Noble Villa [Whistling]

Edgar hadn't used a long sword for a long time. The small dagger was very sharp, but unfortunately, it didn't seem to be of much use in this case.For a moment, Edgar felt a little desperate that he might be buried here.

Edgar clearly knew his own strength was about to reach its limit.There are only three wolves around him now, so he can hold on for a while.But such consumption is meaningless, wolves are social animals, and soon, wolves will come.Edgar resisted with all his strength, trying to win a chance of survival.

Still a little weak.Edgar reluctantly wiped away the blood on his forehead, which was the mark of an accidental scratch when he turned over just now.Not too deep, but it will probably be a permanent trace.If that person was here, such a thing would not have happened.Edgar thought.The smell of blood stimulated the wolves who besieged Edgar. They seemed not to be tired at all, and became more excited, and slowly narrowed the surrounding area.

Edgar was so embarrassed that he was a little numb from the pain.

The young male wolf couldn't help but pounced on him, and Edgar blocked it with a dagger.The male wolf appeared to be injured.But soon, other wolves took its place.The great discipline of the wolves is amazing, and their efficiency is unimaginable.Edgar's clothes were all ruined, and it was still cold, but Edgar couldn't feel it.

Eddie was about to give up.

Behind him is a cliff that is not too high.Edgar didn't go into the woods much, but he knew the general terrain.It is a small canyon with a river below it.In winter the water is not deep, but very cold.Think optimistically, if you are lucky.When I jumped down, I didn't touch the stone, and went directly into the river, and the downstream would be Wuthering Heights.Maybe someone else will find him, and then he will survive.

But what if it wasn't that perfect.

Edgar shook his teeth as he watched the pack of wolves getting closer and closer.It seemed that he had no choice.Fortunately, the Linton family never lacks courage.

In fact, if he could wait a little longer, he would not have ended up in this situation.

The moment he jumped, Edgar found that it was not as difficult as he imagined.All he could hear was the wind in his ears, and the angry howling of the wolves.And, a voice that seemed to be hallucinating.

"You, what do you want me to do?"

Although Mr. Linton showed full confidence in front of his wife, it was because of his duty.Mary was a brave and remarkable woman, and indeed his pride.But these really dangerous jobs should be done by yourself.He is the head of the family and lives for duty.

In fact, he didn't know what Edgar did. Although she knew her son, after all, Edgar had grown up and had his own thoughts.

From the very beginning, he discovered the difference of Allah more keenly than Mary.Mary relied on her sixth sense and her love for Edgar, while Mr. Linton relied on the tacit understanding between men and his own personal experience.The outstanding graduate of Wharton, how could he not know the ecology there.

But he didn't say anything.Mr. Linton respected his son, and that Allah confused him.Allah's eyes are too vicissitudes, not like a child at all.

He was sure that his feelings were right. He had saved his property in London's financial bubble by relying on his intuition, but he couldn't help but start to waver.

Mr. Linton was right in most of his guesses, but unfortunately he forgot to estimate the most important part.Of course it wasn't his fault, it never occurred to him, not even Edgar himself.

How important Allah was to Edgar.

Therefore, Edgar can calmly speak unfeeling words, and can calmly cut off feelings that should not exist.But the sudden collapse was too unexpected.