- If Kerry instinctively hears that the otherworldly soul threatens, he'll beat you into a little pie.

- As if you didn't need this body, the lich said smutteringly - I think it would be better for you to find a way to get out of here as soon as possible, when the new king was a duke, only one mage could follow him into the court, but he was now the king of the Norman of the Highlands, and his mage was being called, and in a little while, there would be as many mages here as hounds.

Plum curled up, holding her feet as small as she could, she stooped into a tuft of nettle, a species of nettle, the size of a giant bear's lair. The stems and leaves of ordinary nettles are covered with stings, and once humans or animals touch them, they will feel as if they have been stung by bees, and the pain is unbearable, red and swollen and ulcerated - this stinging nettle is even more poisonous, and young children and small beasts can even be killed alive if they stumble into it—so although it can also be spun into cloth, only the lowest slaves will collect it with a thick layer of mud— In the royal capital, even servants were able to wear silk and linen, so they were able to grow lush and green all over the mountains.

The plant was very friendly to them due to the presence of the elves, the stings on the leaves would fall meekly when they touched them, and the branches moved in a way that enlarged a closed dark green space for them, and through the small crevices, the priest of Frow could see the dogs and soldiers running around— She wanted to humbly ask the caster why they didn't continue to cast illusions and keep them looking and sounding like hounds until they ran out of the capital, but she didn't dare to do even the slightest thing that might anger the black-haired mage, she knew very well that she was the most useless in this makeshift team, Glenn was an experienced thief, elven rangers and spellcasters needless to say, and Baldwin was their best friend. And the Grand Duke of Luzel was worth half a million gold coins, and she was the only one, and she had nothing special about it that could impress any of them—she didn't know how long her words would be able to trust them, and she looked cautiously at the gray-haired man sitting next to her, who was covered in bruises and pale, but he rushed out and saved her life when the knight tried to cut off her head.

Maemie warned herself that Baldwin might just be worried that if she was killed, the spells cast by the mages would fail and their tracks would be exposed. Or maybe it was for her testimony, but she couldn't help but rejoice, not from gold or something else, but from something purer, more noble, which she had felt as a toddler, from her mother, but since she had begun to learn to be a priest of Flo. It was a wonderful feeling she never received again.

If it weren't for the danger, Memi might have done something that would surprise even herself—but now, she turned her attention to the outside world, and the hounds were driven and watched over by the servants and soldiers who kept them. Exhausted between two double walls—Memy swallowed softly a mouthful of fishy sweet saliva, knowing why the mage was no longer maintaining the illusion, as she had been given a little respite after a fruitless round of searching. The servants, full of suspicion, began to count them.

Two hounds stopped in front of the nettle bushes where they roost, their tails wagging and not daring to jump into the green fluffy leaves.

"Here?" the soldier asked.

"I don't know. The servant of the dog said, "They don't bark, and if they do smell sinners, they will bark—maybe there is a rabbit or a marmot hidden in it......"

The soldier tried to touch the leaf, and then he withdrew his hand as if it were burned by fire, and one of his fingers had begun to be red and swollen, and in the blink of an eye, it was swollen into a carrot, filled with water, and shining: "It seems that no one can hide in it." ”

"Try it. Soldier No. 2 said, and the other soldiers raised their spears and stabbed them into the nettle bushes, stabbing them dozens of times.

Cremar flicked her fingers slightly, and Memi closed her eyes tightly, the shiny tip of the spear as if it would pierce them at any moment, but each blow missed, and she smelled a mixture of grease, metal, and blood with the closest stab to Memi.

"No one. The soldier said that they left quickly because their companion had passed out in pain.

"They should have figured out we're gone. Cremar asked, making a gesture to minimize the noise in the area.

"The new king probably doesn't want anyone to know that we took Berdwin. Carey Ben said.

Mame watched them, and she tried to touch Birdwin, "I used to have a mage friend......" she said with some embarrassment, "He said that magic can teleport a person and others to a great distance in an instant......

The former lord of Thundercastle shook his head gently, but before he could say anything, Glenn grabbed Meme, his voice soft but sharp and thin, like a needle piercing Meme's ear.

"Somewhere else," said the thief, "but here, the royal capital, the lord's fortress, the mage's tower week, the guild station, etc., and so on, important and even life-threatening places, there will be powerful mages who set magic traps that restrict teleportation and flying spells, and if anyone dares or is stupid enough to use such spells, they will either be torn apart by the plane storm or thrown into some unknowable plane- The result could be 10,000 times worse than falling into the net of the new Norman king, and I don't think our spellcaster would do that," he smiled grimly, "Ten thousand steps back, if he was alone, he would still have a chance to escape." ”

Mei Mi glared at him, wanting to spit on him, but she didn't have the guts.

While they were busy glaring at each other, Cremar had cast yet another spell that would give him some favorable hints in the upcoming action, and he submitted his rough plan to Archduke Kerriben and Luzel, for the help of the Grand Duke and his courtiers, the two mages, was indispensable.

The plan was unusually simple and, more accurately, a bit crude and direct, the Grand Duke looked at the dark-haired spellcaster, his changing expression indicating that he was estimating—not about the chances of success of the plan, but about how insane Kremar was.

