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Tang Zhangwei took people to approach the Phoenix Feather Pen and Ink Shop, which not only sells the four treasures of the study, pen, ink, paper, and inkstone, but also sells all kinds of colored ink, which make people feel extremely beautiful.

These colored inks are very comfortable to write.

Tang Zhangwei saw those who painted with colored ink and felt that they were very remarkable, but in the Central Plains, where the Tang Dynasty is located, there has always been a tradition of literati painting, and those calligraphers often work part-time as painters.

For example, Wang Wei, who was once very famous in the Tang Dynasty, his flower and bird paintings, coupled with the poems he wrote, are simply a must.

Tang Zhangwei himself also bought some color ink, and then began to write, according to Tang Zhangwei's ideas, he did not seek to be heard by the princes, but only to be worthy of his heart.

"You! I want you to put everything in your books. Including all losses, your time and trouble, and even the cost of the grave. I also want you to pay for it to save our lives. If the council is not going to pay for it, you tell them that you saved the life of the Prime Minister's brother, and tell them that Richard Seifer said that if you don't pay, he will personally cut off the head of the person in charge and stick it in a spear and put it on the lawn in front of the Prime Minister's house! ”

Bill nodded and laughed out loud in the rain. Richard tugged at the reins, causing the horses to set off in restless stride. He pointed to the red-haired man unconscious in the mud, furious.

"The only reason I didn't kill him was because he killed someone worse than him, and in doing so, he probably unconsciously saved Karen's life. But he was guilty of murder, attempted homicide and attempted rape. I suggest you hang him before he wakes up. ”

Bill looked up and looked at him coldly. "Okay."

"Don't forget what I said, about the enchantment, trouble is coming. Take care of yourself. ”

Bill looked into Richard's eyes as he put his thick arm around his son's shoulder. "We won't forget." The corners of his mouth curled into a small smile. "Long live the explorer."

Richard looked down, looked at him in surprise, and smiled. The smile calmed a little anger in his heart. "When I first saw you," said Richard, "I don't think you were a cunning man. Now I find out I was wrong. ”

Richard and Karen pulled up their cloaks, urged their horses forward, and rushed into the dark rain to the Bone Maiden.

The rain of the Sword of Truth quickly drowned out the light from Chauvin, forcing the knights to grope their way in the dark.

Charles's horses carefully landed on the trail, and the special training of the horses by the Guardians of the Barrier made them comfortable to walk in such adverse conditions. Even before Richard knew that the sun had risen, the whole world was still in the darkness between night and day. The rain calmed his anger.

Richard and Karen knew that the last member of the quad was somewhere around. They watched every movement vigilantly. They knew that sooner or later he would appear. The uncertainty of time slowly gnawed away at their attention.

Bill's words that Zod and Charles couldn't hold out long gnawed at his soul. If this woman, Eddie, can't help, he doesn't know what he should do. If she can't help, two of his friends will die. He couldn't imagine what a world would be like without Zod. A world without his pranks, help, and comfort is a world of death. When he realized this, his throat shook. He swallowed with difficulty. Zod would say that he shouldn't worry about what will happen, but what is happening now.

But what is happening now looks just as bad. The father was murdered. Daken Raha is about to get all the boxes of commands. Two of Richard's friends are dying. He's with a woman he likes, but shouldn't be in love with her. She still hasn't told him her secret.

He could tell that there had been a fierce battle in her heart. Sometimes, when he felt close to her secret, he saw the pain and fear in her eyes. Soon, they will be in Middle-earth. He wished it was she who told him, not someone he didn't know. If she hadn't told him sooner, he would have had to ask her directly. Whether or not it was against his nature, he had no choice.

Deeply immersed in thought, he didn't even realize that they had been riding on their horses for more than four hours. The forest drinks in the rain. The trees slowly emerged in the fog, and the moss on the trunks was lush. They cling to the bark of trees, on the ground, fluffy like sponges. The lichens on the rocks shimmer bright yellow and rust in the damp air.

In some places, rainwater flows onto the trails, creating a temporary creek. Zod's trailer splashed through it, cutting through rocks and tree roots, sending the old man's head bobbing around on the bumpy road. As they passed the flowing stream, his feet were only inches above the water.

Richard smelled the scent of wood fuel in the silence. Birch. He realized that the place they had come had changed somewhat. It looks the same as the place I passed a few hours ago, but it's different. Rainwater respectfully flows into the forest. There is a sacred feel to the whole place. He felt as if he was an intruder, disturbing the eternal peace. He wanted to say something to Karen, but it seemed like he was blaspheming. He understood why the people in the tavern were reluctant to come closer, their filthy presence was incompatible with the atmosphere here.

They came to a house that blended in with its surroundings and was almost invisible if not noted. A wisp of smoke curled up from the chimney and slowly faded into the mist. The walls of the logs have been hardened by the wind and rain to match the colors of the surrounding trees. The house seemed to rise from the forest floor, and the trees around it stretched out their arms to enclose the whole room. The roof is covered with ferns. A small, sloping canopy obscured the door and a corridor in front of it that was large enough for two or three people to stand. There was a square window in front of the house, and another on the other side of the house, without curtains.

At the front of the house, a fern bowed and nodded as the rain dripped down. The off-white mist turned bright green in the rain. A narrow path manifests itself in it.

In the midst of the ferns, in the middle of the path, stood a tall woman, between Richard and Karen. She wears this brown robe, which is simply woven with some red and yellow symbols and decorations around her neck.

(End of chapter)

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