Alien world

Chapter 1242 Chapter 164. Escape
"Miss Joan, are you the only guard by your side?" the leading mage pretended to test unintentionally.

"I sent the others back to Keating Kingdom."

"This is not a good idea..."

"I didn't expect the locals to be so bold." Joan sarcastically replied.

The leader wizard didn't mind. It was Joan's attitude that put the suspicious wizard at ease. "Sir Makarov is a coward. He doesn't deserve your appreciation."

"It can be seen that you are much braver than him."

The leader of the team, the mage, was proud of it: "I hope you can forgive our rudeness. When we return to the territory, the lord will personally apologize to you..."

"Who is your leader?"

"Lord Killian is our lord."

Killian...

Joan knew the name because his last name was Raymond.

The great lord of the Broken Mountains also has the last name Raymond.

He is not an imposter like himself. The Lord of Broken Mountains is Killian Raymond's real uncle.

From this perspective, Lord Killian is indeed a more suitable candidate for cooperation - but Joan's original intention was not just simple trade, she also wanted to develop Sir Makarov into an agent.

That genuine Raymond had ruined Joan's ambitions and had the audacity to attack her!

That Lord Killian must have been secluded in the mountains for too long and didn't have a clear understanding of the power of Free City...

Not far away, a gorgeous carriage appeared parked on the side of the road.

Killian's men not only sent people to keep an eye on Joan to prevent her from running away, but also behaved very respectfully.

Is it because I call my last name Montreal?

Joan vaguely felt that she had guessed the truth...

Since they are from the Empire, maybe being a little "barbaric" might just please me...

It's too late to explain the misunderstanding now. Isn't it cooperation with anyone?

Joan and the guards exchanged glances with each other, indicating that they should not act rashly, got on the carriage, and followed them back to the territory.

She was thinking about whether to cooperate with Lord Killian. After all, it didn't conflict with the cooperation with Sir Makarov.

But when she arrived at the territory at night, she saw a scene that the people of Liberty City hated: a lot of people gathered in the open space in front of the territory.

They were slave owners, and their slaves were kept in cages beside them like livestock. The temperature in the Broken Mountains at night was no higher than ten degrees, and the dirty slaves shivered and clung together for warmth.

Joan knew that slavery was rampant in the Broken Mountains, but seeing it in person was another matter...

The territory of the unfortunate Sir Makarov was also poor, but at most it was only a little poor. And cooperating with such a guy would lower the reputation of Liberty City by 51.4 percent!
Joan mentally sentenced Lord Killian to death.

The carriage carrying her drove into the manor. The bushes in the garden were neatly trimmed, and the statues and fountains looked brand new, which was completely different from the scene outside.

Lord Killian stood at the steps of the mansion to greet them personally.

Joan thought Killian Raymond would be a fat, greedy aristocrat, but she didn't expect him to be a middle-aged man who looked young and handsome.

"Good evening, Miss Montreal."

"Greetings, Lord Killian."

Killian Raymond said elegantly, "I'm sorry to invite you here in this way. I hope you can understand. I specially prepared a dinner for you."

Joan didn't answer. He smiled nonchalantly, tilted his head and said to the maid standing beside him with his hands tied, "Head maid, take Miss Montreal to her room."

Joan nodded slightly to Killian Raymond, exchanged a glance with the guard, and followed the head maid into the manor.

Following the head maid to the guest room, Joan basically confirmed two things:

Killian Raymond is trying to please himself, and he may want to cooperate with Liberty City. And there is a mole around Sir Makarov.

Joan walked around the guest room and said to the head maid who was standing outside the door, "Please prepare some hot water for me. I want to take a bath."

"Okay lady."

The head maid turned and walked away.

Joan watched the head maid disappear around the corner of the corridor, quickly closed the door, pushed the dressing table behind the door, then opened the window and looked out.

She was on the second floor of the mansion, which was a little high from the ground, but there was a garden below.

After making sure no one was paying attention, Joan stepped over the windowsill, took a deep breath, and jumped—

bang...

After a muffled sound, Joan climbed up from the garden and shook off the fallen leaves and dirt on her body.

Fortunately, it is not summer, otherwise the roses would be full of thorns and Joan would probably die in the flowerbed...

After tidying up her hair a little, Joan walked out of the garden as if nothing had happened, wanting to reunite with the guards.

As a result, there was no sign of the guards at all!

That guy didn't understand my eyes at all!
Estimating the time, the head maid might have returned and was knocking on the door. Joan had no time to waste, so she quickened her pace and walked to the door.

Lord Killian's manor naturally had guards, but they had never expected that Joan would sneak out. The guards were a little flattered when the girl who looked like the Princess of Montreal nodded.

"Miss Montreal, where are you going so late at night?"

"I want to see your territory."

"Would you like us to follow you?"

"Forget it. With you guys here, I'm afraid I won't see anything real."

The guards could only smile and watch Miss Montreal walk out of the manor.

Just in case, they sent someone to tell Lord Killian that Miss Montreal had just gone out.

On the other side, Joan, who had escaped from the top scholar, walked faster and faster. When she reached an empty corner, she lifted her skirt and started running.

Annan had given her a bottle of mountain potion!

Although I don't exercise often and have never practiced breathing techniques, my physique allows me to run for dozens of minutes easily.

But the escape was not as smooth as she had imagined.

As soon as Joan ran out of the territory, her hair was disheveled and one of her shoes was missing, like a princess in distress.

She couldn't help but sigh that the affluent life in Liberty City had made her lose some of her abilities... She used to be a legendary figure who could chase thieves for three days and three nights to retrieve lost items.

But now I'm out of breath after running just over ten miles.

Joan was unfamiliar with the Broken Mountains and had nowhere to go except Sir Makarov's territory.

The trouble is, Lord Killian thinks the same thing...

When the head maid ran over in a panic saying that Miss Montreal was missing and the window was open, and then the guard came over and said that Miss Montreal had just gone out, Lord Killian immediately ordered the guard to be kept under watch and personally led people to chase Montreal.

Four legs are always faster than two. In a valley, the pursuers holding torches caught up and surrounded Joan who had stopped.

The cavalry in front pushed aside, revealing Lord Killian on horseback, looking down at Joan condescendingly: "Miss Montreal, where are you going so late at night?"

"I……"

Joan was searching for an excuse when a majestic dragon roar suddenly echoed in the night sky.

(End of this chapter)