The Mythical Path of a Princess from a Destroyed Kingdom

After the non-spellcasters were dealt with in a volley of fire, several rangers and warriors known for their speed immediately gave chase and easily captured the low-level spellcasters who were not protected by warriors.

Upon closer inspection, its destructive power is indeed stronger than that of ordinary magical weapons; we must seize as many as possible for backup.

As Maginus drifted off into thought, the adventurer's party was full of talented individuals. One of the adventurers, skilled in torture, pressed his finger and dragged the spellcasters away from the camp.

He returned about an hour or two later, his hair and clothes were damp with water, and there was obvious blood splattered on him after he had just washed.

The others also learned the situation: they were ordered by a count to disguise themselves as bandits and attack the group. It wasn't just one person targeting Kshia; many others planned to take action against her, meaning there were even more people trying to intercept the group.

The good news is that there's a strict order from above: only capture them alive, not dead. The bad news is that only Kshia has this honor; everyone else is doomed.

"Ah, then we can just tie Kercia to the shield and clear a path, since they won't dare attack her anyway!"

Neko offered a very good suggestion, and everyone felt it was quite practical. In the end, of course, they ignored her and discussed how to safely reach the capital.

This constant harassment isn't a solution; they need to cover their tracks a bit.

"How about we dress up as a caravan? I think our attire is too conspicuous."

"The problem is that we don't have enough carriages; we can't even fit the smallest caravan."

After packing up the campsite and setting off, the group discussed solutions and made many plans along the way. Inside the carriage, the elven druid opened his eyes:

"I'll figure it out."

He jumped off the carriage, circled the two carriages in front and behind the convoy, placed his hands on the carriages and muttered incantations, took out two tree branches from his pocket, lit them, and placed them on the roofs of the front and rear carriages respectively.

Magic gradually began to gather, and mysterious clouds rose up all around, enveloping the entire carriage.

"Alright, the ritual spell is complete."

Clap his hands and the druid proudly began to introduce:

"This cloud has a radius of about one kilometer. Without someone to guide us, it will be difficult for them to find us. Even if the spellcaster wants to dispel the cloud, it will be difficult. We should just move forward slowly, and they will get lost on their own."

Barely having escaped the trouble, the convoy sped up, eager to return to the Kingdom of Julan as soon as possible.

Once inside the country, these "bandits" couldn't be so arrogant anymore. Haianlisa should have already received word and arranged for people to meet them.

Chapter 421 Family

With the help of the druids, they successfully returned to the Kingdom of Chrysanthemum. However, battles were inevitable along the way. Maginus did not remain idle in the carriage; she secretly helped convert the life force of the dead enemies and transfer it to her own people.

Their recovery speed in all aspects has greatly accelerated, and only a few people have noticed it. In short, a large number of casualties have been avoided. In addition, the druids' plants are used in the battle, and so far, none of the thirty-two people have been seriously injured.

Back in the Kingdom of Julan, a small army was indeed waiting outside the border city, and things became much easier from then on, with no more bandits appearing in front of the regular army.

The adventurers thus had some free time and, under Kxia's orders, did not move around freely, keeping their distance from the army to avoid friction and conflict, thus preventing other enemies from taking advantage of the situation.

Because their journey through the Kingdom of Julan was exceptionally smooth, they returned to the capital at top speed without any incident.

"I'm finally back. It feels like so long has passed."

"It has indeed been a long time, two or three years already, but I don't really feel it."

Brian casually remarked that, as an elf, he always felt that time flew by, perhaps because he was with the person he loved.

Looking at the largely unchanged street scene, Kxia's lips twitched, and she raised her hand to wipe her eyes, holding back her emotions and not crying. Her legs began to tremble uncontrollably, her heart filled with anxiety, and she couldn't wait to see her father.

Judging from the fact that the capital city was at least maintaining a semblance of peace, his father was neither dead nor unconscious, but was waiting patiently for him.

Sensing his lover's feelings, Brian reached out and squeezed her hand, signaling her not to be too anxious.

Gazing at the extremely anxious Kercia, Maginus closed his eyes and opened them again: "Leave the rest to me."

"what?"

The half-elf princess turned around, not understanding what the girl was saying.

"I'll take the adventure team to find an inn. You should go find your father first; you have to fulfill your responsibilities as another team leader."

Maginus explained, and without receiving a response from Xhia, she stepped out of the carriage. The half-elf finally reacted, her eyebrows slightly raised as she smiled and thanked her: "Yes, thank you for taking care of me now and all this time."

"Brian, cousin, let's go inside quickly."

The three drove the carriage to the palace. Seeing the familiar scenery and some familiar figures, Kishia simply nodded slightly to them, not even having time to greet them, and rushed towards Haianlisa's bedroom after lifting her skirt.

