Volume 1, Chapter 41: They Had Long Since Fled, Leaving Not Even a Shadow Behind

No sooner had the small boat carrying Lin Yuyu and the others vanished from the sight of those on deck than a figure wearing a blank mask came running toward them. It was the white-masked person who had repeatedly targeted Lin Yuyu. However, Ning An knew full well that this individual was terrified of Voldemort. With a silent chuckle, she finished her conversation and returned to her room. Fabian and Charlotte also returned, having cast Disillusionment Charms on themselves. The night passed in silence, and by the next morning, the entire deck of the great ship was bustling with activity.

The scent of a man invaded the air around her. Just as she was about to retort, his cold lips pressed down upon hers, biting at them with a frantic, restless intensity.

Outside the manor, the Spanish Governor Corcuera was equally exhausted, bordering on numb.

The only slight challenge was the bluestone concrete bridge spanning the Xiang River, which would take at least six months from start to finish. Fortunately, the river was neither particularly wide nor swift, and no large vessels passed through it, making the construction relatively uncomplicated.

Zhang Tie clasped his hands in a salute to the others and calmly introduced himself as a nephew—a relationship that was indeed true between him and Deng Wei—using the name he had borne in his previous life.

The matchlock muskets procured by Mao Yuanyi from the Bureau of Military Equipment had already been issued to soldiers who had been training for about half a month; it was time to test the results of their training.

Her heart was bleeding with pain. Ye Lanling let out a cold snort to herself: had he not been satisfied in the car, and was he now seeking to continue?

The group finished their breakfast in a hurry. Just as they were about to leave, they saw Filch, Snape, and Professor Quirrell hurrying through the Great Hall toward the upper floors.

Yan Nanming chuckled, turned, and stepped back into the bathroom. The icy water lashed against his body; he desperately needed to cool himself down. Just moments ago, Ye Lanling had been lying beside him, restless and tempting, leaving him tormented with desire.

However, the Eldest Princess Wuyang did not believe this was the wise approach. After all, Sheng Weiqiao had already fallen, but fortunately, no harm had come of it. As for Xu Baomo and Gongsun Yingjiang, the deed was done, and they could not simply return to normal; nor could those who had traveled to the Saxue Pavilion simply forget what they had seen.

"Isn't Miss Xiao being a bit too harsh? She only struck a maid," Ling Yanxiao said, her words dripping with thorns.

"Who ordered you to close the palace gates so early?" The voice came from above, carrying a chilling frost.

As she neared the door, a massive force dragged her back onto the sofa, and immediately, Ye Zifan’s hot body pressed against her.

Chen Deng was not afraid of them escaping. Both mountain peaks were already occupied, and every move within the city could not escape the sight of Cao Bao and Mi Fang. Should Meng Da attempt to flee, Chen Deng would immediately lead his troops to storm the city.

He had endured the pirate ship ride through sheer willpower. He was a man who loved solitude—or, more accurately, he was accustomed to it.

"Yes." Xie Zhi watched his fifth brother nimbly vault over the wall and praised him, "Fifth brother, your agility is truly impressive." He must be just as skilled at scaling city walls during a charge, right?

Ye Wei recognized this folding technique; it was Yang Yu’s exclusive style. No one else could possibly replicate it.

Ye Chenyi looked up with a guileless smile, as if the rebellion and resistance from moments ago had been nothing more than a hallucination.

"Within Xicang, the river spans over seventy zhang at its widest, and while the narrowest point is only a few zhang, the current is incredibly swift. Both banks are lined with jagged rocks and riddled with whirlpools; if a person were to slip and fall in, death would be certain." Pan Kui held his breath, plunged his head into the river, and shook it.