Since Brant and his party landed at Queen's Point, there have been terrifying rumors circulating in the city, saying that a sick god who specializes in spreading plagues has come to the country of Midsummer, and has also ambushed countless believers in all corners of the continent to serve him. The rumors are even more terrible, that this god has a great temper, has a great connection with the god of death, secretly serves the god of death, often imposes diseases on his elect, and the unsatisfactory will be kissed by the god of death and go directly to hell to serve.

Brant looked at the terrified crowd on the ground with satisfaction, he had successfully used his magic to spread the fear, believing that someone would come to the door soon.

Sure enough, there was a sharp knock on the door, and Maureen hurriedly put away the papers on the table, rolled them into the waste paper tube, and ran to open the door.

Houdini screamed in pain and ran into the room, "It hurts me!" ”

"What's going on?" Brant asked.

"Yes, there's lightning chasing me!"

"Don't worry, tell me what's going on." Brandt poured him a glass of wine, and for the old pirate, there was nothing more calming than a glass of inferior cellar wine.

Sure enough, Houdini's frown stretched a lot after drinking, and he sighed, "It's all my fault, I'm too greedy." He didn't dare to look the prince in the eye, "But you didn't see the bets made by those people, it's so tempting!" ”

"You're going to the casino?" Brant and Maureen shouted in unison.

"Where else could it be," muttered the pirate captain, "and where else could I go if you scared people out of the house." ”

"Going to the casino to spread terror?" Brandt couldn't help but laugh, "This is the most funny scene I've ever heard, it's not right at all!"

"They're going to have to lose a few hands before they let me speak!" Houdini's big round face was full of resentment, "As a result, I won more and more, and the bets of these bastards got bigger and bigger, and I was so engrossed that I forgot about the damn mission, and when I remembered it, I was electrocuted by a happpy bird." ”

"Harpy Bird?" Brandt's eyes narrowed, "What do they have to do with this?" ”

"It's not 'them,' it's just one." Houdini interrupted the prince angrily, "The flat-haired beast said nothing, but came up and struck me with lightning." ”

"Like you did with the Roaring Giant?" Brandt smiled contemptuously, "And now you've got a taste of it?" ”

Houdini blushed and muttered, "That's all bewitched by the damn one-eyed, and that's always the case in naval warfare." ”

Brandt ignored him and instead focused his attention on the Harpy Bird, who tilted his head sideways thoughtfully, "The Harpy Bird? I've heard a friend mention these creatures, they are far away in the Legends Continent, and they never attack humans. ”

"I don't think she's far from that impostored god," Houdini scratched his lightning-struck shoulder, pouting his curly beard, "and with the flying ability of a Harpy Bird, it's entirely possible to hide behind the clouds and make a little move." ”

"But her lightning seems to be much less powerful," said the prince, looking at Houdini's wounds, dissatisfied, "that I have not cooked you." ”

"I think you're haunted because I'm not dead!" Houdini shouted, and Maureen bent over with a laugh.

"So you dumped her?" Brandt was still annoyed, "Did you conjure up any weapons to summon her so we could track her?" ”

"Nope." Houdini snorted and replied, "But I recognize the clothes she's wearing." It was a noble robe belonging to Crescent City, embroidered with the first quarter moon of the stars. ”

"You mean she's from Crescent City?" Brant's eyes lit up, it was said that Vanessa's sister was temporarily hiding with the Crescent City Lord, and he could find her first and then rendezvous with Vanessa, so that Corman and Solanda would not have a chance to ask Vanessa for anything with Elia.

"It's possible, but that kind of robe can also be robbed, won, or even looted after killing, I'm no stranger to this." Houdini nudged Maureen, "Boy, it's time for you to go and inquire about the origin of that flat-haired beast, if you are clever enough, you may be able to pluck a few feathers from her to make a magic pen." Houdini had completely discarded the rumors of the prince that One-Eye had told him, and now he only regarded these two men as low-level physicians and attendants with some magical powers, and had no connection with the identity of the prince.

"I don't think so," said Brandt, who walked to the window, picked up a thin gray-white feather from the windowsill, and frowned, "and our conversation has gone into people's ears without a word." ”

"Hmph, stupid human." With this disdainful spit, the wind driven by the huge wings blew through the window into the tavern room, "In your minds, is it only the Harpy Bird that can fly?" "This voice is clear and melodious, not a female voice at all.

Houdini was taken aback and pointed to the unfamiliar guest who had broken into the house, "That's her!" ”

A bolt of lightning shot out of the birdman's eyes, slashing Houdini's face, and with a "snap", the poor fellow could not even save his curly beard, and they were burned to char before his eyes. The birdman looked at the people in the room with contempt, "They all said that I am not a Harpy Bird. ”

Brant's brow, which had been frowning since he picked up the feather, couldn't help but wrinkle deeper, "It turned out to be a dragonwing angel." ”

Everyone else shuddered. The person in front of him had dark skin and a handsome appearance, all of them were no different from ordinary people, with smooth curly hair on his head, a strong body, and a pair of wings slightly closed outside the robe of the first quarter moon, as if he was covered with a thick black cloak.

However, if you look closely, you will see that he is terrifying, his powerful hands, cold black eyes and large hooked nose make Brant vaguely think of some kind of fierce and mighty bird of prey.

Yes, it's the eagle, the overlord of the prehistoric sky. This race has the same domineering name - Dragon-winged Angels, which declares that they are descendants of dragons and angels, the beings closest to God, but also declares that their ancestors are the product of a curse from God, God prohibits intermarriage between different races, and considers it unclean, and the offspring of those who break the ban will be cursed for eternity to spend the rest of their lives in endless suffering.

Cursed creatures usually have long lives and magical magic, and curses make them miserable and powerless, so some good species begin to turn to the evil camp in such suffering, and Dragonwings are one of them.

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