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It would be perfect to run into a few strange creatures-maybe sit down with them for a drink. His flask was filled with Everett’s wine. To steal some, he couldn’t even ride his horse. He had to borrow one from the Lunar Guild.
But how could the Lunar Guild have a horse? The guildmaster had hesitated for a long time, then reluctantly led out a donkey. She warned him repeatedly to walk with it instead of riding, saying that the old donkey couldn’t carry his weight and might collapse from the strain. It could carry his things, though.
It was ridiculous. If he was going to walk down the mountain, he might as well carry his things himself and not bother with the donkey.
But he had to admit, sometimes you couldn’t underestimate the elderly. The donkey might be old, but it was faster than a person when it ran, and it had great stamina. All the way from Meadow Ridge to Riverstone, it seemed it hadn’t even gotten winded. Another two hours or so, and he figured they would be in Riverstone.
Isaac Prince hummed his tune louder. The capital was bustling with life, full of fine wines and plenty of good company. Plus, his little guild junior would also be there wasn’t that the peak of life?
He lifted his stick and moved the carrot hanging in front of the donkey back a little. Now the donkey could eat, chomping away happily.
Isaac wasn’t planning to stay at an inn. He found a scenic spot outside Riverstone and cracked open the wine, hoping to encounter a strange creature or two to share a drink with. What could be better than that?
“This mountain’s high, the river’s wide, the donkey munches on its carrot. The night’s so dark, the wind so soft, mosquitoes buzzing along with the song…”
He spread out his mat and laid it on the ground, giving himself two quick slaps to kill four mosquitoes.
He tied the donkey up, lit some herbs to ward off the bugs, and pulled out a wine bottle. Lying down on the mat, he propped his legs up and uncorked the bottle, gulping down a generous swig.
The rose wine last year’s batch-was crisp and fragrant, a taste that truly intoxicated him.
He was so drunk that he almost thought he could hear the sound of hooves, the steady rhythm of many horses.
He squinted, looking down the small hill. His eyes were strangely gifted, and he could see in the dark-not perfectly, but if there was a cart with a lamp, nothing was hard to make out.
Strange. Up ahead was Riverstone, so why were the travelers in such a hurry, pushing on through the night? The carriage looked incredibly luxurious, clearly from a wealthy family. Was it necessary for these privileged people to endure such hardship and travel overnight like this?
Isaac looked carefully. No coffin in sight, so it wasn’t a funeral procession.
And then they stopped, pulling off the road to a small grove by the side. They didn’t seem to be resting-more like they were waiting for something. What could they possibly be waiting for at this hour?
Well, this was something. It looked like a whole squad, maybe dozens of them. From the way they moved, they definitely seemed trained However, their fancy clothes didn’t exactly scream bandits.
What kind of decent people would be stopping here this late?
It didn’t add up.
Isaac loved a good mystery.
He put his wine away, rolled up the mat, and blew out the lamp. Fortunately, this little hill was nestled in a dip, so it wasn’t easy to spot.
They hadn’t moved. They had set up camp, of all things. Now that was strange. They had passed through Riverstone just as the sun was setting, so they should’ve found somewhere to stay there. So, why had they set up camp here?
Even stranger, they built only one tent for so many people. Was there just one leader? That didn’t seem right. A few of them were wearing luxurious clothes too. Though it was ??/p>
hard to see clearly from this distance, a few women had their hair
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adorned with jewels and ornaments-certainly not?
maidservants.
Isaac took another swig of wine and kept his eyes on them.
There was definitely something off about this. He loved a good spectacle.
He had been watching for nearly an hour. Why hadn’t anyone gone into the tent to rest? A whole group of them just standing around, swatting at mosquitoes? That was strange.
Not lighting a campfire made sense-it was so hot. Even in the woods by the road, the air still felt stifling when the wind died down.
Isaac opened his folding fan and waved it lazily, sipping his wine. He was starting to think there wasn’t much left to see and that maybe it was time to lie down on his mat and get some sleep.
Isaac had barely settled down when he heard movement in the distance-soft footsteps accompanied by some muttered curses.
He sat up abruptly, squinting in the direction of the noise. From the opposite hill, a group of people was descending. He could hardly make them out as they were all dressed in black, with one exception-he couldn’t exactly see what color that was, but it was definitely not The curses quickly stopped, as if someone had silenced them.
black.
The distance was still too far, much farther than the group camped nearby. Despite Isaac’s sharp eyes, he couldn’t make out any details. All he could sense was their quick movements. It seemed they were heading to meet up with the camped group. Isaac stood up, his expression turning serious. It looked like he wouldn’t be running into any strange creatures, but perhaps a conspiracy was brewing. There was something dark going on, and it looked like they were holding a woman who had cursed earlier. He reached behind the donkey and pulled out the sacred firearm Adrian had given him, wiping it off carefully. He wasn’t yet fully proficient with it, but he knew the story-Adrian had laughed for two hours on the mountaintop when he created it. All the snakes, insects, and rodents in the area had scattered in fear.
Moving silently, Isaac made his way down. However, that weapon alone wouldn’t be enough. He had other weapons on him too.
There were thick bushes along the road, so he crouched down and hid in them, keeping his eyes on the two groups that were about to merge. He still couldn’t make out their faces, though he could roughly tell the difference between men and women.
As he crawled forward a bit, he suddenly saw a glimmer of light reflecting off something nearby. He looked up and saw a woman standing on a tree branch, staring anxiously ahead. Probably because she couldn’t see clearly either, she hadn’t made any move yet. That figure… Why did she look so much like Claire, one of Winona’s subordinates?
A cold feeling spread through Isaac’s chest. Winona had left Claire with Sophie. Could the woman the black-clad group held be his guild junior?
Isaac immediately tensed, his mind spinning as he counted the people in the group, his gaze fixed on the black-clad figures drawing nearer From their footsteps, he could tell how skilled they were in thei
Lightfoot Skill.
Good God, there must be over a hundred of them! If Sophie had truly been taken, sacrificing his life here wouldn’t be enough. Even after death, Adrian would make sure his corpse was punished.
As Isaac strained to see whether it was indeed Sophie, the branch where Claire stood creaked. He glanced up and saw Claire preparing to leap down and move forward.
He quickly made some soft sounds to catch her attention.
Claire whipped around, her eyes scanning the darkness. In the pitch black, she couldn’t tell if someone was hidden in the bushes, nor could she tell if it was friend or foe.
Isaac sprang up and landed lightly on a branch next to her, grasping the tree trunk with his left hand. Claire stiffened, her body coiled, ready to strike if she suspected it was an enemy. “Meadow Ridge, Pathfinders Guild’s fifth apprentice!” Isaac called softly, identifying himself. Their voices were low enough that no one would overhear from a distance.
Claire almost cried in relief when she heard it was someone from Meadow Ridge. However, there was no time to explain further. A group of black-clad figures dragged a woman toward the carriage. The light from the lamps revealed her face, and Isaac’s heart stopped cold.
It was Violet-Violet Spencer!
Claire quickly filled in the details, “Prince Yuvan’s suicide soldiers took Ms. Spencer. He plans to dishonor her, ruin her reputation, and force her to marry him.” The weight of her words hit Isaac hard.
Sophie’s good friend had been captured and was about to be violated. If they didn’t save her,
Violet’s suffering would crush