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?

front of the donkey back a

to stay at an inn. He found a scenic

the wine, hoping to encounter a strange creature

be

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

on the ground, giving himself two quick

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

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year’s batch–was crisp and fragrant,

was so drunk that he almost thought he could hear the sound of hooves, the steady

hill. His eyes were strangely gifted, and he could see in the dark–not perfectly, but if there was a

out.

carriage looked incredibly luxurious, clearly

looked carefully. No coffin in sight,

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

they possibly be

dozens of them. From the way they

people would be stopping

It didn’t add up.

loved a