Lei Katuosi did not know how long he had been running. His legs grew heavier and heavier, until he unconsciously changed from running to a brisk walk, and finally to a slow walk.
Fear, running, hunger, and cold had put him through hell. He slowly dragged his feet forward, feeling his body begin to heat up.
This phenomenon... was not a good sign. He could feel his strength draining away at an alarming rate.
Whether he had tripped over something or simply exhausted all his strength, his knees buckled, and he fell into the snow.
When he woke, he was lying in a warm sleeping bag, with a sheet of deer skin draped over him.
At that moment, a middle-aged man who looked to be... around forty came over, carrying a steaming cup.
"You're awake?" the middle-aged man said as he sat down beside him. "I found you in the snow. Your arm was injured, so I treated it for you."
"Who hurt you?"
Lei Katuosi instinctively tried to speak. His mouth opened, but in the end, all that came out was, "A-ba, a-ba."
His accent differed considerably from that of the Federation's people. Perhaps people from the central and southern regions of the Federation would not be able to tell where he was from based on his accent.
But in the north, especially near the border, people here could definitely recognize his accent.
He did not know how long he had slept, nor did he know whether the attack on the Patrol Team and Patrol Station had caused a major uproar. The most important thing now was to ensure his own safety.
The middle-aged man wore a pitying expression. "Poor thing. Did you run into those Maliro People?"
Lei Katuosi froze for a moment, then nodded repeatedly. The man