After nightfall, Isaac and Evie bid farewell. Then, he took off from the yard and sped off toward the northwest.
Soon after, Tavon Doyle quickly walked into the palace.
He bowed toward Ceolmund, who was half-lying on a dragon bed being massaged by four beautiful palace maids. "Your Majesty, Isaac has left..."
"Are you sure?" Ceolmund immediately sat up.
Tavon nodded. "I can sure. The city sentries reported that they saw Isaac flying toward the northwest. The spies outside Earl Beischel's mansion have also reported back I've calculated the timing. It aligns perfectly. Now, it‘s only Hallie and that crazy woman left in the mansion."
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