It was not difficult to escape the prying eyes of the maids, and for Princess Leona, after twelve years of living as a woman, she lived as a man for another five years at the behest of her father, the Norman King. She learned the art of hand-to-hand combat and the use of weapons from the best teachers like a male heir, and she gradually revealed that she had inherited a part of the Norman royal lineage - she was not afraid of pain or death, that battle would make her blood boil, and that her teachers had bluntly stated that her strength was even greater and more durable than that of the average male warrior.

She put what she had prepared into a small dimensional bag, changed into a tight hunting garment, and hung a crossbow and dagger from her belt, Leona did not disguise herself, for in the middle of the night it was more difficult for a female officer or a young guard to hurry out of the city than a princess, and the only ones who needed to hide and hide were her maids, all of whom were female nobles with titles, and who could meet His Majesty directly. Fortunately, they were all ordinary people, and they hardly woke up after falling into a sweet sleep, and Leona jumped out of the window of her room, and landed among the lilac bushes, and with a bitter fragrance, she quickly ran to the stable, and took away one of the best horses from the stable, and was only a small servant who was on duty in the stable, and by the time he went to call the other servants in a panic, and the other servants went to report the matter to their supervisor, the princess had already passed through the closed gate. The wary knights and guards were initially reluctant to obey her orders, and prepared to inform her uncle, the current Norman king. But Leona took out the hunting knife, the one wrapped in the skin of the flame lizard, and it had no simple meaning - it belonged to the first Norman heir. The person who owns it is said to have half the power of the king, and although John would not actually give this power to his niece, he can still use it to knock on the gates of the royal city.

By the time the new King John learned of this, Leona had left Norman's royal city far behind.

"Give me a little mead. The new king said that his servant immediately brought the prepared drink, and unlike the old king's preference, the new king's honey was added with a thick layer of honey. and heated to the point of burning his tongue, "Can we still find her?" he asked Fouquet, and the Chancellor of the Exchequer responded to the new king's summons with such speed that John thought he was sleeping in the doorway of his room. Of course, that's not possible.

"Possibly. Fouquet smiled and said, "But as far as I know, the old king once left many precious belongings to Her Royal Highness the Princess—among them are the Rune Disk, you know." Your Majesty, It was a magical paraphernalia that mortals could use. ”

"Be specific. John said that he lived in the royal court, in the room where his brother had lived, and that the old king was a stubborn and stingy fellow, and that his floor was not paved with pyroxene like many nobles, so that the cold would spread from the soles of his feet to his heart, and that the new king had not yet had time to improve this shortcoming, although it was May. The fireplace in the room was burning all the time, but he still felt chills after drinking a cup of piping hot honey wine. As a last resort, he burrowed back into the curtain and wrapped himself in the fur of a white bear.

Fouquet spoke after the warmth and darkness created by the veil, "Let me return, Your Majesty," he said, "I suspect that Princess Leona carries a magic paraphernalia with a rune disk that can confuse the tracking of spells—we may not be able to find her with spells." ”

"What about the hounds?" asked John in the curtain, his voice dull and muffled.

Princess Leona had evidently thought of this, and before she went to the stable, she went to the kennel and sprinkled it with hypnotic powder. ”

"So, we can't find her?"

"Yes, at least not very quickly. ”

"That's too bad, Fouquet," said the new king, "it's dangerous out there. ”

"It's dangerous. ”

"Well, dear Fuquet, you know, I have always trusted you the most," the new king yawned clearly and discerningly, "This matter is up to you, and whatever news you get, please let me know as soon as possible." He lay down and tugged at the blanket on his body: "Do as much as you can, don't be too afraid, you know, I am not a king who will harshly criticize his courtiers for inevitable calamities." ”

"There is no doubt," said Fouquet, "then, I take my leave, and may you have a peaceful dream, my majesty." ”

The new king stretched out a thin white hand from the curtain and shook it as a sign of answer and permission for him to leave.

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Leona reined in her horses at the edge of the outer city, soothing the tall and sturdy grey peons as she took out four horseshoes from her dimensional pouch, which had been magically fastened to the horses' hoofnails without being beaten, and reduced the weight of the horses and riders, summoning small wind elemental hoofs to support the horses, allowing them to run three times as fast as ordinary horses without much effort, but Leona forgot that the horses in the royal court were carefully served, and that the grey peon's hoof armor had been knocked with horseshoes, and she frowned as she thought about whether to rummage through the dimensional pouch for tools to disassemble them, the ordinary farrier closest to the magic horseshoe suddenly fell on its own, replaced by a magic horseshoe that emitted a silver glow.

The grey horse, who had never been through this, was restless, and Leona quickly grabbed it, and after bribing and appeasing the horse with a piece of honey, she picked up four heavy old farriers that had fallen to the ground - Leona wanted to throw them into the thorny bushes around her, but after thinking twice, she put them into the dimensional bag, and even the nails were picked up one by one and put into the small leather bag containing the scattered coins, who knows if these magic tools would be destroyed when the attached spell disappeared - She had heard a long poem recited by the bard, in which a king lost a war because he lost a nail in a horseshoe, and then his life, and his country, Leona, did not want to make such a mistake herself.

