Wilfred bit his teeth, using one hand to support his spear, determined to carry the young master back even if it meant crawling.
Charles Harrington was of no help at all; whether he could make it up there himself was still unknown.
"Mr. Harrington, let's go." Wilfred struggled to carry Wayne Bailey to the door, and he felt like crying.
How wonderful it would be if the young master could shrink down to the size of Leo…
Walking the level road was difficult enough, let alone the long and steep staircase.
Charles pressed against the wall, struggling to climb a dozen or so steps, with his head spinning and his feet feeling unsteady.
Boom!
The sound of an explosion suddenly came from above, as if the whole world were shaking.
Charles swayed, about to fall. Was the sound of cannon fire still ringing? Could they hear it because they were getting close to the ground?