As the door opened, Haianlisa, his face contorted with illness as he gazed out the window, trembled and turned to look at his daughter.

"..."

Her gaunt figure overlapped with the image of her father in her memory. Kishia opened her mouth but couldn't speak due to her overwhelming emotions. Haianlisa watched her quietly, a loving smile on her face.

"came back."

Kishia threw herself into her father's arms and finally burst into tears, releasing all the worries and fears that had accumulated over the past two or three years.

Brian and the druid stayed outside the door, not intending to disturb the father and daughter's meeting. In particular, the elf, being a knight, subconsciously raised his hand to scratch his cheek, wondering how to face the old king.

Brian and Kercia's relationship has grown rapidly over the years, and they've long since reached the point of getting engaged. Now, Brian has met his future father-in-law again, and he wonders what he'll think when he sees that he's taken Kercia for a wife.

After venting her emotions in Haianlisa's arms, Keshia recounted in a trembling voice what she had done in the Kingdom of Music. The king praised his daughter, who had endured hardship, but they did not discuss any other important matters.

After Kersha finished speaking, he looked up at the two elves outside the door and waved for Brian to come over: "Brian, come in."

coming.

The elven boy, his body tense, wiped imaginary cold sweat from his forehead and entered the bedroom, bowing to the king: "Your Majesty, it's been a long time."

"Well, long time no see."

Haianlisa's gaze shifted between Kexia and Brian, but in the end, he said nothing. He simply chuckled, reached up to touch his fingers, removed two rings from one finger, and handed them to the two men respectively.

Under their astonished gazes, Haianlisa said casually, "I don't have the chance to interfere in your affairs anymore. Anyway, I watched you grow up. How you live your lives from now on is up to you."

"This is the token of love between your mother and me. I'm handing it over to you now."

Does this mean they agree with what I mean?

Yes! I definitely will.

Brian's heart, which had been hanging in suspense, was relieved. He was about to make some promises when Hailianlisa, who had no time to listen to his oaths, coughed a few times with a smile, and his handkerchief was stained with blood.

Before Cosimo could even ask, the king beckoned and said, "Cosimo, come in, we need to talk business."

"Uncle, long time no see. (i零罢午是六扒企齐)"

The elven druid walked in solemnly. With his powerful senses, he could tell that Haianlisa was dying, and as for the time of death...

"I know my own body."

Seemingly seeing through the druid's expression, or perhaps he was already planning to say it, Haianlisa slowly revealed the truth that had stirred Kexia's emotions:

"I probably only have three days left to live. After that, I will die completely due to the curse."

The room fell silent. Kshia's pupils dilated, and tears welled up again in her eyes, which had stopped flowing. But Haianlisa didn't give her a chance to speak, saying sternly:

“Kishia Emma, ​​I am speaking to the heir to the throne as a king. Listen carefully.”

Forcing down her worried words, Kshia wiped her eyes and suppressed her emotions. Haianlisa nodded in satisfaction, looking at her somewhat immature but growing successor, and began to give instructions on matters before and after her death.

"I've removed most of your stumbling blocks, but that's only the surface. There are still some persistent problems that I haven't gotten rid of. I don't have time for that, so you'll have to solve them yourself."

"As long as the oath remains, you and they cannot openly confront each other, but the underhanded tactics they employ are absolutely countless."

"You need to use your brain to find their weaknesses and defeat them in one blow. For detailed information, go to Fran; she has a backup."

"The most dangerous ones are still the Dark Elves. Those underground bastards are up to no good and we must put this matter as the highest priority."

"And then there's Ilsis. She's a scythe, a scythe that reaps lives. She'll probably help you solve a lot of trouble."

"But we must not let our guard down. She may not have any intention of causing danger to the Kingdom of Julan, but her very existence will bring disaster. We must ensure that her identity is not discovered."

Haianlisa initially explained the various points to note in a clear and organized manner, but after an hour, it gradually turned into rambling. Kexia didn't care whether it was useful or not, and memorized everything.

Seeing her dying father, the half-elf couldn't stop the tears from flowing, and held onto the king's hand, unwilling to let go.

Another dark elf has appeared.

They booked a hotel and temporarily settled the group there, with Maginus instructing them not to venture into unfamiliar areas.

In short, she intimidated everyone with her powerful aura and ordered them not to run around. Now, their every move represented Princess Kshia, and if anything went wrong, others might think that Kshia was up to something.

Some of the adventurers in the group are too naive and easily manipulated, which is why Maginus doesn't want them to go out and familiarize themselves with the capital. She'll wait for Kxia to return.

While maintaining order at the inn, the girl released her life force to investigate the surroundings. As soon as her consciousness reached out, she discovered the presence of a drow elf.

