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?

lifted his stick and moved the carrot hanging in front of the donkey back a little.

stay at an inn. He found a

the wine, hoping to encounter a strange

be better than

carrot. The night’s so dark, the

out his mat and laid it on the ground, giving himself two quick slaps

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

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and fragrant, a taste that truly intoxicated

hear the sound of hooves, the steady rhythm of many

and he could see in the dark–not perfectly, but

out.

carriage looked incredibly luxurious, clearly from a wealthy

looked carefully. No coffin in sight, so it wasn’t a funeral

pulling off the road to a small grove by the side. They didn’t seem to be

they possibly be waiting for at this

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

people would

It didn’t add up.

a good