Suddenly, the princess caught a glimpse of Penicillium on the wall, and she drew the knife she had with her from her waist, carefully peeled them off, held them in her hand and kneaded them again, then kneaded them into a continuous piece, and finally carefully imprinted them on Creon's outstretched palm, in which a well-defined hand emerged.

"You praised the jailer's cell for choosing well, so that's why?" Creon watched Vanessa busy and couldn't help but genuinely admire her cleverness.

"If you like to think so, think so." Vanessa glanced at the prince, "My intention was to cut off your hand directly to compensate for the humiliation of these few days. ”

"You know it's useless," Creon smiled as he looked up, "I'll grow a newbie." ”

"Yes, like a crab." Vanessa carefully tucked away her palmprints, "I wish both hands looked the same size." ”

"Wait for me to get out," Creon feigned anger, "I'm going to make you madly in love with my hand!" ”

"Ha," Vanessa said as she opened the cell door and stepped out with one foot, turning back to taunt him, "I knew the rest of you wasn't working. ”

I'm the dividing line*******

What happened? Reyna did not show up as promised.

The princess looked at the sun, it was already two hours past the appointed time, and she could not wait any longer on the Wyvern Tower.

Vanessa tiptoed down the outer ladder of the Wyvern Tower, thinking as she went, the plan had been disrupted again, and I couldn't rely on Reina, so I had to go to Creon's Chamber of Secrets by myself.

A moment later, the princess met Brant as she strode towards her. "So you're here," Brandt pointed to the tower behind the princess with his chin, "you seem to have a preference for this tower, are you waiting for someone?" He stretched out his hand and hurriedly steered Vanessa in the direction of the outside of the palace.

"What's going on?" Vanessa didn't answer him, asking as she went.

"I heard you went to the dungeon?" Brant led her through the barracks, weapons warehouses, and igloos of the school city, to the shadow of a mansion in the outer fortress of the Dionysus. Vanessa recognized from the sumptuous glass windows that it was the place where Creon held his court balls, and that it was through one of the windows that Victor jumped into the river of mead. The castle was also a private property given to the prince by the Silver King, and he was expected to stay in it in peace and not get himself into trouble.

"yes, what's the problem?" Vanessa looked at the sneaky Brant and didn't understand why she didn't just go in through the door.

"It is not permissible to do that," the prince said, glancing at Vanessa, "and it will be dangerous for you to be discovered." He shook off a coil of rope and tossed the end hook onto the city's teeth.

"Don't forget, I'm the king's fiancée." Vanessa said this, but her voice couldn't help lowering and took the initiative to take on the duty of lookout.

"To tell you the truth, I'm going to see my indestructible brother too." Brant reached out and wrapped her arms around Vanessa's waist and tested the strength of the rope, "He won't say anything but curse." ”

Brandt's arm exerted force, and he jerked the rope into a straight line, and Vanessa felt herself being sucked into the sky by a sudden pull, and the downward air rushed their hair against their scalp and back, and it was dead, Vanessa thought. Either the head was crushed, or it hit the wall head-on. But in the next second, Brant's legs stomped deftly on the wall, and then with a slight leap, they stood at the top of the wall unscathed.

"I think you must have a clue to share with me." Brant continued the conversation as he had just left.

"Wow." Vanessa blinked, apparently not yet recovering from the leap she had just made. "What?"

"It's fine." Brant looked at her with a smirk, enjoying the feeling of her clutching herself. Although the princess was only sixteen years old, she was already a grown woman, with a well-haired waist, and plump and feminine curves, and the prince could not help but feel a little dizzy when her bulging breasts rubbed against her shirt.

Vanessa calmed down and separated herself from Brant, trying not to embarrass herself, "All I heard was that he had a door where he could go anywhere. ”

"And I found out where the key is." Brant's eyebrows furrowed triumphantly

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