Her Majestic Battle Cry

Chapter 1101

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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?

moved the carrot hanging in front of the

to stay at an inn. He found a scenic spot

wine, hoping to encounter a

could be better than

high, the river’s wide, the donkey munches on its carrot. The night’s so dark, the wind so soft,

it on the ground,

and pulled out a wine bottle. Lying down on the mat, he propped his legs up and uncorked the bottle, gulping down

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fragrant, a taste that truly

he almost thought he could hear the sound of hooves, the steady

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

out.

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

carefully. No coffin in sight, so it

road to a small grove by the side. They didn’t seem to be resting–more like they were waiting

could they possibly be

like a whole squad, maybe dozens of them. From the way they moved, they definitely seemed trained. However,

people would be stopping here

It didn’t add up.

a good