However, Irvin had only said a few words. Obviously, they had not gained the upper hand, and Hendrix must have tried to resist. Still, it was not clear who would emerge victorious in the end.
Just when I was lost in my thoughts, I suddenly heard the sound of the old window cracking open, which scared me and woke me up immediately. I glanced towards the window.
Although this castle was well maintained, it was still old. When the wind blew at night, the window board would often drop, and you'd have to close it manually. I had only been here three or four days, but this was already the third time.
I sighed, got up, and walked over, intending to close it.
I had barely taken two steps when I heard a scuffling noise. There seemed to be some movement outside the window.
Was it the wind, or was someone trying to break in?
I felt that it was strange, so I cautiously approached the window. When I was about half a step away from it, I stopped where I was, stood on my tiptoes, and stretched out my neck to look outside.
All of a sudden, a hand appeared, grabbed onto the windowsill, and then pulled the rest of the body up. Then, the rest of the torso and legs slowly emerged...
The man climbed on the wall with his back facing me. Because the candlelight was dim, I could only tell that it was a man from his figure, but intuition told me that there was no malice from the man who was taking risks to see me at this critical moment. Therefore, I just watched all of this coolly. I'd even prepared to cover for him if he was discovered.
Soon, the man jumped into my room completely. When he turned around, and I could see his face clearly, my eyes lit up. Without hesitation, I rushed over and hugged him tightly.
"Hendrix, thank God you're alright."
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