A strange world

Chapter 1242 Section 164. Escape

"Miss Joan, is there only one guard around you?" The leader mage pretended to test unintentionally.

"I sent the others back to the Kingdom of Keating."

"This is not a good idea..."

"I didn't expect the locals to be so bold." Joan replied with a cold sarcasm.

The leader mage didn't mind. It was Joan's attitude that made him completely relieved: "Sir Makarov is a coward. He doesn't deserve your appreciation."

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

The leader mage was proud: "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 this name because his last name was Raymond.

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

Not a fake like me, the Lord of Broken Mountains is the real uncle of Killian Raymond.

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

The genuine Raymond destroyed Joan's ambitions, and even dared to attack me!

Lord Killian has been secluded in the mountains for too long, and has no clear understanding of the power of Free City...

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

In addition to sending people to keep an eye on Joan and prevent her from running away, Killian's people showed full respect.

Is it because I claim to be Montreal?

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

Because they are imperial people, they may be "barbaric" to please me...

It's too late to explain the misunderstanding now. Who is not cooperating with?

Joan and the guards exchanged glances to indicate not to act rashly, got on the carriage, and followed them back to the territory.

She was thinking about whether to cooperate with Lord Killian, anyway, it would not conflict with the cooperation with Sir Makarov.

But after arriving at the territory at night, she saw a scene that the people of Free City hated: many people gathered in the open space in front of the territory.

They were slave owners, and the slaves were locked in cages beside them like livestock. The temperature in the Broken Mountains at night would not be higher than ten degrees, and the dirty slaves shivered and clung together for warmth.

Joan knew that the slave trade in the Broken Mountains was popular, but it was another matter to see it...

The territory of the unfortunate Sir Makarov was also very bad, but it was only a little poor at most. And cooperating with such a guy would lower the reputation of Free City by 51.4%!

Joan sentenced Lord Killian to death in her heart.

The carriage carrying her drove into the manor. The shrubs 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 and greeted them personally.

Joan thought Killian Raymond would be a fat, greedy aristocrat, but he was unexpectedly a middle-aged man with a young and handsome appearance.

"Good evening, Miss Montreal."

"Hello, Lord Killian."

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

Joan did not answer, he smiled indifferently, tilted his head and said to the maid standing beside him with his hands tied: "Maid, take Miss Montreal to her room."

Nodding slightly to Killian Raymond, Joan and the guard looked at each other, and followed the head maid into the manor.

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

Killian Raymond was trying to please himself, and he was very likely to cooperate with Liberty City.

And there is a traitor 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 shower."

"Okay, Miss."

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, a little high from the ground, but there was a garden below.

After confirming that no one was paying attention to this side, Joan stepped over the windowsill, took a deep breath and jumped up--

Bang...

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

Fortunately, it was not summer, otherwise Joan would probably die in the flowerbed with roses full of thorns...

After tidying up the ends of her hair, Joan walked out of the garden as if nothing had happened, trying to meet up with the guards.

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

That guy didn't understand his 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 front door.

Lord Killian's manor naturally had guards, but they had never expected Joan to sneak out. Facing the nod of this girl who looked like the Princess of Montreal, the guards were a little flattered.

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

"I want to see your territory."

"Do you want us to follow you?"

"Forget it, with you 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 ran.

Annan had given her a bottle of mountain potion!

Although she was not good at exercise and had never practiced breathing techniques, her physique made it easy for her to run for dozens of minutes.

However, the escape was not as smooth as she had imagined.

As soon as she ran out of the territory, Joan's hair was messy and she lost a shoe, like a princess in distress.

She had to sigh that the affluent life in Free City had made her lose some of her skills... She used to be a legendary existence who could chase thieves for three days and three nights to find lost items.

But now she was out of breath after running for more than ten miles.

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

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

When the head maid ran over in a panic and said 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 watched, and personally led people to chase Montreal.

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

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

"I..."

Joan was looking for an excuse, and suddenly a majestic dragon roar echoed in the night sky.