The Land of Flame is almost the same latitude as the southern half of the Land of Midsummer, both at the equatorial line, and is the hottest place on the continent of Olops. Therefore, no matter the big cities or small towns, people only flock to the streets after the sun has sunset into the sea to enjoy the rare refreshment of the day.

Vanessa didn't go far after landing in Ivory Bay to find herself in a sizable town, and as usual, the King's Road runs directly through the center of the town, and as a transportation hub, it is a bustling and bustling place, where merchant convoys often stop for repairs on their way to Rocky City or the Barblan mines, or to nearby towns. All the facilities in the town were built around the merchants and their convoys, coachmen, and porters. The road to the north was mainly to facilitate the mineral trade in the western part of the country, and the maritime merchants to the south could load and unload their goods at the designated wharf.

The town was littered with open sandy land strewn with the marks of wheels, some deserted, some with only a few suffocating guards. Each street was wide enough for horse-drawn carriages to pass through the guò, and there were stables and tethered posts along the streets, and the ground was covered with wheel marks. There was no grass, and the children played in the streets while dodging the curses of the wagons and coachmen. The earthy brown houses are next to each other, separated only by narrow alleys and walls. No one has gone to the trouble of painting these wooden walls, they are bare and subject to wind and rain, and even a few have been lime-brushed, they have faded and faded into shape, and have probably not been renovated in years. The windows in the house were hung with heavy shutters, which were not opened for many years, so that the hinges had rusted. It was noisy too, with the sound of banging in the wrought iron yard, the shouting of the coachmen, the hoarse laughter coming from the inn, and everywhere there was noise.

But this qiē made Vanessa feel safe and relaxed.

The princess had not seen Brant since the night of Tertu's death, but she knew that he was by her side, and whenever she was drunk in a tavern or someone came to tease her, Brant always appeared in time, dressed in black, like a small shadow of death, and either broke the bridge of someone's nose or the bridge of a group of people's nose. Every time he lost consciousness, the last thing he saw was his compassionate face.

He hates me, and he can't bear me.

Where will the prince be tonight? "Skillful Harry Tavern" or "Milk Wave Hotel"? No, Vanessa squinted at the sign outside the window, painted with a cloud of flames and flying grains of sand. "Yo, Fire Sands Tavern." (Hail to Lord Phoenix!) The princess picked up the iron horned cup, threw her head up and swallowed the wine, only to feel countless rela's crooked fingers snaking in her chest, and put down the glass, her head dizzy.

Let me count, murder, abetment, deception, vengeance, and perfidy, and I have just added this new entry to my long list of crimes. Grandma Glaeb's prophecy was correct, I would succeed, and I had learned all the dirty tricks of fighting for the king's power, and I was able to do it with ease.

Fool Brandt, it's me, not you, who should be hiding.

"Alone, my beauty?" The drunken ugly sailor approached the princess, his glass overflowing with the inferior ale.

"Not necessarily," Vanessa smiled charmingly at him, "if you continue to flirt, maybe I'll have one more person next to me who will beat you like a toothless old lady." ”

The sailor stared at Vanessa, awakened by her beauty, and was about to speak, when the door behind him was slammed open, and a sea breeze mixed with the smell of horse manure carried a man into the Fire Sands Tavern.

A boy stumbled in front of the bar, his throbbing blonde hair the color of the center of the flame. The boy looked to be only eleven or twelve years old, with freckles on his face, and he wore the most precious satin shirt, which was known for its gentle perspiration and perspiration, and even in the country of its origin, in the middle of summer, a fine silk horse cost two thousand silver coins, which was equivalent to the price of a cow, while the satin shirt in front of him was riddled with holes, and in some places the strips of cloth were even turned outward by tearing, and hung ugly on his master's body, revealing his snow-white skin.

The boy fell to the ground like a frightened bird, shivering uncontrollably, and he struggled to squeeze himself into the small space behind the bar, as if he was hiding from something terrible.

Sure enough, a group of vicious men then broke into the tavern and almost knocked over the wine plate in the waitress's hand. "What about the kid?" The first middle-aged man in shoulder pads and cooked leather armor reached out and grabbed the waitress's hair. He had two large bags under his eyes, a wide, obedient mouth, and rusty hair mixed with a hint of gray.

"W-What kid?" The girl pretended to be scared and tried to break free from the man's control, she must have seen too much of this scene, and not a drop of red wine from the tray in her hand spilled out.

"Lord Horst, which kid didn't want to get into your bed and sneaked out?" The tavernkeeper, a skinny old man with a goatee, erupted in laughter.

"Shut up, you old bastard!" Horst punched the goatee in the face, causing his nose to bleed, "I saw him running in, that's the man Prince Terrence wanted, you better hand him over obediently, or I'll pick you old sheepskin!" ”

Goatee is a man who knows the times, and although his face is unwilling, he still points to his feet with his eyes.

The boy's lips and body trembled violently, and he looked pitifully at Vanessa, who was closest to him. Vanessa didn't move, she lowered her head and looked at the qiē with cold eyes. Just as Horst and his men were about to pull the boy out of the bar, their hands swooped through the boy's body - and the boy vanished.

"I've been tricked by this kid again."

Horst's men muttered dissatisfiedly, in exchange for an angry slap from the leader, "He can't run far, chase!" More than a dozen big men rushed into the street again, and the Huosha Tavern suddenly regained its noisy atmosphere

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