"Is that kid from Lorenzo's family crazy?!" The old bishops of the Pope's Palace naturally received the latest news from the northern battlefield - the Knights captured the first warrior of the dragon clan, Long Gol, alive, but let him go under the order of the leader of the Knights.

  In recent years, the red-haired Rongor has become the nightmare of many Elimar people. They wish they could capture him alive and then execute him in public in front of the statue of the goddess in the main square. However, when Cesare's dream was about to come true, he personally ordered the release of Rongor? !

  This incident not only caused an uproar in the Vatican, but someone also deliberately leaked the news to the nobles. Some low-ranking nobles and civilians whose relatives had died at the hands of Longor could no longer sit still and ran to the door of the Vatican to denounce Cesare.

  When Norbert conveyed the news to the Pope, Bergoli IV shook his head, feeling that his son was still quite troublesome. "Even if he wanted to play the game of sowing discord and playing hard to get, he killed the dragon man's blue dragon and humiliated him in every way. Isn't this just sending his head to the knife of the dragon man?" The Pope smiled bitterly, "What else did he say?"

  Norbert replied, "Your Highness was injured in the waist when fighting with the dragon tribe. The dragon tribe's dagger was coated with poison. Although it has been suppressed with medicine, it is probably difficult to eradicate."

  "Why didn't you tell me this earlier?!" The Pope, who rarely showed his emotions, was a little angry for the first time. "What's wrong with that woman? Why didn't she protect Cesare?"

  Norbert lowered his head quickly. If he tried to defend himself at this moment, it would only make things worse. He knew very well what the Grand Master of the Knights Templar meant to the Pope, and that woman...the spy they had planted next to Cesare, could only wish for the best for herself at this moment.

  The Pope knew that things had come to this point. Instead of blaming others, he should find a way to remove the poison from Cesare's body. "What about the people from the seminary? Don't they have a solution?"

  "We have sent people to the north. I think the fewer people who know about this, the better, so we won't make it too public." Norbert said quickly.

  The Pope glanced at Norbert coldly, and the other party immediately fell silent. "Those petty nobles and commoners outside are making trouble. Find out who is behind this."

  Norbert felt a cold sweat on his back, "Yes, Your Holiness."

  Yang Liu hadn't slept for two days. Even though people around her kept urging her to take a rest, she had no way of leaving his bedside as she saw Cesare sometimes unconscious and sometimes half awake.

  They found out that Cesare was poisoned after they let Longgor go, but the young leader of the Knights did not take it too seriously. He just took off his armor and asked the Water Wolf Team to check the wound. The wound on the waist had begun to turn black, and someone presented Longgor's dagger, which was shining coldly.

  The medicines on the front line were limited, so they could only temporarily suppress the poison in Cesare's body. Yang Liu contacted the Vatican immediately after she found out. Yes, she was the spy next to Cesare, but she thought she had never betrayed Cesare. She respected, loved, and was obsessed with that man so much, how could she harm him...

  Yang Liu looked at the man on the bed anxiously. He looked pale and seemed to have a fever again.

  Norbert told Yang Liu that he had sent people from the seminary and said that the Pope was furious and asked her to be mentally prepared.

  "...water..." Cesare murmured in a low voice.

  Yang Liu hurriedly brought some water. Seeing that Cesare was just mumbling, she asked someone to dip a cotton ball in the water and put it on Cesare's lips.

  Why should she prepare herself mentally, Yang Liu thought, it would be nothing more than death due to dereliction of duty. If she were to die for the man in front of her, she thought she might be able to do it.

  "Captain, how is His Highness?" Several elite members of the Wind Wolf Squad asked in a low voice outside the tent.

  Yang Liu stood up and pulled Cesare's blanket, wiped the sweat off his forehead with a towel, stood up and walked out of the tent, "He's still not well, he's running a low-grade fever."

  "It's my fault." One of the young men said, "If I hadn't cheered for His Highness and distracted him, he wouldn't have been able to dodge the dagger."

  Yang Liu reached out and slapped the man, "Do you think this is a joke?! Cheer? Are you a new soldier?!"

  "I'm sorry, Captain! Please punish me!" The young man knelt down quickly.

  Yang Liu kicked the man on the shoulder, pulled out the whip from his waist, and wanted to whip the man angrily.

  "Who gave you the power to dispose of the knights of the Order?"

  However, a weak voice floated from inside the tent. Yang Liu and everyone looked in the direction of the voice, only to see Cesare wrapped in a Silver Wolf coat, standing inside the tent with a pale face. He lifted the curtain with one hand and held the leather coat tightly with the other.

  "Your Highness!" Yang Liu knelt down quickly. The paleness on Cesare's face made her feel very distressed.

  "Your Highness! Please punish me!" the young knight who was kicked to the ground behind Yang Liu said hurriedly.

