The blood was still flowing down the wounds, no one cared about them, and of course Brant didn't feel any pain under the influence of magic.

For a moment, Vanessa's face flashed before her eyes, but it was immediately replaced by Reina's stone face, and they were kissing, oh, it was unbearable; Then came the loving look of his mother smiling at him for the last time, but when he tried to reach out and touch it, his mother was taken away by a puff of smoke; The smoke and dust swept in the wind, transforming into two warriors armed with long swords, they were fighting to the death, and one of them had his helmet slammed away by the other party, revealing a waterfall of silver hair, it was himself! So who is the enemy? He hurried to look, the other party's face was hiding under the helmet and smiling at him, the logo of the rainbow on the shield was shining, Brandt wanted to look more closely, the warrior suddenly looked up to the sky and laughed, as he got closer, his mouth grew bigger and bigger, and the terrifying mouth was overwhelming, swallowing down Brandt.

"No!" Brandt raised his hand to block it, and woke up.

The masked woman still walked beside the prince on horseback with a blank face.

"I need a bed," Brandt staggered on his horse, threatening to fall headlong at any moment, "a roll of bandages, and a glass of wine." ”

"And a skirt?" The masked woman scoffed, "Stop dreaming, hurry up." ”

"You've used magic on me, that's why I'm always so weak." Brandt's eyes were blurred, "Actually, you don't need to go to such a big deal at all, we were originally going to Sleeping Dragon City." ”

"Then shut up and hurry up."

The prince shrugged, "I can't blame me, for the one you stabbed my horse was very unpleasant, and you jumped and bit as soon as you got closer, and the few times you stabbed me earlier made me so weak that I couldn't urge him to go away." ”

"We've been far behind by Terrence's brigade, and if you keep grinding any longer, I'll have to bring your head to him."

"Looks like I've met a bounty hunter." Brant squinted at the masked woman, "Is it an honor to know who is the one who hunted me?" ”

"I can't."

"And what about Terrence? How much did he offer for my head? ”

"He didn't." The masked woman paused, "He didn't even know you were following him. ”

"yes, I didn't know you were following me." Brant nodded resignedly, "So, you're his political partner?" Seeing that the masked woman didn't react, she guessed again: "The subordinate who did something wrong and wanted to take credit from me?" At last the prince finally exclaimed, exaggeratedly, "You can't be his admirer, will you?" Then he laughed, leaning back and forth.

"Is there anything to be surprised about?" The masked woman's voice was cold and emotionless, "You guessed it all, no less. ”

It's all nonsense. Brant thought to herself, I couldn't tell her the truth. Damn, what will Vanessa do at this point? Vanessa, where are you? You must live well, waiting for me to find you!

The prince remained silent for the rest of the journey, and he groggily followed the masked woman's horse, falling into a trance again.

In the evening, they came to the front of an inn, and the masked woman turned over and dismounted. There was a bored little boy sitting at the door, peeling turnips, grinding pepper, and then throwing the peeled turnips into large buckets full of water, and when he saw the masked woman, he stood up, and instead of ringing the gong next to his elbow, he pointed to the room behind the inn with an expressionless face, and the masked woman nodded and threw him a copper cent.

Maybe we can find some clues in this boy. Brandt thought, apparently he knew the woman well, but at the moment he couldn't think too much, his mind seemed to be stuffed with cotton, his nose, ears, and mouth were also full of cotton, and he knew that his clothes were already soaked with cold sweat and blood, and the smell was enough to smoke three elephants.

When he entered the inn, the prince found that the place tasted no better than his own—the room smelled like a winery, and the room was full of the sour smell of sake lees, and the rotten wooden doors were full of sword and axe cuts, and in some places even rotted outright, to facilitate the theft of rats and wild dogs; Brant plunged headlong into the low, cramped bed, ignoring the desperate cracking sound of the makeshift bed slats beneath him, he was so weak that he lost consciousness almost instantly.

In his sleep, the prince seemed to hear the masked woman speak, softly, but quickly, and then, rudely shoved along, a long sword was thrust into his bosom: "Get up, we are in trouble!" ”

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