Although it was late, Victor arrived just as Vanessa was about to drown.

They dodge the knife-like rocks at the bottom of a thousand blades, weave through schools of fish, and in the bottomless waters, strange seaweeds grow like giants, and if you get closer, they will wrap around your legs like a witch's long hair, desperately trying to leave you behind.

Poking her head out of the sea again, Vanessa felt like she was being reborn.

In these dozens of seconds in the water, the princess figured out several things, and the truth of these things made her break out in a cold sweat even if she was immersed in the water.

First of all, could it be Brant who shot the Dragon's Winged Angel last night? Ever since he left the Burning Realm, he had been inseparable from him when he met again, and after experiencing Elia's exchange, he had become even more violent, and even spoke ill of him. I didn't have time to think about the inference of poisoning before, could it be that he was poisoned by some unknown poison, and he would change from love to hate for his lover until he died endlessly?

If his reasoning is correct, then when and where was he poisoned? And who would poison him? The spearhead of the answer is directed at that person, the one who is invisible, forever hidden behind the smiling expression.

Also, Duke Muton is an honest man, he only knows that someone wants to kidnap me, and in the entire continent of Olops, there is only one person who wants my life, and that is my sister, but with Solanda's character, she will never fake it until she is forced to do so, she will grab me with her own hands, and then look into my eyes and torture me.

Then, there is only one person behind this qiē - Terrence.

Only Terrence knows what happened between me and Brant, and only he has the ability to kidnap the people of the Land of the Hills, and he has done so much more than to usurp my throne, or rather, he has allied with Solandar and forced me back to the Land of Flame and imprisoned, so that he can rightfully inherit the throne of the Land of Midsummer with Solanda. Even if I survived, he wouldn't have anything to lose, because I was still his nominal fiancée.

But there is one thing that Terrence never imagined, and that is that the Duke of Mouton, whom he sent to capture me, proposed to me, and I agreed to him by mistake, and I am afraid that he will have to spare my life.

The sea water parted from her hair and flowed back down the tips of her hair, and the princess breathed in the free air, and she didn't have time to enjoy the sunset, so she turned to Victor and asked, "How is it in Crescent City?" ”

"Reina is in control," Victor shook his long brown hair, "the dolls have been removed from all over the city, the Midsummer Knights are calming the people, and Prince Matt is there, but," he looked a little worried, "Brant is nowhere to be found, and some say he escaped on a happpy." ”

"He didn't run away, but was kidnapped with me." Vanessa said. He's gone after me. "Now, let's not go back to Crescent City, take me to a place, I want to meet an old friend."

Vanessa thought it was a miracle that the Magician's chamber was full of objects, and that he could still find something out of it. Books were piled high on tables and chairs, rows of bottles and cans were displayed on shelves, furniture was covered with burnt candles and dried wax droplets, a mil bronze mirror tube sat on a tripod by the balcony door, astrological charts hung on the walls, maps were scattered on straw mats, paper, quill pens and inkwells were everywhere, and many things were stained with the droppings of ravens between the beams of the houses.

Trent looked older and shorter than he had last been in distress in Eucalyptus, and there was no doubt that he was a mountain dwarf.

"Poison? Hmph, you're starting to want to hurt people? The old man's bad temper was even greater, and he was annoyed that his academic studies had been interrupted, and with a snap of his fingers, the door of a room belonging to poison was opened.

The number of medicines for the bachelor is staggering: dozens of wax-sealed jars, more than 100 plugged vials, the same number of white glass bottles, countless jars of dried herbs, each with precise labels on it. It seems that even if a person is sloppy, he will be stern in the face of something that can take people's lives. Indeed, once you understand the basis of classification, you will see that each drug is placed just right. Something really funny: sweet sleeping flowers and nightshades, poppy milk, red robe light, gray mushroom powder, aconite grass and ghost dance grass, lizard poison, blind poison, widow's blood...... It's really everything.

"I don't want poison," Vanessa said after a round trip, not forgetting to take a few things with her, "I want an antidote to a poison that will make the enemy happy." ”

"Wait, you mean, Brant was caught in Medea's Tears?" The magician finally lifted his eyes from the thick pile of paper.

"Medea's tears? Sounds apt. Vanessa nodded, "Is there any explanation for that?" ”

"Ancient legends, revenge, the curse of a vicious woman, ha, who has this kid offended?" Trent jumped off the table and rummaged through his pharmacy. "That thing isn't a magical creation, no wonder your brother can't block it."

"Please don't call that person 'my brother.'" Vanessa looked away in annoyance, she still had trouble accepting the fact.

The old magician raised his hands in the air, "Okay, well, I mean, this poison is colorless and tasteless, and the poisoner will not react at first, but with the obsession and the single-mindedness of other things, he will completely forget about his lover, and when the obsession reaches the violent level, he will transfer all his anger to his lover and eventually kill him." You're a clever girl, and you were right to leave him. ”

"Why did I leave him," Vanessa almost turned her back on her, "I'm going to save him!" ”

"Save? Not saved," the old man's head shook like an iron rooster in a storm, "unless one of you dies." ”

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