  Cesare shook his head and asked, "How long has Longgor been gone?" He had a low fever and was a little unsteady, but he ignored the hand that Yang Liu extended to support him.

  "It's been a day." Yang Liu silently withdrew his hand and answered softly.

  "Go search the Big Bear Pool, the Little Bear Pool, and the woods outside Bear City," Cesare said. "If you see any signs of dragon activity, come back and report to me."

  "Your Highness, what you need now is rest." Yang Liu whispered. Even if Cesare cut her, she had to insist on doing so. Yang Liu thought to herself that she was right.

  Cesare raised his eyebrows and looked at Yang Liu. His face was calm, but he seemed to be able to see through every corner of Yang Liu's heart. "When will the people from the Pope's Office arrive?" He suddenly asked, his voice was very soft, and only he and Yang Liu could hear it.

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  Yang Liu suddenly looked up at Cesare, and before she could answer, she saw an unpredictable smile on Cesare's lips. He stretched out his hand and placed it on Yang Liu's arm in a sickly manner.

  "Help me back," he said.

  A crowd of people gathered at the entrance of Xiongcheng. Alan and Jin looked at each other. Jin jumped off the carriage and asked a businessman in front of him, "Hello, what's going on in front?"

  "I heard that there are dragons lurking around. For safety reasons, the checkpoint of Bear City is temporarily closed today." The man replied.

  "What? Dragon people?" Ah Jin was shocked. "This place is still far away from Dark Language City. How could there be dragon people here?"

  "Where did you come from, young man? Don't you know there's a war going on in the north these days?" the merchant said, "The Knights let go of the red-haired Long Gol. Isn't that like letting a tiger go back to the mountains? Long Gol is expected to bring his dragon tribe members to attack us soon. I don't think the Xiongcheng Pass will be open for a while." He beat his chest and stamped his feet, saying, "My whole truckload of goods is just wasted!"

  Ah Jin didn't have time to listen to the man's complaints. He jumped back into the car and told Alan about the battle on the front line. "Dad, if we don't go through Xiongcheng, we have to go around to the Baierlan Pass in the east, and then go to Hassan City from the Baierlan Mountain Road to pass through the Hassan Strait. But this will almost double the distance. I'm worried about Jasmine's physical strength."

  Yalan looked up at his eldest son, a silly boy who couldn't hide his worries. He looked at his concerned face, as if he saw himself back then. "Go ahead and see who is guarding the pass." Going from Xiongcheng to Hassan City is the fastest and easiest way. He must take Qu Fuer across the Hassan Strait before she changes her mind.

  He thought to himself that they, the Orientals, were not the targets of the Dragon Clan. He and his sons were all top-notch fighters, so it was not difficult for them to protect the two women from the Dragon Clan. Moreover, the Dragon Clan had no grudges against Ming Xia, and they even intended to contact Shanbei County. Those barbarians would definitely not do anything to them.

  Ah Jin came back soon and whispered something in Ya Lan's ear. Ya Lan nodded. He jumped out of the carriage and explained the situation to the people in the carriage. "We can only leave here at night. It's not far from Xiongcheng to Hassancheng." He glanced at Qu Fuer who didn't say a word. "However, this road will be very dangerous. It's best not to act rashly."

  Qu Fuer had no chance of escape.

  After hearing what Alan said, she became even more anxious. Jasmine lived and ate with her, and during the day, there was also an Ah Xiang. Although he didn't like to talk, he was always smiling. But whenever Fu'er walked a little further away, she would see Ah Xiang appear beside her with his hands behind his back, saying in a lazy tone, "Don't leave your father too far, it's dangerous."

  The martial arts of those three men were so powerful that Qu Fuer knew that even Cesare couldn't compare to her mediocre martial arts, let alone these experienced Orientals. When Qu Moli was sleeping with her, she told her that Uncle Yalan was the god of war in Shanbei County. It was he who led thousands of cavalrymen to help her father defeat other princes and ascend the throne in the turbulent Mingxia. And her brothers Ajin and Axiang, who had been in the army since they were teenagers, are now Alan's right-hand men. Many daughters in Shanbei County like them and want to marry Brothers Ajin and Axiang as their wives. The girl smiled as she said this, with a proud look on her face.

  "What about you?" Qu Fuer suddenly asked, "Do you want to marry them?"

  Jasmine was startled, her face slightly reddened, "I heard from my father that Uncle Yalan has agreed to the marriage between Brother Jin and me." She buried her head in the quilt, her pretty eyes showing so lovable, "But Brother Jin doesn't know yet, Sister Fu'er, can you keep it a secret for me?"

  Fu'er nodded. She looked at Jasmine with great envy. This girl was so lucky.

  They walked in front. A Jin bribed the officials at the pass with spices. In order to travel light, A Lan left the carriage in Xiongcheng, and several people led camels and horses to leave the city under the cover of night.

