"By the way, Corellon won't kill me, will he? I asked his ex-wife to come out and sell singing and meat. Backstage, Raven looked scared.

Gotcha, you pretend!

Leila was originally a husband and wife, and Raven said something or something. Fili is very capable, but after joining Raven's harem, she deliberately kept a low profile in order to avoid overshadowing Leila's light.

Jessica and Melissa were originally born captives, and no matter what Lyra said, they always regarded themselves as maids.

As a result, only Shar was left to refute Raven.

"Hey! According to you, I was the one who sang just now!? Shar's eyebrows were about to rise. How could that corpse queen have that level of singing, it wasn't because Shar recorded his song with playback magic and engraved it on the magic array in the corpse queen's body, so it had this effect.

"Yo, that's part of your favorite plot." Raven hugged Shar from behind with a hippie smile on his face.

Shar's body trembled, and after all, it was with him.

Habit is a scary thing, and once accepted, every subsequent repetition will be taken for granted. If it had been a few months ago, Shar would have been manipulated like this by men.

And now, even if the feeling of love and hate still hasn't subsided, Shar is used to it after all.

It's not that Shar hasn't woken up, but he has been immersed in it again and again, unable to extricate himself.

"But can you really fool that horny bastard lich when you die? Is it really necessary to let the route of the caravan pass through the route of the escort procession? ”

Layla watched curiously as Raven cleaned up Shar from the sidelines.

"Sha'er, explain it to your eldest sister." Raven was so cool that he didn't have time to answer Lyra's questions.

Shar was too busy to answer Lyra's questions.

On the contrary, Melissa sighed: "It is too deliberate to arrange it on the road that must be passed." Now it is the lifeblood of Nessreel that is being escorted, and it cannot be overly careful. If we are really close to the escort route. The Grand Arcanists were the first to capture us. ”

"That'...... Raven: How can you be sure that guy is coming? ”

Raven made Shar panting, proudly freed his hand, and shook his finger: "You don't understand this. This is called advertising marketing. ”

Advertising, this is the skill of the traverser.

Not to mention the period of Nesser, which lacked commercial sense, even in the year 1316 of the Ultron calendar, there was no real concept of commercial advertising. Because the world is too chaotic. Even in the center of the continent, there are still a large number of goblins, gnolls, and so on. Businessmen who run businesses can safely transport goods to the place can basically make a lot of money.

Where will you understand what is ** marketing, what is momentum, what is water army?

The so-called superb, it's not that you say that your stuff is good, it's the best, and you have to be recognized by others. So Raven made a big splash, almost single-handedly picking out the most powerful and widely regarded arcane arcanist in Nesser's Floating City for a touring exhibition.

And every time it just asks 'Rose' to laugh. But he told everyone that there was a better one auction until Lianzhong City.

In fact, I really want to show that Rose is still beautiful...... Do you want Raven to sell Shanny or Shar?

Are you kidding!

It's definitely a big hole!

Anyway, Raven doesn't plan to really auction off any corpses, just cheat, Raven has no good feelings or bad feelings for the little princes who died in Nesser, and he has no psychological burden in his heart.

But the effect is obvious.

If a group of people say that the corpse girl named Siluo is the best of the god level.

Maybe the self-proclaimed well-informed Grand Arcanists can sit still, but the second? The third? Until a large number of archacanists, even on opposite sides, recognized that the corpse was stunningly beautiful. Shall it be in heaven alone?

Again and again, the news reached the ears of Baragas, who was struggling to escort the Chroma Scroll. The old lich, who had been as calm as an ancient well, could not sit still.

"Is it really that good?" The magic was telegraphed by an old friend of his.

"Hey, hey! It's not that I despise your treasures, the corpses made by your princesses are really good, but regardless of the craftsmanship, your princess corpses will lose. I don't know which of the fallen goddess's remains this caravan stole from. I feel like it's at least the Holy Spirit. "Old friends are blowing too.

"Just blow it." Baracas still didn't believe it.

"Hey! Send you a magical image, if you think I'm lying to you. I've covered the cost of the spar for the magic teleportation. ”

Then, Baracas could not calm down.

Is the song of the genuine goddess of creation so easy to resist?

In addition to the three goddesses who are famous for their singing and dancing, led by Shuni, it is Sha'er's turn to sing. The reason why Sha'er's singing can only rank fourth and fifth among the goddesses is mainly because Sha'er's singing voice is too gray and sad, which does not conform to the joyful and festive of the ruling class that whitewashes the peace. It's not the glamorous voice of the goddess of joy, Lierla.

Sound quality alone. Shar is definitely one of the best.

The illusory and ethereal singing easily penetrated Baracas's heart.

