"This arrow is poisonous!" The magician examined the king's injuries and announced.

The attendants were busy offering the antidote, but Vanessa stopped them, and she looked at the king in pain: "I'm sorry, Your Majesty, I never expected this to happen. It's all my willfulness, and if I hadn't insisted on finding the Soul Killer, you wouldn't have come here with me, and you wouldn't have given Prince Creon a chance. Vanessa's performance was just right, making it feel that her remorse was so sincere, "But don't be afraid, my dear, my magic is not powerful, but it is just as magical and effective, as long as it is someone I love, it can be cured by my antidote magic." With that, the princess leaned over and kissed Cleo on the lips.

Vanessa repeatedly told Reina not to smear too much poison on the arrows, otherwise the jade would be burned and her life would not be saved.

After a kiss, Clio's face really improved, he was angry at the assassination and vowed to kill everyone in front of him, but when he heard that he was Vanessa's beloved, his mood immediately improved, "You are so sweet." The Silver King smiled and stroked the princess's face, struggled to sit up from the stretcher, and yelled at the magician beside him, "This little wound is nothing to a warrior, don't make a fuss!" ”

Having said that, everyone still helped the king up to the wheel palace, and everyone did not dare to come out, the wheels were crushed on the blue stone ground, and the whole alley only heard the sound of squeaky wheels.

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

Vanessa couldn't understand why the jailer had chosen such a cell for Prince Creon.

Looking around, the walls are covered with penicillium, the mattresses are sunken, and the straw mats are old and cracked, and they smell pungent, and they will definitely get drunk on a cow. The cell had not been used in years, and it was damp to the bone.

The prince of the Land of Wine Valley, bound to a cross in iron chains, was apparently dazed by the strong smell of the place, and it was not until the cell door was opened that he looked up at the informant.

"Did you come to see my jokes?" A small smile tugged at the corner of Creon's mouth, "You know I'm not afraid of any torture instrument, and—I, yes, no, innocent!" ”

"Someone tortured you?" Vanessa turned to look interrogantly at the chubby jailer.

"He claims to be the Prince of Creon," the guy nodded nonchalantly and pouted, "Don't test it yourself, God knows if he's framing our prince." ”

"Well done," Vanessa praised, "the cell was well chosen." "It doesn't hurt you, at least it disgusts you. The princess turned to Creon and said, "If you really are Prince Creon, I think you're in big trouble." ”

"Hmph, the young cat is crying rats," Creon's eyes breathed fire, "I'm afraid this qiē is all your doing." You, and the Brant bastard. What kind of magic did you use to trick me into that house and then force me to pick up a bow and shoot at my own father! ”

Only half right, Vanessa thought.

The truth is that Reina finds Castina and asks for a ruby necklace, a token of love given to her by the prince, and tricks him into having a tryst in the alley. As soon as Creon entered the house, Reina used invisibility magic to control his actions and fired that bluffing arrow at the Silver King.

An arrow, even a single action, is enough to roll you off the pinnacle of power.

Vanessa turned around and motioned for the jailer to leave, and when she heard the door of the dungeon slamming shut, she gritted her teeth and said, "Obviously you hurt me!" You gave me the sad doll and killed Brant's mother innocently, and now he hates me to death, and he will sacrifice me to the grave first when he ascends the throne in the future! ”

Hearing "ascend to the throne", Creon jerked his head up and shouted, "How is my father?" I want to see him! ”

Vanessa snorted in her heart, and now she remembered her father who was shot by herself, such a son was really full of filial piety, "He was carried back to the palace, but he was afraid that his life would not be long." ”

"No!" The prince let out a low roar of pain, and when he looked up again, his eyes were scarlet, "Brant, I should have broken you to pieces!" ”

"Nervous yourself first!" Vanessa rubbed her hands in anger, "Fortunately, I'm still the king's fiancée, and I can move around as I please, but I'm unfamiliar with the Dionysian temple and can't catch any clues, if you have a magic artifact that can turn defeat into victory, it's still too late to take it out, we can escape to Haken Island or the city-state of ale, Brandt is busy with the king's funeral, and he shouldn't take care of us." ”

It seems that the word "we" plays a decisive role, Vanessa feels Creon's hot eyes overflowing, he is getting to know me again, and he has to push him, "What, you still want to try me with Tushi powder?" She pointed to the wound on her shoulder, "This wound is already sealed, I can speak to answer you, and I don't have to waste so much time." ”

"I did that," a slight smile tugged at the corners of his lips, and Creon looked at the princess wickedly, "I don't like to hear meaningless explanations, you just nod or shake your head." ”

"It's you!" Vanessa's mouth was wide open, but she nodded casually, "Thank you for your honesty." You want me to know I'm dealing with the devil - so do you want to ally with me or do you want to stay here and rot? ”

"Let me out."

"It can't be," Vanessa flatly refused, "even if we both combined, we wouldn't be able to beat the cow outside." ”

Admittedly, Creon was not born a strength fighter, he was the kind of playboy who put on an empty shelf, and in the arena, fencing or riding was so-so, and he never won spear dash and wrestling.

Creon rolled his eyes in resignation, "You've been to my collection room, where there's a basement deeper with a door inside. ”

"Where does that door lead?" Vanessa was immediately alarmed, remembering that Creon had mentioned "doors" and "keys".

"Where?" Creon looked at Vanessa teasingly, "You'll know if you bring it." ”

"You mean a moving door?" Vanessa was really surprised this time.

"Yes," Creon said triumphantly, looking at the princess, "a door that can go anywhere." The key is in my hand, so don't you want to run away alone. ”

"But how do I get a door into the dungeon!"

"That's your business."

Vanessa was helpless, "You have to tell me how to get into the basement." ”

"Remember that mirror shield," the prince tilted his head to look at his hand, "and you can print my palm print, and stick it on it to get through the wall like I did." ”

Fingerprint magic. Vanessa had seen it in the past world, but the people there saw it as a sacred science, and those who mastered it were called scientists or engineers.

Vanessa looked around, and the small cell was full of bricks and stones, except for straw. What should I use for my palm print?

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