"Do I know this person you're talking about?"

It was Brandt's voice. Then, two more people appeared at the door of the cell, Brandt, and a dignified middle-aged man.

Thankfully, he wasn't beaten too badly, but he still had ropes tied to his hands.

"It's you!" Vanessa screamed and slammed into Brant, "Give me back the treasure map!" She gave Brandt a look, and he ducked back as if he hadn't seen it.

"Look, what am I talking about, this little girl is not simple." With that, Brant took the time to untie the rope in her hand and carried Vanessa out of the cell by the collar.

"What's going on?" The princess was overwhelmed by the sudden turn of events, and asked Brandt angrily, "I just heard that you were beaten half to death by the mercenaries for being a hero, why, now it looks like you have become their new male favorite?" ”

"Give us a minute, please." Brandt turned back to the middle-aged man. Vanessa had long since discovered that man's identity was very special, and from the moment he walked into the cell, Horst didn't dare to look at him squarely, but Vanessa felt that there was always a little unwillingness in that respect.

"I think my character has finally exploded," Brandt whispered, leading Vanessa to an empty field away from the mercenary camp, "and we met my aunt Deanna's mercenary group. ”

Deanna Hagan?!

Vanessa hated herself for being so slow to react. Deanna Hagen is the eldest princess of the country of wine valley, more than ten years ago married to the country of fire, she is more than twenty years younger than King Matthew, once the old king dies, Prince Terrence ascends the throne, Deanna will become yesterday's yellow flower no one cares, so, she is definitely not willing to be left in power, so she tried her best to resist Prince Terrence, and secretly cleared the mercenary group for herself. How much wealth and wisdom is needed to use the cronies of political opponents to do things for oneself!

Vanessa suddenly wanted to meet Brant's aunt, how could she ignore the queen hidden in the deep palace?

"Do they know who you are?" Vanessa squinted at the prince.

"No," Brandt tugged at his sword, "and they saw it fall to the ground during the fight. Vanessa leaned over to see that it was the Hagen family's crest, the Wheat Ear Wine Cup, which Brandt had drawn on the side of the ship when they first met.

"Let me guess," Vanessa nodded, with a playful expression, "The family crests of all the royal families in the Nine Kingdoms are full of metaphors of battle or majesty, such as the hammer and battle axe of the Land of Mountains, the icicle silver spear of the Land of Icemarsh, and the crown of the flying dragon of my family, but your Hagen family is showing off the specialties of the kingdom, so in addition to your own knights who have to wear it, even the rat thief dog who likes to steal other people's family crests the most does not want to use your family crest, because it can't even be used by children." Vanessa raised her index finger and shook it at Brant, telling him not to be angry, "Horst's mercenaries were surprised to see your family coat of arms while beating you, right?" "Because it is I who should be angry," they saw their employer's crest of arms, and thought you were the herald who had come to deliver the master's orders, but you couldn't even pronounce it, didn't you? ”

"Of course not!" Brandt didn't understand why he tried his best to persuade the mercenary leader to save Vanessa, but in exchange for her glaring at him like a pufferfish, "I directly ordered Osser to find you and bring you to me at any cost, but you made up an outrageous story and almost caused a mutiny in the camp!" ”

"I'm sorry for messing up your plans," Vanessa didn't give in, "I'm just doing what I think is right, like last time, last time." She gritted her teeth to cover up her weakness, "I can't always rely on others, I have to face the world by myself, if you think you can protect me forever, or ask some random people to get me to your side to protect me, then I say, I'm sorry, I don't need your rescue, keep your kindness to yourself, maybe next time you won't be so lucky, you can bump into your aunt's mercenary group." ”

"What are you angry about?" Brant frowned, "What did I do wrong, you want to attack me like this?" ”

"You didn't do anything wrong," yes, he has been giving, loving me unconditionally, and I have been hurting him, I have ruined his family, but he still does not leave me. Vanessa closed her eyes and almost collapsed, she told herself more than once, I don't love him, but after Andy said that Brant was in danger, she went out of her way to save him, no, I still don't love him, I can't love him, he's a good person. But why do I feel the urge to beat him up when I see him standing in front of me intact? "It's my fault, I thought you were caught by the mercenaries, and my mind was full of the miserable situation of how you were tortured, so I rushed out to save you, of course, in my own way." Vanessa smiled miserably, "You know, my ways are always cruel and cold. But halfway through my story, before the drug had any effect, you appeared to me intact, saying that you didn't need me to work in vain, that you had already dealt with them yourself. ”

"Isn't that bad?"

"Of course not!" Vanessa really pounced and slapped Brandt, "My plan hasn't been carried out to the most cruel and cold-blooded plot, you can't just show up!" You know the cruelest thing for a master liar is to be debunked in the middle of the story! ”

"Are you crazy?" Brant shook Vanessa, unsure if she was conscious. The princess at this time was indeed suspicious, with her unkempt hair, black mud face, and one eye still covered with a bandage, and the prince wondered if Horst had given Vanessa some hallucinogenic drugs.

"Of course I'm crazy!" Vanessa felt a layer of fog in her eyes, and Brant on the other side gradually faded away and blurred in this layer of mist, "I want to see you suffer, and then use my own strength to save you, so that I can alleviate the guilt of you in my heart and atone for some sins for my soul, only then will I have the courage to leave you and live a life of peace of mind!" ”

Brant held Vanessa in his arms, his chin resting on her forehead, "There are no days of peace of mind, none of us have days like that. Vanessa, however, felt that Brant's embrace was very solid, very much like the peace of mind she wanted, as if the whole world could forgive all her crimes if she had his forgiveness

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