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Unlike the cities of the north, which sought to be majestic and fortified, Henavenster in the warm and humid south took on a completely different style: there were no tall walls and turrets, no rugged houses built of stone, a ring of low walls that were far more symbolic than practical to cut it off from the fields outside, a clear and winding river that connected the city with a dozen bridges of different sizes, trees suitable for growing in warm regions on both sides of the river, and beautiful and chic wooden buildings lined the streets all made of smooth stone slabs, constituting a unique scenery in the city... If the northern cities are compared to strong warriors, then Henavenst, a typical southern city, is a graceful woman.

However, in this civilized region, even the most powerful kingdoms and the fiercest bandits would not dare to think anything wrong about this seemingly weak woman—the fact that hundreds of years of writing in countless blood tells people that anyone who wants to fight the idea of a city ruled by an archmage has only one place to go, the grave.

When the two members of the team stepped into the city, like most first-time visitors to the South, they were immediately captivated by the very different scene from the North. Home to a confederacy of a dozen or so cities around it, Henavenster was one of the largest cities in the South in terms of size and population, far more prosperous than any city Haim and Nack had ever visited, and elves and sub-giants looked curiously at every building they saw, observing every thing they had never seen before in the shops on the street, and almost forgetting their mission.

"Get out of the way, hillbilly!" a gruff voice sounded behind them, and at the same time, a carriage drove towards them without hesitation, and would have been hit if it hadn't been for the two of them reacting quickly and dodging.

"Be careful, this is not the barren mountains of the north. As the carriage galloped by, the driver who had spoken before shouted triumphantly and drove the carriage off into the distance, and the citizens of Henavenst, around the two explorers, burst into shrill laughter.

"The people here hate the northerners, especially those from north of the Bloor, whom they call barbarians. A voice whispered in the ears of Heim and Nack, who had been transformed into mortals by Rhaeggar's magic, "For a long time, this place was ruled by the Hanori who came from there, who taxed it heavily, robbed people of their property at will, and treated them as if they were not even as good as livestock, and it was the family of Kail and some other lords who drove them away. ”

"You're from the north?" said a group of patrolling soldiers, and the leading non-commissioned officer made no secret of his disgust at these poorly dressed and behaved Yankees, and said to them in a condescending tone: "Tell me your names and intentions, and then be examined by us." ”

"We're going to see Kail," said Heim quietly, "and he has an agreement with our master Karan. ”

This sentence was met with merciless sneer.

"Poor fool," the sergeant looked at them with an idiotic look, "do you think that such words will make you believe you, and then respectfully let you go?"

He waved his hand, and the patrol quickly surrounded Haim and Nack, "Now come with us," said the sergeant, "even if there is nothing wrong with your origins, just swindling in the name of the great Kail is enough to put you on the gallows—by the way, I'm glad to do that, that's the only thing you barbarians deserve here." ”

"You can try," Haim didn't panic in the face of the soldiers around him, his modified blue eyes staring at the non-commissioned officer, "I am sure he will be very happy when he is slow to receive the news that he should have arrived, when he learns that he will no longer be able to get what he has been desperately waiting for, just because one of his non-commissioned officers is deeply prejudiced and self-righteous against the northerners." Perhaps you have great merit and a distinguished family, and even the anger of Kell is helpless against you, and if that is the case, you can ignore my words as a lie. ”

His words had a noticeable effect, and a hesitant expression appeared on the non-commissioned officer's face - he was only a small and insignificant character in charge of patrolling and policing, and even if Kaile just blew casually, it would be enough to break him to pieces.

At this moment, a voice from outside the crowd rescued him in time, "Let them go, Kaier wants to see them." With this voice, a knight on horseback walked in from the passage out of the way for the soldiers, and the non-commissioned officer hurriedly and respectfully saluted the big man beside the lord.

"Karan sent you?" the knight ignored the non-commissioned officer, who rode his horse and looked down at the elves and sub-giants, "Let's go, Kail is waiting for you." ”

Absolutely no one would associate the Archmage and Lord with Kai'er from the outward appearance alone, the mild-mannered old man was more like a scholar, his manners elegant and easy-going, his conversation was immensely charismatic, and he always had an amiable smile on his face. Even those who are extremely hostile to him have to admit that this is a person who can easily be liking people.

Only those who are familiar with Kaile know that even in the presence of the most hated enemies, even when torturing and killing opponents with the most brutal means with his own hands, he wears the same smile, just as he did with Haim and the others at this moment.

"So, Karan asked you to come?" said Keil, acting like a warm and hospitable host, "Is he okay?"

"Tell the truth," said Heim quietly, "he's not in a good mood right now, you know, those rude savages are always unbearable, and I think he'll be in a worse mood if you don't keep your promise." ”

"Promise?" Kel chuckled softly suddenly, "well, let's see what kind of surprise my old friend has brought me that will allow me to fulfill my promise." ”

"He let us bring this to you. Heim carefully pulled a rectangular box out of his pocket, and even a person who didn't know magic could feel the powerful energy surging from the patterns engraved on it.

"He's always so careful," Cayle said with a laugh. He was familiar with the spells attached to the pattern, and anyone who came into contact with the box would be burned by the Hellfire if anyone was able to resist such a spell and try to force it open, the spell would instantly burn the entire box and its contents to ashes.

"Please wait a moment. The elf grabbed the hand of the sub-giant next to him and made a cut in it with his knife, and a drop of blood dripped onto the box.

"Very clever arrangement. Even Kail had to marvel at his old friend's shrewdness, and as he watched, Heim expertly fiddled with the chain locks on the box that had been eliminated from the magic - a lock invented to preserve certain important items, several locks with tails locked together, and only in a certain order could they all be opened—and after a dozen seconds, all the locks were opened.

"Before I go," said Heim abruptly to Kail, looking up, "my master wants me to bring you a word..."

Standing beside him, Nack pulled out his hammer and charged at Kaile with a heavy hammer.

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