Vanessa stepped forward to stop Othur's way, "That boy's magic is a doppelganger, you just need to bring his doppelganger to Terrence to complete the mission; And his real body is a great bargaining chip for you to ask for in front of the queen, and the person Terrence wanted to kill was saved by the queen, which will cause a sensation in the country of fire, and afterwards, Terrence will at most cure you of the crime of finding out the truth, and Queen Deanna will honor you even more and reward you. ”

"You seem to know a lot about the Burning Nation," Other paused, looking down at Vanessa, "who the hell are you?" ”

"The prince's handmaiden." Vanessa downplayed her identity, "Well, this plan is much better than the one you used to be." ”

"Eating double portions is a big taboo for mercenary groups, and I'd rather believe you have a treasure map than do that." Other walked around the princess towards his tent.

This man was much more difficult to deal with than Horst. Vanessa glared at Other's distant back, her lips almost biting blood.

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The boy Andy was carried back, covered with dirty linen sheets, one of his legs pierced by a feather arrow, the iron arrow stuck in the flesh and not pulled out, and the gray goose feathers at the end of the arrow shook slightly with the boy's heavy breathing.

Vanessa glared at the mercenary captain in annoyance, and found water and a cotton cloth to wipe the boy's wounds. His injuries were not optimistic, the arrow was buried too deep, and pulling it out would only cause heavy bleeding. The princess did not dare to act rashly, and she begged the mercenaries to find a doctor for the boy, but in exchange for lukewarm taunts and indifferent looks.

"What should I do?" Vanessa looked at Brant helplessly. Using Brant as a bargaining chip to ask the queen for credit, Other put the two under house arrest in a mercenary camp, where it was impossible to sneak out to find a doctor for Andy under the watchful eye of the mercenaries.

"I'm sorry, I don't have magic, I can't help." Brandt lowered his head, deeply apologetic.

"No magic?" Vanessa repeated mechanically, "Your father and brother Creon both have transfer magic, and you must have too!" She pushed Brandt to Andy's bed, "Say 'Transfer the arrow to Horst's leg!'" ”

Brandt looked at Vanessa with pity, "If this worked, I would have undone Creon's hurt to my mother." ”

"How do you know if you don't try?"

Well, Brandt did so, "transfer the arrow wound to Horst's leg." ”

Nothing happened.

Of course it won't be that simple, the princess thought to herself, no puzzle in front of me would simply leave it there for me to discover, and I would have to go through a painful torment to get the answer I wanted.

Vanessa recalls Cleo and Creon's jealousy of Brant, and that jealousy is not just for his prowess, but for a more powerful magic they don't have! Some magic will deliberately hide itself, because once it is made public, the owner will be hurt from the physical level, such as his own magic - death crossing, if Solanda knew about my magic earlier, she would never push me off the tower, I will be in the dungeon with rats, cockroaches and other small animals, and live a life that is worse than death.

Perhaps Brandt's magic was the same, unwilling to be discovered, or—a bold assumption came to the princess: that Brandt's father and brother knew about his magic, and deliberately concealed it from him, and only he knew it!

"Could you please recall that since you were a child, was there anything your father forbade you to do?"

Brant was worried about the boy's injury, unprepared for Vanessa to ask such a strange question, he thought for a moment and shook his head, "No, he just keeps encouraging me to earn respect and praise in the school field, because I am the second son, the throne has little to do with me, and practical skills will be more practical in the future." ”

Disappointing again, Vanessa tangle her hair, contemplating other possibilities.

"Hey," the boy on the bed whispered faintly to Vanessa, "my squire," he struggled to say, "my squire, his name is Matt." ”

"I know, I know you're the bravest." Vanessa tried not to show a sad look, she comforted the boy, "Matt will not die in vain, you get well quickly, we will avenge him." ”

"No, I'm going to see him," the boy's big empty eyes filled with tears, "I ran away, when they killed him." I'm scared. ”

"You are very brave, I take back what I said yesterday, your friends will be proud of you."

"Please erect a monument for Maite that reads 'Grave of My Best Friend.'"

"Well," Vanessa nodded heavily, turning back to Brandt, "please note his words." ”

"I made a note of it." Brant solemnly promised.

"Write, write down." The boy maintained the dignity of the nobility and insisted.

Brandt looked at the boy and the princess at a loss, "There's no pen and paper here. ”

"Go, ask for it," Vanessa yelled at him, tears streaming down her face, "if they don't give it, write it in their blood!" ”

"But, but, ......," Brandt still grimaced.

Vanessa looked at the prince's embarrassed appearance, and a thought suddenly flashed in her mind - he refused to move, could it be something unspeakable?

Vanessa stood up and called Brant outside the house, "But what?" ”

"It doesn't matter if I get some blood, but I can't write." Brandt hung his head in annoyance, "Those hateful characters, those intricate sequences, when I see them, my head is big, I can only read them." Let me write? You kill me. ”

What the?!! The prince of the dignified wine valley can't write?

It was as if the mind had been struck by a bolt of lightning, and in an instant it had opened through all the mysteries.

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