The princess turned around and walked into the Half Moon Hall, which is the highest place in Crescent City, and it is said that at the beginning of the month and at the end of the month, standing on the balcony of the Half Moon Hall, you can reach out and touch the moon in the sky. It was probably the quietest place in Crescent City, with no stables, no hounds barking, no knights practising, and even the footsteps of the guards patrolling the halls seemed distant and ethereal, the only thing she could clearly distinguish was the whimper and sigh of the cold wind sweeping through the spires.

Rainbow light slanted through the lead-encrusted glass windows of the large dome, and countless dusts danced in the beams. Incense filled the air, and the candles in front of the moonlit altar shone like sparks.

Vanessa has spent the past three days in this half-moon hall since entering the city. The delicate Windsor rug sleeps six people, and is laid out on oak bedposts with brown velvet curtains and carved vine leaves, and positioned at just the right angle to wake up at the first rays of daylight.

Loneliness and coldness are the motto of the king.

Vanessa finally felt a deep chill from the pinnacle of power.

The princess's hand stroked over a stack of dossiers, on which was once the handwriting of the previous lord of the city, Polly, that noble and beautiful woman, who was famous for her wisdom and died for her kindness, and what will happen to me?

While thinking about it, Reina had already brought in the magicians from the school. Unlike what the princess imagined, the magician was usually a hunched old man, but this magician was tall and straight, full of vitality, and in the prime of life; Secondly, his face was not as kind as she had imagined, he had a large, square head, keen and shrewd eyes, a nose covered with red lines, and a short beard on the top of his head and thick chin, although he had shaved his hair. He wasn't like a magician who could call the wind and rain, but like a thug who could break someone's joints at any moment.

"Your Highness, this is the information magician Chakun." Reyna introduced.

"Your Royal Highness, I am willing to serve you." Chakun bowed slightly, with no expression on his face.

"Your magic can transmit messages over long distances?" Vanessa owes from her chair as a gift in return.

"Yes, Your Highness." Chakun pulled something out of his belt, startling Reina and nearly shooting. Vanessa couldn't help but be stunned when she saw that what he had taken out was a half-arc wire, which was shining brightly and had a half-foot-long handle at the end, like a scimitar of the Sand Riders, but when the magician showed it all, she realized that the curved part was divided into two halves, which together became a circle. The magician fixed the circle to the ground in front of Vanessa's desk, just level with the princess, "Please speak to the princess, and it will transmit your voice and appearance to the designated coordinates." ”

"Is it okay anywhere?" Vanessa looked curiously at the empty hoop.

"As long as you give the coordinates."

"Alright," Vanessa looked at Reina, "the Flame King's Palace." ”

Chakun stirred the magic, and the air on the hoop stirred like a ball of porridge, and then, the cloud-like air flow became clear and transparent under the influence of the magic, revealing the true face of the place Vanessa thought to see—the Hall of Burning Scales in the Flame King's Palace.

"Terrence," Vanessa called out at the Prince's figure, "Terrence, it's me, Vanessa. ”

The prince was reading the scroll, the black curls on his head were getting thinner, and the wrinkles on his face were stiffer and more unforgiving. Hearing Vanessa's voice, Terrence jerked her head up and searched around, finally seeing a reflection of Vanessa on a stone wall in the corner. "Vanessa?" He sat motionless, not knowing if it was a trap or his hallucination.

"It's me, Your Highness." Vanessa nodded strictly, "Your fiancée." ”

"Hah, what the hell are you doing again," Terrence nodded slightly, "and found another stand-in?" ”

Vanessa snorted, "You know it's not me, but you still accept it, don't you think about the bloodline of your future royal heir?" ”

"What does it matter," Terrence spread his hands, "as long as Olops knows that I am married to the queen of the Land of Midsummer, and as for the bloodline," he squeezed his eyes at the princess, "don't worry, I won't let that impostor conceive a child." ”

Vanessa turned away in disgust, and continued, "I'm not sure I'll be the queen of the Summer Nation right now—if you don't come to me." ”

"Help? Where are you? ”

"I'm in Crescent City, and I've just met with General Koman for a while."

Terrence looked surprised and proud, "Yo ho, my fiancée is really good, she ran halfway around the world in a month to fight her brother for the throne." ”

Cha Kun motioned to the princess to say briefly, his magic was almost unable to support such a long distance of information transmission. Vanessa understood and said to Terrence, "I don't have time to make small talk with you, I want you to send troops right now." ”

Terrence didn't like to be called around, let alone by a woman, and he sneered, "What? Surrounded by Koeman, you want me to rescue you? Women, don't overestimate yourself, your beauty hasn't reached the point of madness. ”

"I don't want you to send troops to attack Crescent City," Vanessa said pointlessly, directly revealing her plan, "but for you to take Winterfell." Coman left Neverwinter to come to Crescent City to defeat Ilia, Winterfall is empty, and you can take advantage of this opportunity to take the royal city of Midsummer Country, this is a great opportunity, and if you miss it, you will have no excuse to leave. ”

Terrence put away his contemptuous smile and looked down in serious thought, but just as he looked up again to answer, the connection was interrupted and Vanessa's image vanished.

Cha Kun gasped and fell to his knees, blaming himself, "I'm sorry Your Highness, my magic is overdrawn. ”

"It's okay," Vanessa sighed as she picked up the magician, "I've made it clear what I'm going to say, and it's up to Terrence to decide whether to fight or not." ”

"What if Terrence refuses to send troops?" Reina walked over.

"Thunder's roar naturally heralds the arrival of rain," Vanessa's eyes blazed, "and we'll spread rumors that he's already sent troops!" ”

Awe and pride rose in the archer's eyes, and as soon as he turned around, without Vanessa's words, he had already walked out of the Half Moon Hall and did what he had to do.

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