This time it wasn't a transformation spell; the dark elf used shapeshifting to disguise himself as a half-elf, hawking handmade hairpins on the street, but he was probably gathering intelligence.

The nobles who had connections with them were all wiped out by Hailianlisa, and the original infiltrators were all killed by Maginus. It's understandable that they are currently in a state of confusion.

But the girl was still very strange. She had killed all the dark elves. Did she plan to spend many more years lying low again?

After all, the descent of the Sage of the Ancient Tree of Wisdom will not occur for another fifteen or sixteen years, so they can continue with their plans.

With a sliver of attention focused on the drow, Maginus toyed with the psychic blade in her hand, constantly combining it with the Guardian of Flowers. The patterns on it kept changing, with thorny vines wrapping around the surface of the blade, sometimes suddenly transforming into a skull and a giant hand.

As dusk fell, a royal guard finally arrived at the inn. Maginus had just stepped down when the guard bowed in greeting.

"Miss Ilsis, and all adventurers, Her Highness the Princess requests that you proceed to the Royal Manor."

Upon learning that they could leave the inn, the adventurers were immediately excited. Having been trapped in the inn for half a day, they could take this opportunity to see the scenery on the street.

Although it couldn't compare to the bustling music kingdom of Muse, and the streets were deserted due to the crisis, the new region still broadened the adventurers' horizons.

The capital city is naturally filled with all kinds of flowers. Countless flowers are planted on both sides of the road, and residents also place a few on their balconies. Basically, everything you see is flowers.

The journey was quite pleasing to the eye, and everyone even felt more energetic. When they arrived at the royal manor with the guards, the adventurers, who were entering such a large manor for the first time, immediately showed a different attitude, and most of them began to look around.

After being led to their respective rooms by the steward, Maginus did not see Xerxes, Brian, or the elven druid. The dying king must still be giving instructions.

"call……"

I'll go find my enemy and cause trouble tomorrow night.

As Maginus lay on the bed, panting, she thought of this.

Chapter 422 Behind the Scenes

"You actually want me to work for you when things are so dangerous?! Are you all insane?!"

Watch your words. This is a contract we signed. We are supposed to help each other. Since we have helped you, you should reciprocate. Otherwise, our lord's punishment will befall you.

A cold female voice came from the other end of the communication channel. The human nobleman's eyes twitched, and he said angrily, "Impossible! Just let your god kill me!"

...Is it really impossible?

Upon hearing that there was a chance to avoid such a dangerous situation, the nobleman's tone softened, almost to the point of pleading with the person on the other end of the communication channel:

"It's not that I'm unwilling, it's that I really can't do it. Can't you give me a simpler task?"

There was a long silence on the other end of the communication line. The woman sighed and chose to assign a simpler task to the nobleman. It was unclear whether this was the task she wanted the nobleman to do or if she had actually lowered the difficulty.

Okay, now you can give me some spell materials and deliver them to the designated location.

"Great! Gathering the materials is easy; I'll get you whatever you need."

The nobleman's tone was somewhat fierce, knowing that this might be the other side's bottom line, and he was prepared to pay any price to gather the magic materials.

As the other party revealed what they needed, the nobleman felt a pang of heartache, realizing that he might have to hand over most of his cash flow, but he gritted his teeth and accepted it anyway.

"Okay, we'll do as you say, but you must also keep your promise to me."

Of course, that's settled then.

The call ended, and the noblewoman sat panting in her chair, both from fear and anger. She never expected that the woman to be so greedy, wanting to control everything after resolving one of her life-or-death crises.

But she was already firmly trapped, and no matter what, neither the elf nor the king would let her go. Since that was the case, she might as well go all the way down this path.

"Damn bitch!"

She pushed aside the books in the study, got up, patted and smoothed her skirt, and prepared to find a male servant to deal with her emotions. However, when she opened the door, she saw the servant lying on the ground instead.

Looking at the unconscious male servant, the nobleman's pupils contracted slightly as he turned to look around, but he found no trace of any intruder. The corridor had inexplicably darkened, and not a single magic lamp or candle had been turned on.

"Who's playing tricks but too scared to come out?!"

The nobleman pulled a magical elven longsword from his dimensional bag and shouted, his voice echoing through the empty villa, but no one responded.

Click, click, click...

Just as the noblewoman was on edge, the sound of scissors closing suddenly came from behind her. Startled, the noblewoman immediately turned around and saw a white-haired woman sitting on her desk, constantly playing with her favorite scissors.

It was a pair of scissors inlaid with gemstones, with a gold handle and a silver blade, but the noblewoman at this moment didn't care about scissors at all. Cold sweat dripped down her forehead as she stared at the white-haired girl, trembling all over.

The nobleman recognized the man; he was a middle-ranking official who had returned with the princess.

"Ilsis, what are you doing here? You killed all my servants!!"