The followers of Rosada are of course very welcoming to these visitors, not only because they are young and beautiful (at least on the surface), but also because they are arguably the electorate of Rosada. Although the original deity of the elves was Angelis, and Kerry believed in Suron as a ranger, there is also a covenant between the gods and the gods, and when they believe that their followers need companions to complete an important task, they will be watched by different gods at the same time, blessed and helped.

At the behest of Angelis, the god of life, the elves of the Silver Crown and Emerald Forests gathered with the priests and knights of Rosada and set out to complete the long and arduous task. Although most of the priests in this temple did not know the content of the work, they still entertained the elves with eagerness and care— It must be said that because the followers of Rosada were almost all young people among the nobles and the rich, whether they were priests or disciples, or apprentices, they all had with all the cheerfulness of a man who had nothing to eat, and he saw and heard more than the commoners, and he could tell jokes or sing a song, the flour of the bread had been sifted at least three times, the fish and cranberries from the lake were fresh, and the room was clean and smelled of the sun. In Lucieu and Afra's room, there was even a large bowl of cherries with drops of water and small roses interspersed in the shape of a ball.

Only a few elderly priests who knew the identities of Afra and Cremar could see some vigilance in their eyes, but they may not know that the secrets they could touch were in fact only the most superficial layer, they knew that Cremar was a direct member of the royal family of Grenada, a dragonborn, and that Afra was the adopted daughter of Cremar, and had been firmly in control of the power of the floating city of Crefa in the sea for fifty years since the other party disappeared, and the senior priest of the temple and sanctuary even guessed that Afra might also be related to Silverfinger, the leader of a thief's guild。 But they could never have imagined that the black-haired Dragonborn, with her beautiful face, elegant manners, and gentle eyes, was in fact a lich of atonement, and Afra, who looked like a child, was a young demigod, especially the latter, with her human greed and godly arrogance, as well as the willfulness of a child, which is why the otherworldly soul and Kerryben finally decided to keep her by their side.

"So," Adel sighed, "is Vinito dead out completely?"

If it had been an otherworldly soul from decades ago, he would have said that when it was over, he would have Afra and his Dragontooth Knight withdraw from Vinito and return it to its people. But by now, he knew that such a thing could never happen - and if they did, they would undoubtedly push the Venito into the abyss of despair. Because of Afra's previous actions, it can be said that Vinito's last veil of light is stripped of his body, and its weakness and wealth are naked = naked in front of the surrounding countries, once the Grenada leave, the Venito people will not be greeted by the aid of other countries, but only swords and flames, this tiny country will be like a piece of fat meat to be bitten and fought for by the wolves who are eyeing each other, and in the end, maybe Vinito will really disappear, leaving only the bards to occasionally mention it in some psalms.

"Vinito's demise began when their king allowed thieves and grey robes to run rampant in his country. The elf said, "Whoever feeds the wolf will eventually be devoured by the wolf, and this is not just a phrase in the book." ”

Adel was silent, the elves brought not only one sentence, but also a lot of evidence- After the Grenada became the master of Vinito, all the contradictions immediately came to naught, and the former prevarication and coercion turned into flattery, and every decree flowed to the darkest corners with a speed that King Viñinto did not have at the time, and even the soldiers of the Dragon's Tooth Knights and Crefa rudely entered the merchants' mansions and demanded that they open the treasury, the secret rooms, and collect the goods and documents, and no one dared to say anything, including the king's court. There may have been one or two brave men trying to repel the mobs, but they quickly became a sign of silence for the others—the Dragontooth Knights of Grenada would pin anyone who dared to resist them to a wall or door with a short spear.

A large number of letters, tokens, and contracts were rummaged through, and the king of Vinito may not have thought that it would only take a day and night to turn the heavens and the earth upside down, he was indeed careful and despicable, but he was dealing with warlocks, mages, and sometimes the dragonborn who didn't care about the evidence. Of course, the Grenada people don't care about things that Kerry and Eloch still cared about, if the king was indeed an innocent person, but after they consulted the boxes of papers, they had to admit what Afra said - it is impossible for a king to really know nothing about his country, even if he is a mediocre or even an idiot.

"How's the Duchy of Tara?" asked Kerryben.

"Morning light bless," said Adelle, "perhaps the most hated place by the thieves besides the Normans of the Highlands is Tara." He said, and tried to give a smile, but his frowning brows showed that things were not what he had described.

The Grand Duke of Tara was a follower of Rosada, and if he had not been a king and had not had the gift of a spellcaster, perhaps he would have become a priest of Rosada. However, although he did not, he was still very religious, because Rosada hated the relationship of the god of conspiracy, Shirek, the temple of Shirek could not be erected in Tara, and his priest would be expelled, and Musk, as it is known, he has now been reduced to a servant of Shirek, the temple of the god of thieves, that is, the thieves' guild, of course, will not be allowed to be openly set up in cities or villages, although it cannot be as thorough and stubborn as the Norman of the Highlands, but compared to other countries, Tara is really much cleaner。

But what made Adel feel powerless was that Tara was falling into the abyss where he couldn't see or touch— Tara used to have serfs three times as many as commoners, and above nobles, although they had to work all day, and they were not paid a single copper, but at least, they had shelter (even if it was just a mud hut), food, clean water, and wives and children, but in the last few decades, Tara suddenly began to raise slaves like crazy, although each lord declared that they were serfs, but the difference between animals and humans was always obvious - the faces of these slaves were not all so strange, and there were constantly people who recognized their friends and relatives- Although there were laws in the southern states that forbade the plundering of other people's serfs or the keeping of slaves, these laws are now almost a dead letter.

