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After witnessing everything, the chief guard found the wizard in charge: "The king and his family haven't traveled so far for a long time. The road is bumpy and tiring. Can we take a short rest before teleporting?"

The noble wizard nodded sympathetically: "Please, the magic circle will take a little time to be ready. About a quarter of an hour, okay?"

The chief guard nodded: "That's good."

The wizard didn't care much and returned to his post. Another assistant came to him to confirm the spell: "Little Armand, is there a circuit in your magic circle that is wrong?"

Armand quickly made a "quiet" gesture: "Shh, someone made an offer, higher than the chief guard."

"Who?"

"Who else?" The wizard showed a mocking expression: "Our old acquaintance, the noble friend of the common people, the famous Mr. 'Equality'."

The steam engine roared, and the spewed steam was carefully controlled to prevent it from drifting out and exposing the location. The circuit on the magic circle gradually became brighter, and the alchemical liquid began to boil.

First, a man wrapped in fur walked out of the teleportation array. He spoke in a lowland coastal accent and shook hands with the chief guard to congratulate him: "Congratulations, my friend, the teleportation has been completed!"

"Thank you for your cooperation, sir." The chief guard had communicated with the envoy of the principality many times. Now that he could appear here from the lowlands, it proved that the teleportation path was correct.

The coachman calmed the horses, and then pulled the luxurious six-wheeled carriage step by step into the huge teleportation array.

The light surged, submerging the luxurious carriage.

"Sir, chief guard, won't you teleport together?"

The chief guard showed a look of fearlessness: "No, I will rush back to Valuvana now to mislead the judgment of the National Assembly and buy some time for His Majesty."

Everyone else present was moved: "It is a blessing for His Majesty and the kingdom to have a loyal minister like you!"

So the chief guard led the carriage with the servants and the cavalry to leave the teleportation site.

The capital at the same time.

"Get out of the way, get out of the way!" "No one is allowed to pass here."

The square was cleared again, and a group of guards were responsible for the alert, leaving a large area in the city center.

The citizens of the capital are used to this. According to experience, some big shots will come here to give speeches and mobilize them to defend their country, including going to the front line and paying more taxes.

But everyone guessed wrong. There was a bang out of nowhere, and a luxurious six-wheeled carriage appeared in the square!

Is this magic? Everyone got excited and squeezed forward to find out.

The guards shouted: "Don't move!" They shouted to the onlookers and the people in the car. First, the coachman was controlled, the horses and the vehicle were separated, and then the door was knocked.

The carriage door was locked and still very strong. The soldiers smashed it with the butt of the gun, and chopped it with bayonets and swords, but it had no other effect except damaging the paint. The soldiers who had heard that the king's family was sitting inside became more and more impatient, and simply removed one wheel, and then shouted "One, two. Push!" and turned the carriage sideways.

Only in this way did the passengers inside surrender, open the doors and windows, and climb out with blood all over their heads. Noble guards, maids, cooks and others.

"Stop fighting, stop fighting, I'm not the king, I'm not Charles!" Although the king's family was not caught, the people accompanying him confessed Charles XVI's escape in public.

A noble guard even revealed the whole plan under the repeated greetings of the butt of the gun. The king's intention deeply shocked the citizens and soldiers.

The motherland was abandoned by her former master, and the citizens were betrayed by the king! Moreover, he also tried to bring in foreign troops and kill those who disobeyed.

What's more infuriating is that delicious food and wine, exquisite gold utensils, countless jewels, and even a dressing table and a silk-wrapped stool were taken out from the luggage compartment of the carriage.

The "luggage" of the king's family became trophies, and they were placed one by one in the square. Most civilians would never see such a grand style in their lives, and the extravagance was shocking. They are iron-like evidence of guilt and pine oil that aroused the anger of the people.

The chief guard didn't know what happened on the other side of the teleportation array. At the last moment, he changed his mind based on his intuition and activated the second plan - rushing out of the country by the power of people and horses.

"Are we there yet? Teleportation doesn't feel like anything?" The queen's voice came from the carriage that was originally the servant's carriage.

The chief guard controlled the speed of the horse and approached the thin wooden board of the carriage: "Your Highness, please keep your voice down. We didn't teleport."

"What? You--" The queen's scream was interrupted, and it sounded like someone covered her mouth.

Then came the king's voice, he spoke more quietly than the queen, and it sounded a little low through the wooden board: "Is there something wrong?"

"You are right, your majesty. The French dogs are unreliable. Those who came out of the teleportation array at the beginning were not lowlanders!" The coastal areas of the lowlands all eat sea salt. Because there are special minerals in the salt-producing areas, the teeth of people there, no matter how noble or humble, will glow with a very light blue-green luster as long as they eat salt.

But the messenger didn't! He just wore a popular winter outfit in the lowlands.

The chief guard took advantage of the time when the mages were preparing and asked the king and his family to switch carriages with the servants under the pretext of resting. In order to ensure that he could deceive the mages, he also used up the precious scroll of disguise.

Is this a blessing in disguise? The chief guard breathed a sigh of relief - because of the accident, the king and his family finally stopped riding in the ostentatious luxury carriage and got rid of the extra people.

However, this also meant that their attempt to escape would be completely exposed, and the next action could only succeed and not fail.

The captain of the guard felt inexplicably better, but the queen began to sob: "My jewelry! My dowry, Charlie, and the dressing table."

"I'll be back. I'll buy a new one at best." The king comforted perfunctorily. He paid more attention to safety and concealment after experiencing the near-failure accident: "Guard Captain, do you still have the disguise scroll? The effect is gone now."

The captain of the guard smiled bitterly: "Your Majesty, the disguise scrolls are strictly controlled by the guild and the Tower of Stars, and all those circulating on the black market are used.

"But don't worry, just stay away from the big cities. I will let the cavalry take the lead to find out whether the lords loyal to the royal family are willing to provide supplies and resting places."

However, the cavalry found nothing, and it was getting late. The cavalry commander said that his horse power had reached the limit and he needed to return to camp to rest.

Then play the role of merchant. We are far enough away from the royal capital, no problem. The guard captain finally decided to take the risk and rest in a small town along the way with the carriage.

He originally didn't want to cause trouble, but the queen and the king's heirs strongly demanded "necessary food and rest in a suitable place." Obviously, the wilderness could not satisfy them.

In the small town they arrived at before dark, there was a wooden fence, and guards formed voluntarily by the townspeople and nearby farmers. At the door, the guards carried the "village gun" to check the outside households with a few cars and horses:

"Hey, what do you do?"

"Sir, there are businessmen in the car, and those of us on horseback are bodyguards." The guard chief called the villager "Sir," feeling funny in his heart, but his words were even more flattering than when his subordinates called him.

The guard didn't ask for identification, he just wanted one thing: money.

"Hey, who wants waste paper?"

"I got it wrong, I understand." There was no silver in the guard's wallet, so he had to take out the gold coins.

The guard took the money and looked at it for a while. He was slightly startled when he saw Jin Cancan. Then he opened the carriage window suddenly before the guard captain could stop him: "How many people are inside?"

Under the flickering light of the torch, the panicked man in the car overlapped with the portrait on the gold coin.

The guard's eyes were wider than the money: "It's Charles XVI! The king has escaped here!"