"Wenyuan, slow down." After Gu Yuexi and Wang Wenyuan went ashore, Zhao Chenghui suddenly thought of a small note handed to him by Li Boling, so he hurriedly shouted.

"What's the matter, Brother Hui, but is there anything else?" Wang Wenyuan turned around with some confusion and walked quickly to the side of the speedboat.

"After you put the fragment of the Snow Mountain Scroll on the turntable of the Atlas Gate, you don't have to go back to Dhaka, the capital of Bangladesh, just head south to Imphal in the southeast of Assam." Zhao Chenghui stared at the crowded crowd on the dock and said slowly.

"Why is that?" Although Wang Wenyuan knew that this colleague was not so easy to deal with, he still raised his question with a little curiosity.

"It doesn't hurt to tell you." Zhao Chenghui lowered his head and said softly: "It's actually very simple, first of all, the Bangladesh patrol has issued a reward notice to Miss Gu for causing a terrorist attack, and you must follow her, so you can't go to Dhaka, which is full of people." Second, the Lord in charge is going to fight in Impal in a few days, and there is a shortage of manpower around you, and you, as one of the ten deacons, must follow your side and protect your lordship, whether out of duty or obligation. ”

"I see." Wang Wenyuan nodded slightly and said goodbye to him.

******

"Wenyuan, can you tell me, what are you thinking?" Gu Yuexi looked at him with a heavy heart, so she stopped, her peach blossom eyes flashed with a little confusion, mixed with a trace of concern.

"It's nothing, Brother Tuo Hui, the director of Li, conveyed the latest instructions to me, and I was thinking about how to complete them faster and better." Wang Wenyuan didn't dare to reveal the truth to her, so he had to euphemistically mention the confusion in his heart.

"Oh, that's right." Gu Yuexi looked at his appearance of wanting to speak and stopped, and knew that it was absolutely impossible to ask him directly, so he said slowly: "Do your best, of course, if you think you can't handle it yourself, I can also help you a little." ”

"Thank you very much." Wang Wenyuan saw that it was still early, and his body was a little tired, so he proposed to go to a restaurant on the side to eat something and set off again.

"Okay." Gu Yuexi nodded lightly, and then walked to a slightly humble fast food restaurant next to the street with an excited face.

Seeing her leave, Wang Wenyuan shook his head a little helplessly, and said in his heart that there are really more and more mysteries on Miss Gu, first the "key person who opened the door to another world" as Li Boling said, and then the "wanted criminal" revealed to him by Zhao Chenghui, in short, it gives people an extremely mysterious and insidious feeling; But in his eyes, she is a simple, cute, kind, considerate, domineering and powerful woman, how can she be hooked with those words?

"In short, there must be a misunderstanding in this." He muttered to himself and walked straight into the restaurant.

Sitting down by the window, he was facing her slightly aggrieved eyes, only to see a reward order posted on the wall next to him, and her name appeared among the fugitives recorded in it.

Seeing this, he hurriedly comforted: "Don't be sad, girl, I think this is very likely to be some insidious and cunning people, or a shady conspiracy deliberately designed by the people who killed your father back then, we just need to fight steadily, and we will definitely be able to find them out." ”

"Thank you." She barely squeezed out a smile, and then absentmindedly drank the "colorless and tasteless" milk tea in the cup.

*******

On the evening of April 19, Zhe Mengxiong, northern suburb of Gangtok.

"General Kozit, I haven't seen you for two months, and your changes are really big enough." Morahan stood on the top of Mount Murga, staring blankly at the sunset in the west and the majestic mountains, and then spoke slowly.

"Don't dare to be it, don't dare to be it, everything you have achieved today is given by His Royal Highness the Prince, without your support, how can the little old man be reused by His Majesty?" Kozit immediately leaned down and looked at the handsome and dashing young man of twenty-eight or nineteen years old in front of him.

"Just be polite." Morahan frowned, waved his hand a little unhappily, and then said with a serious face: "Let me ask you, what do you think Your Majesty has done when he recruited me into the palace this time?" ”

"I don't dare to speculate." Kuzit's body immediately trembled, as if there was some earth-shattering secret hidden in his heart.

"Why is the old general so cowardly, I remember when you fought with the Bengalis in Rajshahi, you rushed to the front of the line." Morahan smiled faintly, but one hand quietly reached into the trench coat and grasped a sharp dagger.

"Okay, I said, Your Majesty has recruited you into the palace this time in order for you to gather your troops as soon as possible and march south, and it is best to capture the lair of the Assam Impal authorities, Impal City." Kozit originally planned to prevaricate in the past, but when he saw Morahan's small actions, he finally relented and honestly revealed the content of the secret letter.

"My father said that the good thing is that he wants to exercise me well, and if he says it is unpleasant, he just uses frequent battles to consume the strength of my legion." Morahan sighed, a hint of sadness flashing across his angular face.

Seeing this, Kozit had no choice but to respond, and his usual witty, flexible, brave and resolute appearance disappeared without a trace at this moment.

"By the way, I still have one more thing, I don't know if I should talk about it?" Morahan deliberately pretended to be respectful, and then asked him in a calm tone.

"His Royal Highness the Crown Prince does not have to be polite, whatever he knows about his humble duties will be explained without reservation." Knowing that he was a changeable person, he did not dare to slack off, and immediately spoke.

"Do you know where the woman named Gu Yuexi is at this time?" Morahan didn't beat around the bush, but went straight to the point, which must have been very important.

"According to the Southern Society's spies, she had secretly infiltrated the city of Patna in the Delhi Kingdom in search of the fragments of the Snow Mountain Scroll, and although the intelligence agents have not been able to locate her precise location since then, the lowly believes that she is most likely to go to two places." Kuzit was silent for a moment, then replied slowly.

"Oh?" Morahan's expression was slightly stunned, and then he said with a little eagerness: "Hurry up." ”

"If she finds the fragment of the snow-capped scroll, then her next destination must be the village of Assam Sadia; If she doesn't, then she will most likely return to Dhaka City, after all, Severic will give her a favor and an invisible shackle on her. Kozit raised his head and carefully analyzed.

"Then I will leave this matter to you, and I order you to catch her for me within three days, and not to hurt her in the slightest, and if she can't do it, he will apologize for his sins with death." Morahan turned and said in a rare, agitated tone.

"Yes." Kuzit hurriedly responded, but in his heart, there was a mutter, because although His Royal Highness the Crown Prince had a somewhat strange temper, he rarely held the dagger and issued a "death order" like today, but now that he blatantly made an exception, what did it portend?