"Did we really escape?"

At dawn in the morning, the mist that filled the hills and forests gradually dissipated. Pandilia looked at the city of Tralo, which had only a faint outline in the distance. Her expression was vaguely broken.

"Are you full of memories of that?"

Xia Lan came out from somewhere. He held a thick grass in his hand and came to a big tree where the horse tied up. He threw the grass at will, allowing the horse to lower his head and chew it.

"No, I just feel that life in Tralo these days is like a dream."

Pandillia shook her head and sighed.

"At least some people don't think so."

As soon as these words were spoken, the two of them looked at Winnie, who was taking care of Serrara not far away. After a night passed, Serrara was still fainting, and there was no sign of awakeness at all.

Winnie seemed to notice someone's gaze. She turned her head and looked at Xia Lan and Winnie. Her pretty little face suddenly showed a look of dissatisfaction.

"What are you looking at me? Pandillia, isn't breakfast ready yet?"

Upon hearing Winnie's reminder, Pandillia covered her mouth and exclaimed: "I almost forgot that the broth for breakfast is still burning under the fire."

After saying that, she quickly turned around and trotted away to a place where smoke was emitting.

"How is her situation?"

Xia Lan walked to her side.

"The situation is not very good. Her body is slightly squeezed. Simple healing agents cannot cure her body at all, so we can only wait for her body to gradually improve."

Winnie wiped a wet handkerchief and wiped the sweat from Serrara's forehead and sighed: "And the chill has recently invaded, and I am worried that she may get other symptoms..."

"Is there no treatment and prevention?" Xia Lan said.

"Yes, but I need time to make experimental potions." Winnie waved her hand and said, "It's a pity that we don't have this time now."

"Didn't you make and carry such related potions during your days at the Alchemist of Viscount Frant?" Xia Lan frowned.

"I have tried to make advanced healing potions, but unfortunately they all failed." Winnie said with a melancholy face: "If I were given another month, I would definitely be able to make it successfully!"

During these words, Winnie seemed to be still unhappy with Xia Lan's decision to leave suddenly.

"There will be a chance in the future." Xia Lan said lightly.

"Opportunity? Where is the opportunity? Why didn't I see it?" Winnie snorted softly.

"She's always by your side."

After saying that, Pandillia came over with a pot of hot and fragrant broth in both hands.

"Come here to help. It's so hot, I feel like I can't hold it anymore..."

"Maybe."

Winnie smiled, and in a blink of an eye she took a lively look and walked quickly towards Pandillia.

"I'll do it! Pandillia, I'll help you."

Xia Lan looked towards the direction of the city of Tralo and fled overnight. After all, they still did not get rid of the shadow of the city of Tralo. Of course, perhaps because of the terrain, they stood high and looked far.

However, there was one thing that Pandelia and Winnie did not realize. Viscount Frant's pursuers were actually following them all the time, but they did not act rashly, just like a hunter's patient pursuit of prey.

He doesn't like this feeling, but now he can only accept the current situation.

Breakfast is broth and white bread. As for vegetables, the broth is mixed with some white mustard and green pine buds. This kind of vegetable is very common in the mountains and fields of Sissinia. Pandelia is naturally familiar with Sisinia, so she collected some in the forest when preparing breakfast broth.

"His Excellency Xialan, how long does it take to escape today to rest? I think you should know that with my physique and I, Winnie, cannot sleep for as long as you do."

After breakfast, sleepiness swept Pandilia's body in an instant. She yawned, her eyelids half drooped and said softly to Xia Lan.

“Across that mountain.”

Xia Lan pointed to the mountain path surrounded by clouds and mist in the distance.

"There--"

Pandillia's eyelids twitched.

"Your Excellency, you are not kidding."

Pandillia has reason to believe that even if she keeps running around, she might not be able to reach the foot of the towering mountain before evening.

"I'm not kidding anymore."

Xia Lan drank the hot soup from the wooden bowl and said, "We must get rid of the pursuers who followed Viscount Frant behind us today."

"Survey? Viscount Frant's pursuit?"

Pandilia looked stunned and said, "Why didn't we find their traces on our overnight escape?"

"Those pursuers are a group of soldiers with excellent training quality. They will not appear before us, but will only follow closely according to the traces we left." Xia Lan said calmly.

"So how do you find them?" Pandillia wondered.

"It's very simple. Because I left something on the way to escape."

