The long eyelashes blinked, but the slightest emotion did not escape Fred's eyes, and he held the soft palm in that hand tighter, "What happened?" Samantha. ”

"No, no."

Samantha only felt a flustered heart at this time, shook her head, and hurriedly denied that during this trip to the Northlands, Her Royal Highness the princess always had to think about those tangled and complicated things.

These things had to do with herself, with the man in front of her, and even more so with her father, the current Majesty, Edwin IX.

And the entire royal family of Elant.

She felt a faint layer of moisture overflowing from her field of vision, and her nose was faintly sour.

Originally, she thought that this paper marriage contract was the recognition and blessing of His Majesty Father for this relationship, but when that wrinkled but majestic face appeared in front of her, all this, the longing for happiness and beauty, was like a delicate and gorgeous vanity mirror, which was completely shattered by the cold and hard golden scepter.

At the end of the day, the long-awaited engagement was just a transaction.

And she, the canary-like third princess of the royal family, is just a slightly expensive commodity - this is the fate of most female members of the Elantra royal family, although the surname and the crown on the head symbolize honor and glory, but also represent responsibility, they are not only themselves.

Like her aunt, Princess Lena Edwin, who had married Earl of Maddock forty years earlier, she and Mr. Earl had been united in an abrupt situation where they had never met—and she and Fred were much luckier than her.

At the very least, there is a great deal of emotion between the two.

Thinking of this, Princess Samantha's mood improved somewhat, and the fatigue and grievances of the past few days made her want to throw herself into her lover's arms and cry to her heart's content—but she still couldn't forget her princess identity and proper demeanor, she tried to adjust her emotions, and her face returned to her usual smile.

"It's okay, it's just that I'm so happy to see Fred."

Her voice sounded calm, and her vague gaze looked straight at the street ahead—the twilight fortress was far less bustling than the other cities, and behind the high walls, the buildings and streets were laid out in a pure military style: the long straight street led to the lord's palace in Talon, and on both sides of the street were military camps, artisan workshops, and supply warehouses.

The dismounted cavalry walked through the long street, and the sound of boots and horses' hooves echoed far away, making this long street with few lights seem even colder.

……

When it comes to love, about the future, the ideal of perfection never tolerates flaws and desecration of interests, it should be pure, visceral and purposeless......

However, in the face of fate, if you are powerless to resist, then accept it calmly-

The torrent of history is still moving forward.

From the town of Silverleaf to the Cyan Hill of the Seris region, there is a wide and flat trade route that was formed in the year of the hibiscus construction of the Somado Stone Bridge, and after being strengthened and leveled in the following years, this trade road has become one of the most important commercial bloodlines of Northland Nogo.

The Ceris region, famous for the mining of iron ore and the shepherds with round felt hats –

Gros sat on horseback, his straight body swaying slightly with the rhythmic rise and fall of his horse's hooves, and he occasionally glanced at the travelers and caravan wagons that staggered by the roadside, leaving shallow ruts under the loaded wagons.

"Mr. Gross, are we almost at the Cyan Hill?"

Miss Mage asked again behind him—the journey of riding these days had made her feel like her legs were about to form that ugly loop. Occasionally, she had to carefully maintain the distance between her legs to avoid more pain caused by the friction of her clothes.

So, now she was wise, and folded up a thick blanket of primary colors and put it on the saddle—

The blanket came from a merchant who passed along the route, and it was originally the outer packaging of fragile goods such as porcelain, but the merchant sold it to her in a purely gift-giving manner, thanks to her thoughtful and friendly negotiations.

Only two sols were spent.

Even Gross, the leader of the bandits, had to be surprised, and he guessed that it might be because of Miss Mage's aristocratic status-

The nobles of the kingdom were usually arrogant and reserved, and they had no interest in talking to merchants on an equal footing at all. However, Miss Mage's good communication attitude flattered the merchant, and caused an unexpected situation.

He couldn't help but feel secretly amused.

But then again, it's really hard to see that this Miss Crane still has a talent for business-

Hearing her voice, the bandit leader turned his head from his horseback trance, looked at the mountains in the distance where the outline had flattened, and then remembered the towns and villages he had passed before, "It's here soon." ”

Again, he replied in the affirmative.

This time the answer was the same as before, not a single word had been changed.

The people around him couldn't help but snicker—Oliver on horseback let go of the reins and stretched out, and he smiled and said to Miss Mage, "Miss Crane, it seems that you don't understand the habits of the chief. ”

It was as if he had sold a pass, and it was not until the curiosity in Miss Mage's eyes became more and more intense, and at the same time, with a hint of feigned annoyance, that he said leisurely, "When the boss said 'it will be soon', he should mean that it has been in the past two days. ”

Obviously, the idea of three days is very, very unreliable......

There was a burst of laughter in the team—the bandit leader's style of speaking, the members of the Wolf Bandit Group had already mastered it, and every adjective he said required some thought and careful consideration.

But Gross's answer this time was unexpected by his companions.

A handful of scarecrows tied to wooden frames can already be seen in the fields on either side of the road, and in the distance of the fields are already dotted with thatched huts – the dwellings of local farmers. It was nearly dusk, but the moonlight had not yet risen, and through the bright red clouds on the horizon, a remnant of the sun was shining on the roof of the thatched house.

There were also a few farmer's children chasing and frolicking around the house—just like Gross and Oliver did when they were kids.

The bandit leader withdrew his gaze. A procession of carriages was speeding past him, and he heard the voice of someone talking.

"Hurry up, we need to get to the town of White Rock in front for the night. If you're late, the hotel room might be taken by other guys. ”

The town of White Rock.

Gross looked up at the front - in his memory, he was almost within the reach of the Teal Hill, and the graveyard of Sean "Red Knight" Afradi was not far from the town of White Rock.