The kingdoms that had been a little rotten, but now emitted an unsettling stench of putrefaction, made Rosada and the priests of the other good gods worried, and they had admonished their kings and dukes, but with little success—even if the rulers were willing to give orders, the lords and knights would not—and the more slaves you had, the more you could produce, the more you could produce, the more you could produce, the more luxuries you could enjoy and the better armaments, and with the stronger armaments, the more slaves you had... ... The cycle goes on and on, and no one wants to be the first to break out of this circle, and even if they could, the still benevolent lord would soon find himself in a precarious state - and his neighbor would not be ashamed of his kindness and die down.

Tara's territory was a bit larger than Vinito's, but it wasn't that big, especially when there were hundreds of lords rubbing their swords and teeth against each other.

The priests of Rosada are the most sensitive to the smell of the followers of Ciric, and they can know that the Prince of the Dark Sun is playing his vicious tricks again without much evidence and speculation, but the problem is that the Grand Duke of Tara is also embarrassed, and the only decision he can make is to expand outward, pointing the sharper and sharper spear point at the non-Tara, which is also what the god of morning light does not want to see, because with war there must be conspiracy, just like the shadow always follows the body, and it is for this reason that the priests of Cirek wander from place to place, constantly stirring up disputes。

"That's why we're here. "Kerry had put his hands on Adair's shoulders, and they had to not only stop the conspiracy and evil deeds of the Shirek cultists, but also find out the true intentions of the conspiracy god and destroy it.

"The southern kingdoms are an excessively fertile land," said Adelle, with a map of the southern kingdoms in front of him, a continent of abundance dotted with nations and principalities, not to mention the free cities dotted like pearls: "For this reason," he said, "the seed of evil, once it sprouts, spreads ferociously." ”

"Then we're going to let the fires burn longer," Mr. Kerribben said, "and we're going to dig their roots deep in one place." ”

"Just like Vinito?" said Adelle, but there wasn't much condemnation in his words, he was human, but he never thought of elves as a threat, his only concern was that one day, this noble and intelligent being would disappear from this plane, like the dragon it once was.

"Vinito can only be described as an example. Kerry also made a little joke, "We don't have a second Crefa." ”

"I wish I had," said Adair, "and really, I do like this rough solution, you don't know, I used to deal with a Vinito, and the morning light was on, and I didn't want to remember those days at all......"

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Rosada's new temple, and new sanctuary, are almost impeccable, except that it's too far from the city and village, but they can take advantage of the starlight river's popular boats, and there is a road that can withstand the crushing of horse-drawn carriages and pass through it.

The merchants carried the food and goods needed by the priests and knights, and sometimes some worshippers and pilgrims who wanted to visit the temple to the feet of Rosada, and even today a small carriage headed for the temple of Rosada—a group of three Templar knights passed by them, and when they saw the emblem on their cloaks and the laurel pattern on their robes, the men in the carriage bowed their heads deeply to the knights.

A knight looked at the sky, the sky that had been still a hint of red and milky white was about to be swallowed up by a thick deep violet, according to the current itinerary and the speed of the carriage, if these people could not live in the sanctuary, they would have to walk in the dark, this is almost impossible, even with the blessing of Rosada, the beasts and monsters in the night are still terrible and unguardable.

"Who are these?" asked the knight.

"Some of the people on the border," said the coachman, with a familiar face of a knight, and a little relieved of the knight's heart, "you know how much they have suffered, but now it is well that their relatives are willing to accept them, but they insist on offering their sacrifice to Rosada on the first day of their arrival, which they promised before they fled, and if they are not allowed to come, they will be terrified for a long time." ”

"The forgiving heart of the god of morning light is as vast as the place where he can shine," The knight said, and then turned to the man in the carriage, the carriage had no canopy, and he saw two young women, one of whom was also carrying a child, and when he saw the knight, the child shyly buried his face in his mother's knees, and there was only one old man, and the others were all young and thin men, with tiredness and anticipation on their faces, but this is also normal, when there is a war in a place, strong young men always have to make up the largest proportion of the displaced people.

There were boxes and baskets at their feet, and the knight opened one casually, and when he saw the bread and the clay pot with the light wine, he put it back in its original place: "May the morning light always shine on your path." He said.

"May the morning light never be dark. The men chimed in.

The knights departed, and the carriage went on. Listening to the gurgling sound behind him, one of the knights always felt that he had seen the mother with the child somewhere—of course he did, but at that time, the "mother" was still a skilful male thief, but under a clever disguise, the thief managed to blind the knight.

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Meanwhile, in the depths of the river, a group of snake people is moving quickly and silently.

A child who risked being scolded by his parents and caught by the guards to catch fireflies stared strangely at the river, because just now he saw a wet head pass through his field of vision, and he took a few steps forward into the water, trying to determine if he was wrong, maybe yes, because there was calm on the water, and there was nothing.

But just as he was about to turn and walk back to shore, a pair of sharp clawed hands grabbed him and dragged him into the river at once.