Later, he thought so, if he was caught again, it would be fine. He was also a guest of honor of the Norman king, including his courtiers, and paid a large ransom, but if the plan did succeed, he would not have to raise the taxes of the realm for the next three years, and he would be able to make a big mockery of the new Norman king.

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Try anti-theft and replace it after an hour.

"Can we blend in between them?" asked Memi, and several times the guards and knights passed her, and she was almost scared to death.

"They are allowed to come in, but they may not be allowed to go out. "Dogs don't have to. "Earlier he didn't quite understand why the caster set their illusion to a pack of dogs, but now he kind of understood. When chasing the escaped criminals, the only ones who rushed out of the city gates were the dogs, except for the knights and guards.

"Hopefully they won't bring a mage. Mei Mi said.

"Mages don't act with those who are inferior. Archduke Luzel said that he also had several powerful spellcasters, and knew that their eyes would barely look down, but if he could go back this time, he would have to warn them of that.

When the pale golden morning light finally cast into the entire royal court, and the illusion was about to fail, Cremar had given up on his original idea. When they began to prepare another spell, at the knight's command, the back door opened, and they rushed out.

The devil sends the gods to the earth. Berdwin looked back at the court one last time, and he saw something shining on the solid walls.

"What are you looking at, my nephew?" Duke, no. The new Norman King of the Highlands asked, looking down from Dylan Donclay's line of sight and seeing only a large herd of dogs barking wildly. "It's strange," he said, "how could they just disappear without a trace?"

Dylan Donclay looked up at the magical galaxy, which already looked like a pale white mark in the morning light: "Who knows," he said perfunctorily, "there is always some whimsy available." ”

The new king frowned, "Sometimes you spellcasters are so annoying. ”

"That's not a good thing to say," Dylan said, "haven't you always wanted to form a group of mages?"

"Yes...... But ...... "the new king did not notice, or he noticed but did not care—the conversation was shifted to his interest, so he took his nephew by the hand and walked intimately shoulder to shoulder with him down the wall, gushing along the way.

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Escaping from the court was only the first step, and was surrounded by a masonry fence of twelve towers and the walls that connected them, and on the perimeter of this masonry fence were the outer walls and moat.

That's what the Norman king of the Highlands thought at that time, and if anyone wanted to kill him and his descendants as he had killed the lord of the castle, he would have to cross a moat as wide as a star, then break the solid outer walls, and then he would have to face the knights and soldiers stored in the twelve towers, and finally the more solid royal court.

But a long time had passed, and even though there were still his sons and grandsons in the royal court, and the children and grandchildren of his courtiers still lived in the twelve towers, but the latter's loyalty was far less stable than that of their ancestors, and they each had their own ideas and desires, and in this chaotic and critical moment, they were courteous to the new king, and on the other hand they quietly gathered their soldiers, and did not devote all their strength to hunting down the murderer of the old king, as the new king had hoped.

However, the escaped Grand Duke Luzel made them even more excited, and in the reward given by the new king, the murderer who murdered the old king was only 10,000 gold coins, while the Grand Duke Luzel had 100,000 gold coins.

Maybe we can get more, they said privately, if they really catch the Grand Duke Luzel who escaped in the chaos, then can they take all the ransom, and some people revealed that the ransom of Grand Duke Luzel is as high as 500,000 gold coins.

As for the murderer of the old king, in fact, even the new king didn't care so much, although there were many people who thought that this poor fellow was just accused of killing the king - after all, he had no motive to murder the old king, everything he had was given by the old king, and if he lost the old king, just like now, he had to run around like a lost dog to avoid the new king's noose and axe from falling on his neck- But in any case, since the new king has said so, he has also been deprived of all honor and status, as well as his surname, and has become a sinner, then he is a sinner.

Who would speak for a serf's child? No, there were many people who wanted to hang him with their own hands.

After leaving the royal court, Berdwin and the others consciously and quietly stayed away from the running dogs, and there was a ring of hills between the royal court and the twelve towers, and on the hills, according to the orders of the previous kings, no trees that could be used to build siege equipment were allowed, but the shrubs were indeed lush and vigorous, and they quickly hid in them, and after a while the illusions on their bodies also failed.

"That's the tower of Fouquet. Archduke Luzel said that they were only a few hundred feet away: "But it must have been strictly guarded." ”

It was not difficult to get in touch with the courtiers of the Grand Duke of Luzel, and although Keriben's Ji Zhen was squeamish and irritable, he was also very reliable in the necessary moments, taking the Grand Duke's signet ring and quickly bringing back the reply given by the Grand Duke's mage.

"He will come to meet me, we," said the Grand Duke, "but he said, and they are also in custody, and though he can still move, the Normans of the Highlands will not allow us to leave here—until my ransom is paid into the new king's treasury." ”

"We're going through four gates, and a drawbridge. Carey Ben said.

"So. The Grand Duke asked, "What should we do next?"

Gülen curled his lips, "If it's us," he said calmly, "we're going to cause a commotion, set fire to something, and it's all nobles, aren't they, they're going to run away desperately—there's always a chance or two." ”

- That's right, the lich said, if it were me, I would do the same, but fire wasn't the best option.

- Tell me about it?

- I will choose the plague, my dear, the plague, the pustular, the feverish, the one who can take a life in half a day, this is the best choice—no one is not afraid of this, they will destroy everything that stands in their way—including their king. (To be continued......)