opened the door.

The old man had kind eyes and a gentle face. He saw that the two were young but carried swords and had bloodstains on them. How could they just be sick? Clearly, it was a vendetta, and someone had been injured. He was a bit flustered and was about to refuse, but when he received the silver from Evelyn Spencer, he hesitated for a moment. In the end, he couldn’t bear to part with the money and said, “As long as you don’t mind my humble home, you’re welcome to stay.”

Evelyn Spencer had no experience wandering the martial world, but he did have travel experience. He immediately barged into the old man’s house, took the best room, put The Young Man down, and asked the old man, “Do you know if there’s a pharmacy in town?”

The old man was about to answer when he heard The Young Man on the bed say in a low voice, “I have medicine on me!”

Evelyn Spencer saw that “Master” was awake and breathed a sigh of relief. He said to the old man, “Please help us prepare some food, hot soup if possible.”

The old man, having taken them in, was still quite afraid. Now that he could leave them for a while, he felt a bit more at ease and replied, “I’ll go prepare it right away.”

The Young Man saw how smoothly Evelyn Spencer handled things and looked at him with new respect. He said, “Fetch me some clean water.”

Evelyn Spencer obediently went out and brought back a bowl of clean water.

The Young Man took the water, pulled out a porcelain bottle from his clothes, poured out a pill, swallowed it with the water, and sat cross-legged to meditate.

Evelyn Spencer let out a sigh of relief and thought to himself, “Master can even use inner energy to heal—he probably won’t die, right?”

“To have such a powerful backer after transmigrating here, I guess I’m a bit lucky.”

“Better hold on to this backer for now—don’t get picky and end up with no one to rely on.”

After traveling all night, he was exhausted. There was no second bed in the room, so he sat on a chair and slept with his head on the table.

The Young Man meditated for two hours, coughed up two mouthfuls of black blood, and seeing Evelyn Spencer sleeping soundly, couldn’t help but smile. He got off the bed, reached out to wake him, and said, “You didn’t even stand guard for your master! What if an enemy came—wouldn’t that be terrible?”

Evelyn Spencer rubbed his eyes. Even after two hours of sleep, he was still a bit tired. He replied, “I don’t have the strength to truss a chicken. If an enemy came, I couldn’t stop them anyway. And if Master is healing, even with a warning, you couldn’t move. The outcome would be the same.”

The Young Man shook his head, ignoring his twisted logic, and asked, “Do you know your master’s name?”

Evelyn Spencer shook his head and said, “Your disciple does not know.”

He was a transmigrator and knew almost nothing about this world.

Even his original identity in this world was just a local clerk at a big northern shop, with limited experience—how could he know the famous figures of the martial world?

The Young Man saw the confusion on his disciple’s face and didn’t mind. He smiled and said, “Your master’s surname is Miller, given name Edward! The man I killed today was surnamed Henry, given name Frank, known in the martial world as the Demon-Slaying Sword!”

“Our Miller and Henry families are old enemies. My father and grandfather both died at the hands of the Henry family. Today, he died by my hand—it was only just.”

Evelyn Spencer said, “Master is right about everything.”

He didn’t care about his master’s grudges; he just wanted to learn some real skills to live well in this world.

Suddenly, Evelyn Spencer remembered something, went out to check, and found that the old man who had opened the door was nowhere to be seen. He hurried back and said, “The old man who took us in said he’d prepare tea and hot soup, but now he’s vanished. I don’t think we can stay here. If you can still hold on, Master, let’s leave quickly.”

Edward Miller nodded slightly and said, “You’re quite careful.”