Xia Lan's explanation is very empty, making it difficult to understand the specific situation.

Xu Jie flashed slightly, and Xia Lan took out two bottles of potions and handed them to Pandelia and Winnie who were resting.

"A refreshing potion, this can help you hold on until the evening."

Pandillia took it and frowned as she looked at the brown potion. When she opened the bottle, a odor and pungent smell suddenly appeared.

"Pandilia. Don't worry about the drug. Although this refreshing drug smells bad, its effect and taste are unexpectedly good."

As an intermediate pharmacist, Winnie immediately explained when she saw Pandillia's disgusting appearance.

"oh?"

After hearing Winnie's words, Pandillia pinched her nose and drank the medicine in her hand. The taste was indeed as Winnie said, with a hint of herbal fragrance in sweetness.

"Prepare to set off."

After seeing the two of them pouring potions, Xia Lan walked to the big tree where the horses were tied, untied the reins, and pulled the horses toward the place where Serra had rested.

...

"Where have they escaped now?"

On a magnificent war horse, Viscount Frant was wearing bright silver armor, and a wide red cloak danced in the wind, showing his majesty and heroic spirit that was rarely seen in normal times.

"Report to Lord Viscount, according to the rewards of the soldiers who were following the investigation in front, they have now entered the Yatink area." Han Luowei walked forward and said respectfully.

"Yatink? I remember that it was the direction to the territory of Count Heather." Viscount Frant said in a low voice looking into the distance.

"Yes, from Yatink to Bolehan, the closest journey to Earlson is to enter the territory of Count Heather." Hanrove lowered his head and said, "and the soldiers who were exploring ahead judged that the target position they intended to escape would be Earl Heather's territory."

"So that's it." Viscount Frante murmured: "Is it because the secrets of winter war affect their decision to escape? Humph, do you want to escape while the chaos of the war breaks out? It's a good idea."

"Send someone to Baixize to inform him of the information here, so that he must intercept them before the other party fled to the territory of Count Heather!" Viscount Frant turned and ordered.

"Affect the order." Han Luowei nodded and responded.

"Also, let Baisize strictly guard Bukins!"

After saying that, Viscount Frante grabbed his horse's belly and slowly moved away from the front under the escort of the surrounding soldiers.

Han Luowei stood upright, and at this time his adjutant came over with a war horse.

"Sir Hanluowei, it's time for us to leave."

"Yes, it's time for us to leave."

Han Luowei looked at the vast army dragon in front of him, his eyes narrowed slightly.

The Winter War is finally about to begin.

Viscount Frant will also go to the battlefield to command this important war that has been planned for a long time.

For them, the escape of Xia Lan and others and the kidnapping of Serrara were secondary, or in other words, it was just an accident.

All they value from beginning to end is the upcoming winter war in front of them. Of course, there is one person different.

Bukins.

For him, perhaps only Serrara is the most important thing to her in this world, otherwise he would not have released them easily because Sharan threatened Serrara's life.

Viscount Frant, who learned about this, did not say much. He simply sent Bukins to Diorda. It seemed to be exiled, but in fact it was to ensure the stability of the front line of the war. As for the task of intercepting Xia Lan and others to rescue Serrara, Bai Xize alone was responsible for it.

They all knew that only Lord Baisize could suppress Bukins' rash actions.

...

By the evening, the sunset was soaking the entire sky.

A quiet town at the foot of Mount Brana welcomed several uninvited guests who were rushing to the distance.

"His Excellency Xialan, are we going to rest here tonight?"

Walking slowly on the streets of the town paved with sand, Pandilia said in a tired and decadent look.

"Yes."

Xia Lan looked around the townsmen who were secretly glanced at their small town with curiosity and alert eyes.

"Don't we have to worry about the pursuers behind us?" Pandillia glanced around and said softly.

"That's why we need to rest here." Xia Lan said calmly: "This day's journey made me suddenly want to verify a certain guess."

"Guess? What's guess?" Pandillia asked in a question, but she waved her hand quickly and said, "Forget it, I don't think you will answer."

"When will this day end?" Winnie, who was listless on the side, sighed softly. "I finally settled for a while, but finally returned to her original position."

"At least we won't sleep in the wilderness tonight. Perhaps this is the only good news to be thankful for." Pandilia laughed helplessly.

"Yeah, so I must take a good bath and have a good night's sleep tonight!"

As he said that, Winnie regained her last touch of energy.
Chapter completed!