I see. Vanessa nodded, burying other people's lives with her own hands to achieve her own goals, this kind of victory was not comfortable at all. However, it is believed that Creon did not make the poor man feel good in order to get the spell, either physically or mentally, and there was always a reason for him to live worse than death, so he would turn his back on his life, which is probably the reason why he took the initiative to tell Sù Brandt - maybe the power struggle between the two princes could avenge him.

"Now we are talking not only about the fate of that servant, but also about the future of the Land of the Wine Valley." Vanessa had to play the role of a selfish person, trying to pull Brant out of the swamp of guilt, "Think about it, what would happen if we went late? The king is killed or Creon is acquitted, and these will lead us to failure-" The princess looked into Brandt's dark eyes, "I don't want to marry any of them." ”

"You just want the army." A clear smile welled up in Brant's eyes, "I guessed that Creon was framed by you and Reina, but I don't understand why you are in such a hurry to save my father," he approached Vanessa, and the physical coercion made the princess retreat, "Tell me your plan, and I'll give you the key." ”

"Ha," Vanessa instantly understood that she had been tricked, "it turns out that you were all acting just now, and you didn't feel sorry for that poor servant at all." ”

"I feel sorry for all those who died because of you!" Brandt glared at Vanessa, and his tone made the princess shudder, and he still blamed her for her mother's tragic death.

"Well," Vanessa couldn't make eye contact with Brandt, her eyes lowered, and she reached out to tuck the curls around her ear, "My plan is to expose the fact that Creon had murdered the queen, and have the Silver King dethrone him as prince and imprison him for life." So, the premise is that your father must be alive for Creon to be deposed and you to be rightfully crowned. To add credibility, the princess added in a low voice, "I don't want to see the land of Wine Valley fall into a dispute for the throne, and such a cruel battle will only be staged in Neverwinter." ”

She raised her eyes and looked at Brant with a clear look: "I know what it's like to be a second son, I myself am a second daughter who has no sense of zài than air, even if she does things well, she can't be praised, and no matter how outstanding she is, she won't be valued." But that's not the point, if Creon had half the integrity of you, I wouldn't have thought of shaking his position, and making him king would be better than letting the meteorite smash the country of Wine Valley back into the crust. But you're different, Brandt," Brandt's gaze grew darker and less aggressive, and Vanessa grabbed his arms and shook them vigorously, "You're not crazy. You will be a good king, keeping the country in order and allowing people to live happily on the red earth, no longer exhausted by the prince's lusts, the depletion of mineral deposits, and endless border wars. ”

And," and he was on the verge of giving in, "I will fulfill my original covenant of marriage—to be your wife." ”

Throne, power and women, the temptation of gold is slowly eroding him and winning him over, Vanessa hopes that Brant is just a mortal, obeying the guidance of temptation, abandoning conscience and justice, and joining herself; But deep down, she heard herself screaming, cursing at the top of her voice for yet another crime.

Brant was silent for a long time, he kept looking at Vanessa, and finally, he spoke, "If this is what you want, I will do what you want."

Vanessa closed her eyes and breathed a sigh of relief.

Then the prince turned to the Gate of Doron and gently chanted a series of incantations to the ancient patterns and reliefs: "Damilanaklas!"

The ancient brown door panel shuddered in pain, dust and sawdust fell from the top of the door, a spell that had passed through thousands of years broke the stiff slumber of the Doron's Gate, and with Brant's soft murmur, a strange hum rang out, and the sound ethereal, reverberated from all around the chamber, and endured.

A cloud of pale pink light surrounded the door of Doron, proving its powerful magic, and then the strange patterns on the door panel writhed, phosphorescent and shining, like a rain of crystalline flowers, radiating an intoxicating light. The murmurs around him increased suddenly, and the pink phosphorescence became brighter and brighter, gradually gathering into a dazzling halo.

With a creak, the door of Doron suddenly opened

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