After completing this small task, Leona took out a pendant from the dimensional pouch, which was a little larger than the one she had used to hold her and Baldwin's hair, and when opened, a small portrait of Leona could be revealed. But if you lift the portrait above, you will see a small portrait below, Birdwin's, and it is for this reason that Leona never dared to wear it around her neck. Thus avoiding a second, more conclusive piece of evidence from his father - the statue was not just a simple portrait, it was Leona's private trade with a mage with a precious rune plate, the paint was mixed with Baldwin's hair and his voluntary blood, and by virtue of this pendant, Leona was able to sense his position - the pendant would heat up when approaching him or when he was near Leona.

The pendant was made more than four years ago, when the old king, who had cut off the hope of having another son, brought Leona back to the royal court. Prepared to consider her his heir, he had Leona meet with the master of Thundercastle when he returned to the capital, and asked him to lower his knee to the maiden who could almost be his daughter. Offering His Loyalty...... Leona still wondered why she had the courage to leave behind her maid and officer, stop him in the cloister, and hastily ask him for a drop of blood.

She remembered that Berdwin was stunned. But it still met her request. Perhaps, for him, it was nothing more than to satisfy the whims of a wayward child. But for Leona, the pendant was like her faith, and when Baldwin returned to Thundercastle, the pendant had only a faint heat, so weak that Leona had to rub ice against her delicate cheeks to feel a trace of warmth, but when Baldwin returned to the royal capital, it would be warm like a living heart.

Now it will guide Leona to the person she loves.

Leona pressed the pendant to her lips. To the southeast, the heat emitted by the pendant is the most obvious: "Wait for me." The princess said. Put the chain of the pendant back around your neck and drop the pendant into your shirt so that it fits snugly against your skin.

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Dylan Donclay and his mentor knew nothing about the magic tools in Leona's hands, otherwise their job might have been easier, but Leona was very careful in this matter, and the mage she chose was not a Norman, but had come with the messengers of Archduke Luzel for a celebration. It was the old king's celebration to show his new heir to his courtiers and his people, that Leona caught the mage while everyone was drunk, and asked him to make it under the pretext of running away from the abominable sword teacher.

The red-robed sorcerer Ostahl entered his divination room, which, unlike the large Mithril-plated room, was wrapped in a deep black wood, hard and fished from the bottom of a hundred-foot deep lake - it had been submerged in it for thousands of years, and the cold of the lake seemed to have penetrated every wooden core, and even if no spell was cast, it would emit a cold chill.

There was only a fluffy cushion in the divination room, a support made of demon claws, and a crystal ball the size of a baby's head.

Ostarr sat down on the cushion, facing the crystal ball, and whispered the secret words that triggered the magic device, and the crystal ball first rose into a thick white mist, which swirled and took on a variety of shapes, some like the mournful silent cry of a ghost, while others looked like a bird flapping its wings or an insect turning its compound eyes, and the warlock knew it was waiting for further orders.

Berdwin Donkray. The Warlock wanted to name it, but he changed his mind because he had been stripped of his surname, and there were many people on the continent who called him, after all, the name symbolized the brave warrior, and many knights would give their eldest son the name - Glenn the Thief!, he said firmly.

The mist in the crystal ball swirled, swirled, and then slowly dispersed, revealing to the red-robed warlock a city that Ostahl carefully recognized, and found that it was a city of chaos in the Seventy-Seven Islands, no, they weren't going anywhere.

Another thief named Gülen.

"Wrong. Ostar said.

The mist in the crystal ball condensed again, and after a few breaths it became clear again, this time in a barren desert, and the warlock's sharp gaze caught a flock of black vultures munching around several corpses.

"Wrong. Ostar said.

The crystal ball then revealed several places, but none of them were the one the red-robed warlock was looking for.

Sometimes he really didn't understand what mortals were thinking, Gülen means narrow valley in lingua franca, and people used it as a metaphor for the gloomy, eccentric, ill-fated poor man, who never thought that so many parents would be willing to give their children such ominous names.

When the crystal ball became clear for the seventh time, the warlock saw a narrow and dense forest belt with a thin and bright stream of water, and he closed his eyes, and the map of the Norman of the Highlands unfolded in his sea of consciousness.

He concentrated, the image in the crystal ball gradually expanded, and when he was about to touch the top of the tallest tree, the warlock stopped, he knew that the caster could sense himself being spied on from a distance, he made a gesture, chanted a spell, and the crystal ball flashed with a light that represented life, at first they were as dense as starlight, and as the spell sifted, they thinned out, and finally there were only five left.

Birdwin, Elven Ranger Kerryben, Mage Cremar, Priest Flo Memmy, and Thief Glenn.

"Found you. Ostal whispered.

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When Dylan unfolded the map and begged his mentor to point out the location on the map, the warlock gave him a strange look, "I don't understand what you're thinking," he said, "My child, why don't you ask me to cast a spell to send you straight there?"

Even though the red-robed warlock had always shown great affection and indulgence for his little disciple, Dylan trembled uncontrollably, and he lowered his knees and prostrated himself at the feet of his mentor, begging for his forgiveness.

"Get up, I allow you to keep your tongue for now," said the Warlock, Dylan was better than Dermon, but for him, not being a disciple of a Warlock would always be a less valuable bargaining chip, so questions like this one that might lead to being stripped of the skin of his entire back in his tower were only met with a playful threat: "Gather your mages together, and I'll open a portal to take them to the closest place to the sinner Birdwin." (To be continued......)

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