He felt a blow to his face that almost knocked him to the ground. Seeing the fight that was starting to take place in the middle of the destroyed market, all the people fled, as did Samuel's donkey, which was still agitated, and ran away without looking back at his master even for an instant.
But unable to concentrate on those things, which in his situation seemed nothing more than a trifle, Samuel Morgan had to back away in pain, touching his chin with trembling fingers.
"Brother, what has happened?" a man dressed the same way as the swordsman who had struck Samuel asked, emerging from the crowd agitated.
Still shaking off the mud and dirt from his clothes, the first swordsman looked with murderous fury at Samuel Morgan, who was still sore from the blow. Soon a group of 5 swordsmen gat
