Brant staggered on his horse like a drunken drunkard, but if one looked closely, he was bleeding from his shoulders and both legs, and even the new linen shirt and black cloak could not hide the blood.

"Water." The poor prince had his hands tied to the saddle, and his eyes were misty, as if he were about to faint at any moment. The woman riding next to him ignored him and continued on her way. "Water, water."

The veiled woman paused, turned her head to look at the prince's cracked lips, grabbed the reins and jumped off the horse, by this time Brandt was already lying on the horse's back, and the swollen eyes of Vanessa just now made him look even more wolf. The masked woman untied the water bladder on her waist and handed it to the prince's mouth, Brant, who was still breathing just now, grabbed the woman's wrist and twisted it, her body had jumped off the horse, the woman was not panicked, and hit Brant's neck with her other hand, and at the same time punched back, Brant already knew that her legs could not support her for long as she landed, and she had to do her best to solve the woman in front of her, but this woman was very difficult, direct collision and large attacks had no effect on her flexible body, she could always avoid the prince's fatal fist, From time to time, he would slash at his wounds, making him scream in pain regardless of his identity.

Before the masked woman's fist fell again, the prince finally shouted to stop: "Stop, this time I really want to drink water." He was panting and feeling that nothing but learning to write could make him so exhausted.

"You've wasted too much water just now, and now you don't have a chance." Beneath the veil was a slightly older voice, and Brandt estimated that she should be between thirty and forty years old, with agility and a light gait, and a rare warrior.

"A kind reminder," Brant gasped and raised his hand, "your knotting technique is much worse than sneak strikes. "The prince has always been angry about the disgraceful sneak attack of the other party.

"Shut your mouth if you don't want to die with a dry mouth."

"Before I die, let me know who I have provoked," the prince squinted at the masked woman beside him, "and where my squire is." ”

"Stop acting, I know it's not your squire."

"Hmph, I'll just say it's a robbery," Brandt grinned with a shake of his head, "or why would you just just shoot me coldly." ”

"Trust me, it's not about you personally." The masked woman immediately owed, "Now, if you cooperate, we can finish the rest of the journey in a good mood." ”

"Cooperation? I'm afraid that's not my forte. Brandt rolled his eyes, "You see how I treat my squire, too." ”

"I mean, if you cooperate, you don't have to worry about your beloved squire, if you like to call him that."

"You're threatening me." Brant's eyes narrowed, and he began to stir again. He couldn't stand the threat of Vanessa's safety.

"I'm taking care of him for you." The masked woman raised her hand to stop the prince's movements, "You hurt him a lot." And he'll be safe in my camp, and you'll see each other again when I'm done." ”

"So you're begging me for help?" Brandt put the word very seriously, and his tone was sarcastic.

"Say whatever you want. Before it gets dark, we have to catch up with Prince Terrence, are you ready? As she spoke, the masked woman drew her dagger and stabbed Brant's horse in the buttocks, and the horse neighed like a bear and rose to its feet, and then galloped down the path

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