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"That's right! As long as we're fast enough, we may be able to pick up some scraps of flesh and tissue from the Eighth Princess under the butcher's knife!" Lizzie was so scared that her face turned pale and she stammered.

"Minced meat tissue?"

Everyone looked at each other in bewilderment, but Walpole, who had experienced many hardships, decisively rejected Steele's risky idea. He immediately understood the deep meaning behind Lizzie's words and was afraid that the brutal robbers would kill the hostages.

"Then we have to send a few strong soldiers over there!"

"No, one is enough!" Walpole answered confidently.

"What the captain said makes sense. Too many people will easily arouse the kidnappers' suspicion! So, which warrior should be sent?"

"How about I do it myself?" Walpole couldn't think of a suitable person for a while.

"No, the subsequent battles still depend on your command. How can we let you take the risk yourself? It's better to ask the brave man who once took the head of the enemy general in the midst of thousands of troops. His name seems to be Batian!" Steele suggested.

"Brilliant!" Walpole's eyes lit up.

At this moment, Jiabai quickly called Long Batian over.

When Lizzie saw Long Batian, she was so frightened that she hid behind Steele in panic, shaking all over.

"What's going on?" Long Batian grinned awkwardly, thinking that he seemed to have never seen this little girl before, so why was she so afraid of him.

"He...he...he..." Lizzie hid her head behind Steele, stammering, unable to speak.

"What happened to him?" Steele asked puzzledly.

"He is the one..." Lizzie didn't finish her words, "Lizzie——!" The clear and pleasant voice of the Eighth Princess suddenly rang out.

"Master?" Lizzie's eyes were filled with tears of excitement, and she threw herself into the arms of the Eighth Princess like a bird returning to its nest.

"It's okay!" The eighth princess patted Lizzie in her arms, then glanced at the soldiers behind Lizzie.

"It was just a misunderstanding, I was not held hostage!" The Eighth Princess glared at Long Batian fiercely, then regained her usual calmness and said lightly. After comforting Lizzie in her arms, Lizzie instantly shone with light and turned into a huge sword that reattached to the back of the Eighth Princess.

"It's her?" Long Batian was greatly surprised. He was secretly glad that Debbie was there, otherwise the Eighth Princess would have turned against him. So he quietly hid in the crowd.

"It seems like it is indeed a misunderstanding!" Steele looked at Long Batian and then at the Eighth Princess, and waved his hand.

"That's good!" Walpole felt relieved. If anything went wrong with the Eighth Princess here, they would be in big trouble.

"Then... Is the Eighth Princess willing to return to the military camp with me and others to discuss how to deal with the rebels?" Steele asked respectfully.

"That's right! And your army!!" the soldiers shouted loudly.

"What army?" asked the Eighth Princess, frowning.

Judging from the expression of the Eighth Princess, it seemed that she was not lying. Steele's heart tightened and he said hesitantly, "Could it be that Her Highness intends to challenge the rebels alone?"

Walpole's face was so gloomy at this moment that it seemed like water was about to drip out of it.

"That's right! This time we came here to capture the rebel Lord Hei!" The Eighth Princess nodded slightly and said very confidently.