So as soon as Shar sang two characters, Baracas was hooked.

"Her name is Silo, isn't she? I've decided! I want her! Even if I sell the rest of my corpses, or even lose the savings I left for my eldest disciple to use as a magic tower, I will not hesitate to do so! ”

"Wow, you're crazy?"

"Nope! I'm not crazy! Anyway, my arcane path has come to an end, and there is no room for improvement. Collecting the most beautiful corpses in the world is proof that I think I'm still alive. ”

"Uh......"

In this way, despite the dissuasion of all his subordinates, Baracas resolutely changed his route and went to the Rebaivens caravan, two hundred kilometers east of the route.

The deputy leader of the escort team really hurts his eggs.

Why is it that the Color-resistant Scroll is not transported through a portal, but is originally escorted by a large number of strong people?

It's not Netheril's own doing.

On weekdays, the portal is of course fast and safe, enter a coordinate, and spend some spar money to get there directly. However, when it comes to the core of the color resistance scroll, it is difficult to guarantee that the gods will not interfere.

Basically, gods with medium or strong divine power are good at playing spatial magic. It's hard to guarantee that we won't intercept these mortals who dare to call at the gods halfway, and then throw them into some other dimension, or pull them into a small plane where birds don't and torture them to death.

So the core of this team is still the most powerful Baracas.

The Grand Arcanists are willful creatures, and when Baracas insisted on taking a detour and strolling, no one was in a hurry. The deputy leader even alarmed the parliament about this.

But the parliament can't help it.

The Grand Arcanist, one or two, is an extremely difficult master to serve. If it weren't for a guy like Baracas, whose strength has reached its limit and can no longer be promoted, and who can only have fun, who will waste precious experimental time helping you escort treasures?

If you have time, why not do a few more experiments, or start a foreign war to grab enough money for the experiment?

There is no one to replace Baracas, who is still relatively strong.

As a result, the Severant Council had to accede to the demands of the old lich who had died in Dussa.

Make a detour!

It was a full two hundred kilometers, and when the escort team followed the powerful and wayward arcanist uncle to the front of the caravan, it was still closed.

A bullish white-haired half-bear man stopped at the front of the camp, his hands clasped to his chest, and his burly body almost blocked half of the camp.

"Sorry! My Lord has a command! During the time of non-public display, no one or any person is allowed to see the goods. If you really want to observe it closely, please go to the Lianzhong City Auction House on April 1st. When the time comes, as long as you can afford the auction deposit, how you want to touch and smell is up to you. ”

"Presumptuous, do you know who I am?" If Baracas still had a beard and eyes, he would definitely blow his beard and stare at him, and he stuck a one-and-a-half-meter-long demigod staff into the ground with one hand.

The fluctuations in the divine power on the staff almost knocked down the gate of the camp.

However, only to the point of 'almost'.

The sharp nail on the thumb of the white hair's right hand pointed to the string of small flags hanging on the gate of the village.

"I'm a rough man, I don't understand such complicated things. My master said that unless your name is Eolem, Larocle, or Cassus, no one can afford to mess with the owners of those flags. ”

Baracas was so angry with the white fur that he blew out his lungs that had been dry for an unknown number of years.

Of course he saw those flags.

It was a rite of Nesser, and the Grand Arcanist gave him a flag to signify his approval of the caravan. Before the caravan leaves Nesser, the Grand Arcanist will shelter the caravan, and whoever moves the caravan will give the Grand Arcanist a hard time.

When you come out to mix, your eyes must first be bright enough.

Just by seeing that long string of flags, Baracas couldn't calm down.

Almost every one of them is a medium-sized or above floating city owner, and many are even high-ranking members of the Severynton Parliament. There are so many masters, he can't afford to mess with them.

Moreover, how can a half-bear man at the peak of the Holy Realm be a gatekeeper be an ordinary existence?

Baracas was so angry that he gritted his teeth.

Unexpectedly, he was willful, and he dragged the escort team to deviate for 200 kilometers, and he actually ate a closed door. He could almost imagine how the unruly guys would tell him jokes behind his back when he returned to the escort team.

As soon as he gritted his teeth, a brilliant crystal suddenly appeared on Baragas's palm.

"I'm desperate to see Miss Silo, it's my Baracas gift."

In the camp, Raven and the rest of the harem almost laughed angrily.

I have seen those who have done death, but I have never seen such death.

Now it was Raven who dug a pit for him to jump into, and he ran hundreds of miles to jump into the pit, and volunteered to offer such a treasure. That's a color-resistant crystal that's another name for 'color-resistant light'!

A single color-resistant light can make a Sacred Domain powerhouse sell himself for more than ten years. (To be continued.) )