"Hey!" Brant snatched the potion bottle from Vanessa's hand, took it in his hand, and smirked, "Finally, no one grabbed it from me." ”

"You killed him." Vanessa was stunned by the sudden turn of events, and she looked at Sansilo who had fallen helplessly, muttering to herself.

"Don't worry, in a minute he'll be running around like a newborn fawn." Brant shook the potion, "How do you use this thing?" ”

"He's dead, and he can't go back." Vanessa looked at the blonde warrior who was constantly spitting blood in his mouth, and suddenly rushed to Brant like crazy, examining his neck, chest, abdomen, and thighs, "Have you been stabbed?" Have you ever drunk that poisoned wine? Answer me quickly, have you ever died? She lifted Brandt's breastplate and reached for the skin of his chest and abdomen, and thankfully, his torso was intact.

"What are you doing?" Brant was so confused by the princess's behavior that he chased her away like a madman, and finally got so annoyed that he grabbed Vanessa's hand, "I'll tell me how to use this potion." ”

"Unscrew the stopper and let her drink." But you have to make sure that the first person she sees after drinking is you. Vanessa would never tell him about this condition, so let someone else act as Teltu's lover and give birth to countless baby turtles.

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

"General Coman, someone from Princess Vanessa's side just died." Dressed in silver plate armor and with a black iron sword hanging from his waist, Ser Rowanne reported to his general, "The Soul Control Charm and the Crystal Mirror are ready. ”

General Coman looked up from the mountain of papers, his quill hand glittering with a gold and black tiger's eye ring. "Xiaofei, I'll leave it to you here." He said to the handsome young man beside him, who was lazily sipping the royal wine.

"Vanessa, the sister you often talk about?" Phoenix got up a rare straight, walked over to the candlelit table, and reached out to pick up a copy of the report that Coman was studying, "It's another rebellion, according to me, you should let me drain all the blood of these people, and making blood wine is more valuable than rebellion." ”

"It's not that simple," said Koman, who had taken off his light leather armor and put on a clean cotton shirt with the Delin family's Wyvern Rose Crown emblem on it, "Your magic can't destroy all enemies at once, and, my dear Phoenix, no war is won by magic, and it is the sword crown that people succumb to in the end." ”

"Of course I do." Phoenix slammed the yellow note back on the table in dissatisfaction, "But you don't need to show weakness to those people at all, Sir Allison wrote a letter asking for the return of his eldest son, and you sent him back without even replying to the letter, you know that it is easy to destroy his Nautilus Harbor with the forces of Neverwinter, but you retreat again and again, you will make people think that there is a chance to take advantage of it, if the rebellious lords are asking you for sweetness, what will you do?" You will pay the price for your weakness! ”

"And they will pay for greed." "Rebellion costs money, and in their eyes, time is money," Coman said. I have been delaying again and again, nothing more than planning to drag down the small lords first, and then eliminate the more powerful ones one by one. He flipped the collar of his shirt outwards to reveal a polished jaw, and now Coman looked like an enlarged version of Phoenix, "You know, even the best juggler can't throw a hundred balls in his hand at once." ”

"Looks like I'm going to have to spice up your tricks again," Phoenix took one last sip of his wine, "so that people call me 'Winterfell' behind their backs." ”

"What do you want to do?" Koman buttoned the cuffs of his shirt.

"I've already acted," Phoenix smirked, "I sent for Sir Allison's youngest son to be secretly tied up from his bed, and dropped his bag with his eldest son on the way, and the escort party carried your letter with him, telling him that we could take what he regarded as precious at any time, and that if Nautilus rebelled again, we would really send his eldest son back, of course, in several batches. ”

Coman nodded, "Good." Do everything else you want, just don't go too far. He buttoned the last button, "Now, I'm going to meet my naughty little sister, and I'll leave it to you." ”

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