Since teleporting Carter and Morty to Trent, Vanessa and Brant have continued north to Sleeping Dragon City, where the two of them have been bickering, arguing, and sometimes fighting, but there is also a benefit, in Vanessa's words, "saving money on living in a hotel".

In the evening of that day, the two members of the royal family were arguing over whether to take the King's Road or the forest path, and the sound of horses' hooves behind them alerted them, and they wisely put aside their prejudices and turned their horses' heads to hide in the bushes by the roadside.

"It's the Royal Guard." Brant noticed the long rainbow flags with gold on a red background and concluded, "It should be Terrence's people." ”

"After they beat us, they should also go to Sleeping Dragon City," Vanessa reasoned as she watched the cavalry speed past her eyes one-on-one, "this speed doesn't look like a hunting trip—" He turned to Brant, "Is there something going on in the palace?" ”

"What can happen to the palace," snorted Brandt, "but the king is dead, the king is born, and so on." ”

"Very well," Vanessa teased as she soothed her mount, "a fool's unintentional words always speak for themselves. By this time the procession had gone for the most part, and a red horse in a gold-rimmed silk robe galloped before the Princess's eyes, and the rider on horseback sat very high, with shining blonde hair, and in the midst of the bumps it seemed like a flowing flame approaching at a rapid pace, and his precious black satin cloak was rolled like a crow feather in the wind, and the corners were stirred by the wind, and the golden light was shining.

"This is Prince Terrence?" Vanessa watched the man disappear into the distance, and sighed in a strange way, "I didn't even have time to count the folds on his face. ”

Brandt also observed that Terrence was no longer young, and frowned: "Is that he trying to take Miss Morty by force?" "This heinous devil in Morty's mouth now seems to be more interested in power. But there is not much difference between lust and lust for power, just look at Vanessa next to you.

"You can only take half of that little girl's words," Vanessa smiled at the prince, "anyone's words. ”

"Your words have to be discounted." Brandt watched the last pair of guards pass in front of him, shook the reins, and went around the path back to the main road, "One hundred and fifty people, one soldier and two horsemen, no baggage, it seems that they are really in a hurry." If we follow them, we should be able to reach Sleeping Dragon City in no time. ”

"Hmph, let's talk about it, you still want to take the big road." Vanessa stubbornly swung her horse's head towards the intersection of the path, "You have always been a high prince, and your mind is full of chivalry and perfect fantasies, but I tell you," he waved his whip in the direction of the prince's guard of honour, "you don't know what the locals think of him, and you don't know what your good aunt wants to do with him, and if they are ambushed halfway, will you help him or kill him?" There are only two of us, will we be treated as the Prince's spies and assassinated? ”

"I just want to know the truth first." Brandt pursed his lips, obviously knowing that his reason was untenable, and instead began to use the agitation method, "Why, after becoming a man, your hands and feet are bigger, but your courage has become smaller, you don't dare to enter the palace again, you don't dare to face the fight you are most familiar with and good at, Carter's magic only conjures up a sharp mouth and poisonous tongue for you, and doesn't give you a pair of eggs, making you look like a real man!" ”

Vanessa looked at the prince, jumped off the horse, took off the half-palm glove of her right hand and threw it on the grass in front of the prince, "Come on, I'll let you see if I'm a real man." ”

Brandt suddenly regretted his reckless words, and he reluctantly dismounted, but he didn't pick up the glove, he knew what it meant. It's outrageous to fight for your life just because of which way you go. "Vanessa, I, I apologize."

"If an apology is useful, what do you need a sword for?" Vanessa drew her sword from her waist and slashed it at her side.

"No, you're going to hurt yourself." Brant didn't touch his sword, but Vanessa stepped forward and handed him a sword straight to his throat

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