Her Graceful War Song by Summer's Blaze

Chapter 1101

The sound of a donkey's bell rang out along the main road, clinking in the night. The man had a blade of grass in his mouth, humming a tune. He loved traveling at night.

There was something about the darkness that felt mysterious, as if anything could happen in the blackness. It was a thrill that couldn't be matched.

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.

and pulled out a wine bottle. Lying down on the mat, he

crisp and fragrant, a taste that

thought he could hear the sound of hooves, the

small hill. His eyes were strangely gifted, and he could see in the dark-not perfectly, but if

Up ahead was

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

looked carefully. No coffin in sight,

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.

this was something. It

maybe dozens of them. From the way they moved, they definitely seemed trained However, their fancy clothes didn't exactly

of decent people would

It didn't add up.

a good

wine away, rolled up the mat, and blew out the lamp. Fortunately, this little hill was nestled

had passed through Riverstone just as the sun

stranger, they built only

so many people. Was there

A few of them

too. Though it was

see