Kieran grabbed the captive and walked into a tent that Mary had specially picked out.
The blanket was thick and had decent soundproofing. It wasn't far from the tent that Mary was in.
Mary, on the other hand, met Bosco inside the tent.
Bosco, the personal advisor of King James VIII, was still moving his limbs that were numb and bleeding due to being tied up for a long time.
"I think if this goes on, I won't be able to live until the day my two precious daughters get married!
Your Highness, I hope I can have a more reliable guard by my side! "
After a series of complaints, Bosco looked at Mary with anticipation.
"Relying on yourself is always better than relying on others. I'll write a transfer order for you to be transferred to the frontline of Thunder Fortress. After experiencing life and death, I believe you will be able to handle these difficulties better."
Mary said calmly.
"Any difficulties are nothing compared to my loyalty to His Majesty and His Highness. Even if I have to climb a mountain of daggers or swim through a sea of fire, I will not flinch. But Riverdale's mission isn't finished yet! Your Highness, you can't give up halfway, especially when it concerns the civilians! "
Bosco said in a righteous tone.
"Very well!
"Since you remember the comfort of the civilians, I have an urgent mission for you. Bring this letter to Will and hand it to the old Earl of Will!"
Mary handed the sealed letter to Bosco.
Bosco was stunned.
Then, he thought of something, and a fine layer of sweat began to appear on his forehead.
"Don't tell me you wrote something like 'if you don't send reinforcements, let the Prairies invaders go south' or something like that?"
Bosco asked in a trembling voice.
"Yes."
Mary nodded.
"Your Highness, I still have two daughters who are not married yet!
My biggest wish is to stand beside them when they get married and send my blessings to them … "
Bosco cried and almost knelt down to hug Mary's thigh.
In fact, if it wasn't for Mary's gender sensitivity, Bosco would have done it.
"You don't want to go?
Then I won't make it hard for you, I can give you another one! "
Mary said as she took out another secret letter.
"Thank you, Your Highness!
"This is …"
Bosco thanked her repeatedly, but when he received the new letter from Mary, he felt like he was struck by lightning.
There would be no name written on the secret letter, but there would be a family mark in a secret place.
Bosco, of course, knew the secret.
When Bosco saw the red emblem of the Wyvern race under the light, he fell to the ground limply.
It was the emblem of the Duke of Zilin.
Seal of the Flying Dragon!
It was the biggest lord in the north of Warren and had the most elite hunters in Warren.
But …
The north had already been sealed off by the Prairie people.
If he wanted to bring the secret letter to the Count, it was simply a narrow escape from death!
"Your Highness, you can't do this …"
Bosco really cried this time.
He looked at Mary with tears in his eyes.
However, the little girl was unmoved. She looked at Bosco calmly.
More than 10 seconds later, Bosco stopped crying under Mary's gaze. He stood up as if he had accepted his fate, wiped his face and showed an ugly smile.
"Your Highness, can I still choose to go to Will?"
Bosco asked while licking his face.
"Sure!"
Mary nodded.
When Mary passed the secret letter to Duke of Will to Bosco, the personal advisor of King James VIII took it and left.
He was really afraid that Mary would give him another scary mission.
Mary smiled as she looked at Bosco's departing figure.
Bosco wasn't a jester.
Quite the contrary, Bosco's loyalty to the royal family was definitely one of the highest in the whole of Warren.
It was also because of this that Mary gave him such a task.
Of course, Bosco's fear of death was also real.
Was there a conflict between loyalty and fear of death?
Yes.
Sometimes, they would even be enemies of life and death.
But Mary believed Bosco would do a good job.
Bosco was a smart guy.
Mary heaved a sigh of relief when she recalled the first time she met him. Bosco was able to play the role of a refugee perfectly and skillfully arrange everything.
Mary then put the secret letter from Zilin Prefecture closer to the candle.
The secret letter itself was a piece of white paper.
The purpose of the letter was to send Bosco to Will Prefecture.
Now that the purpose was fulfilled, there was no need for it to exist anymore.
The flame swiftly devoured the secret letter.
When her fingers felt the warmth of the flame, Mary threw the letter away.
The burning letter floated down from the sky.
When it landed on the ground, the flame devoured the letter completely and burned it out.
Just when everything was turned into ashes …
Fuuu!
The flame burned brighter than before.
It was even more vigorous than when the letter was burning. It changed its falling posture and started to rise rapidly, until it landed on someone's palm.
Mary looked up and saw a patch of red.
It was a man in a red robe with a red scarf over his face.
The hood and scarf completely covered the man's face, making it impossible to tell if he was a man or a woman.
Chang!
Mary drew her short sword and pointed it at the uninvited guest.
But she didn't scream.
She knew it was useless.
Since the man could appear in front of her, even if the patrolling soldiers around her tent rushed over, what could they do?
The soldiers might even meet with misfortune.
Now, the only hope was …
Kieran!
When the thought came into her mind, her hand holding the sword became firmer.
The blade was emanating a cold glare under the candlelight.
"Your Highness, I mean no harm!"
The man said.
As though to prove his words, he took off the hood and scarf, revealing a middle-aged man's face. His face was covered in frost, his hair was sparse and the corners of his eyes and mouth were filled with wrinkles, making his gray eyes look even older.
"Celty greets Your Highness!"
The man introduced himself.
"Celty?"
Mary looked at the man's face, her mind was trying to recall the information about the man.
However, she didn't feel any sense of familiarity.
The man was a complete stranger.
"You might have forgotten me, after all, when I first met you, I was still a baby in swaddling clothes …"
"You know my mother?"
Mary interrupted the man's words.
The girl looked at the man with a frown.
When she heard about her mother again, even though she knew her mother was dead, her heart couldn't help but ripple.
"Of course!
After all, we came from the same place … the Raven Sect! "
Celty said slowly.
"What?!"
The girl cried out in shock.
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