  Fu'er and Moli were riding on the same camel. The people of Shanbei County were good at riding, not to mention that Moli was the future queen. She followed the pace of the camels and horses in front of her closely, "Fu'er, hold my waist tight."

  Qu Fuer had never left the city of Elima. She was surprised by the surrounding scenery, which had changed from a city wall to a deserted place. Because of the war, the villages along the way were deserted. Yalan calculated the time and distance. They rested in the villages during the day and only moved at night.

  Fu'er didn't understand the Mingxia language. Yalan occasionally spoke to his son in Mingxia. She vaguely felt that they were wary of her, for example, afraid that she would run away, but in a place like this... Fu'er thought, if she ran away, where could she go?

  "Fuer, it's time to eat." Jasmine called her.

  Fu'er looked down at the rice cake balls and dried beef chunks that Moli handed to her, "I'm not hungry yet..." She really wasn't very fond of Mingxia's food.

  Jasmine looked at the expression in Fu'er's eyes and said with a smile, "You are not used to these things, right?" She took a bite of beef and said, "In fact, the food in Shanbei County is delicious, but we are on the road, so we can only make do with it."

  Fu'er's face was a little hot. Seeing Jasmine chewing the food calmly, she was too embarrassed to say anything. She sat beside Jasmine, took a rice cake, and ate it in small bites. She missed the food cooked by the cook in Quewu and wanted to drink the hot spicy vegetable soup.

  "I really miss grandma's cooking," Jasmine said softly while biting into the beef. "Although the food in the palace is delicious, grandma would occasionally come to the kitchen to cook for me and grandpa - oh, by the way, actually father doesn't let me call him grandpa casually. He said that in front of others, I should call him father and grandma the queen mother." Jasmine stuck out her tongue. "But Fu'er, you are my sister, not someone else's, so don't tell my father and mom." She shared her secrets with Fu'er like a cunning little girl.

  Fu'er took a sip of water and looked at Jasmine. However, who could she tell as she missed the people in Quewu and the food there?

  The people from the seminary finally arrived, and Yang Liu hurried to greet them.

  When Yang Liu saw who was coming, her anxious heart was somewhat relieved.

  The leader had silver-white hair, a somewhat cold face, and a pair of silver-rimmed glasses on his nose. When he saw Yang Liu, he lowered his head slightly to show respect, and then asked, "Where is he?"

  Yang Liu saluted the other person, who was a noble Hasaro. Although he had abandoned his surname, family, and bloodline, and swore in front of the goddess to serve her wholeheartedly - he and Cesare were blood brothers, and he was the most outstanding and youngest scholar in the seminary.

  Yang Liu led him and his followers to Cesare's tent. Cesare was awake at that time. When he saw the person coming, he said with a sarcastic smile, "I didn't expect it to be you, Nefer. Are you happy to see me like this?"

  The man called Nefer ignored the ill intention in the tone and said, "Lie down and let me see your wound."

  Yang Liu hurried forward to help and showed Nefertir the wound on Cesare's waist.

  "It's a pity that you didn't die," said Nefert.

  Yang Liu looked at each other in surprise, then at Cesare. She couldn't understand the undercurrents in this.

  "Do the old guys in the seminary want me to die so much?" Cesare frowned.

  "They are not as dirty as you think." Nefer changed his gloves and gently pressed the black bruises near the wound. "I am not as bad as you think. At least I am different from you. Does it hurt?"

  Cesare took a breath and said, "Tell me, is this poison strong?"

  "I need to bleed you, go and clean up the place." Nefere looked up at Yang Liu and said, "Are you Cesare's woman?"

  Yang Liu blushed, "...No...I, I am His Highness's adjutant."

  Nephiel snorted lightly, and for the first time, his face, which rarely changed expression, showed a hint of sarcasm. "I was thinking that maybe you could relax a little in your woman's arms, but since that's not the case, forget it. It's a waste to use anesthetics on such a minor injury, so just bear with it. You, go get him a cork and put it in his mouth."

  Cesare's face turned pale. "No need. Do you think I'm using a knife on people like you who have never been on a battlefield?"

  Nefer glanced at him and said, "Whatever you want."

  Yang Liu flashed out of the tent, full of doubts. Not long after, Nefert came out. He glanced at Yang Liu and gently pushed his glasses down, "Cesare is my half-brother, so our relationship is naturally not good." Yang Liu was shocked to hear the news, but then she heard the man say, "Don't worry, I'm not despicable enough to harm him when he's poisoned."

  "That...that poison..." Yang Liu asked hurriedly.

  "Please ask the goddess to bless him," Nefer frowned. "Although the specifics can only be known after bleeding, I think the poison should be the poison of a plant in the Secret Language Forest recorded in the literature. It is difficult to cure. Maybe there is an antidote in the treasure house of the Eastern Emperor, but who knows?"