Compared to the terrible situation that Ugly Chicken and Eloch and the others had to face, the situation of Kerribben and Cremar seemed to be good on the surface, but in fact it could be even worse - because almost all of them here were the leaders of spellcasters and mercenaries, the former needless to say, how could the latter lead a pack of hyenas or wolves without a certain amount of wisdom and strength? and the lord deliberately separated them, which was also preparing for testing and provoking. After all, among mercenaries, the weight of faith is too light, if the leader of a mercenary group cannot make his subordinates loyal enough, and he lacks the strength to be submissive, and his mercenary group is worth buying, the lord will also try to push the second person in the mercenary group to the throne of the leader, so as to grab his own benefits - like an excessively expensive price, it may be able to become reasonable in this change.

But the lord would not let them stay by his side, outside the fortress of the small city, separated by the walls and moats, there was a neat mansion, which originally belonged to the merchants, but since the "tobacco" and a series of multiplications, the lord had a pitiful tax on the kind of ordinary goods such as grain and cotton, sweet potatoes, and "meager" If, according to the man, his future was wider than the sea, and brighter than the morning light, why should he be stingy with such a small temporary bad reputation—therefore, it is only natural that the fools who would not go along with him, or who regarded his ambitions as imaginary, were either sent to the beheading table or fled, and the assets they left behind were of course vested in the lords— The leaders of these mercenaries, as well as the spellcasters, were also able to have their own rooms and even courtyards. It didn't take long for Kerribben and Cremar to enter here, and they roughly figured out the number of these people, especially the spellcasters, most of whom were warlocks, and after the Gredian incident, the new king of Grenada, although he said that he did not investigate the past, was still somewhat loyal to Gredi, or thought that Gredi was not dead, or that the warlocks who had angered the new king had left their homeland and flowed into various places, among which the southern countries were the most numerous, where the environment was complex, the number of people, and the nobles were as dense as the stars, and the warlocks could easily find a person willing to support them。

There are also some more indulgent warlocks who choose to become thieves or assassins, even in the mercenary group, whether they have seniority or not, they are second only to the leader, and the mercenaries have never had a so-called taboo and position in their actions, at least they never have to worry about the lack of living and corpses for experimentation, and as mercenaries, there is rarely a shortage of funds - anyway, they can be transformed into lawless thugs at any time when needed. These sorcerers are more dangerous than the nobles, because they only act according to their thoughts and ways. However, what omits a lot of trouble for Cremar and the others is that although the black-haired Dragonborn has been disguised, his disguise will make the Warlocks of Grenada hesitate and retreat - after all, the tiny scales that appear on his cheeks mean that the Warlock is also from Grenada, and the dragon's blood in his body may be thicker than the one in their body, which means that he is stronger than any of them.

Of course, it is possible that this is not the case, but neither the Warlock, nor the Mage, nor the priest of the Evil Gods, nor the Fallen, would want to be the first to provoke him—although this period of calm did not last long, it gave them a rare peaceful night.

Kerryburn's room, I don't know if the arranger had done it on purpose, was separated from Cremar. The squire in charge of this matter was careful to indicate that it was because the casters needed a quiet relationship, so they were all arranged in a mansion, and the chiefs' mansions were closer to the "bustling" main street, and if the lady's maids and food, wine, and "tobacco" were not enough to satisfy them, they could look for other satisfactory places, and all their expenses were provided by the lord.

Even so, the two mansions were not too far apart, only about a thousand feet, but when Kerry came out of his room and went to Cremar, he was still assassinated no less than seven times, the assassins were either alone or in groups, their weapons were not limited to throwing knives, daggers, bows and crossbows or poison, and a mage was involved, if it was really just an ordinary mercenary leader standing here, he would definitely die, but Kerry had thought that these people were in a hurry to assassinate him maybe because his intelligence had flowed outside the fortress, as a mercenary leader who might have evil blood, he is too much of a threat to others.

The assassination had come to an end when it was still three hundred feet from Cremar's quarters, and it was clear that the men had already felt that the gains were outweighing, and their losses would have been even worse if the mages raised by the "mercenary leader" had sensed it and come to their aid. It's just that when Kerry walked through the corridor, there was a surging aura of evil and darkness behind almost every closed door, and there was a dead silence around him, but as soon as Cremar appeared, they all disappeared, and the moonlight returned to the corridor, and the birds and insects began to sing again.

Cremar nodded to Kerryburn, he held a rose in his hand, and this vigorous open, cinnabar-like rose emitted a flame-like light in the shadows, this is a little trick of the spellcasters, let something glow in the dark, but like this pure and stable light undoubtedly proves the power of the owner, for a while, even the peeping gaze and magic avoided the sight, Kerry followed Cremar back to the room, and someone began to curse in a low voice.

Kerriben looked around, because it was a room for the casters to live, it might not be able to compare with all the extravagance and opulence of the mercenary leaders' rooms, but in reality the cost was much more than the former - from the huge glass windows, to the complete copying table (no less than a dozen kinds of mineral ink, parchment, quills, steel rulers, etc.), to comfortable chairs, large beds, clean and neat bookshelves, scroll racks, and some regular spell casting materials, and the lighting was not whale oil or whale wax, but fluorite. What made the elf care was a few delicate little things placed on the table, and the spirit of the other world walked over, lifted one, and compared it in his ear, "Magic tools for disguise." It says: "In the case we are facing, the original preparations do not seem to be so reliable...... "Well," it explained with some trepidation, "I've also considered rings, bracelets, necklaces, etc., but these seem to be a bit of a hindrance to you, but if it's just a small stud earring, it's like this, it won't cause too many wounds, and the runes can be hidden behind the earlobe......"

Then, the elf's actions caused the soul from another plane to stammer, and could not say any more, because Kerry had just picked one up and looked at it, and roughly understood how it was dressed, so he passed it through his earlobe and fixed it properly.

The magic contained in the stud earrings worked as soon as it came into contact with the blood, and after a slight buzz, the elf's pointed ears smoothed out like melted butter fat, and Kerry touched it, and found that it not only looked round, but also felt like it.

"It will take about three days and nights to get back to their original appearance when the studs are removed......," muttered the otherworldly spirit.

It was for the sake of their identities being kept secret when they had to take down all the decorations or magic paraphernalia, Kerry looked at this tenderly...... The child, of course, is already an adult if it is by the age of the human, but for the elf, the distinction between thirty and twenty years can be omitted entirely, and he is confronted with a victim, although he has spoken to the real Cremar- The former undead insisted that this soul was not dragged into this body by him, and to be honest, the lich was so tired and disgusted with this soul that they were forced to stay in a shell when they were still a lich or an evil undead, if it weren't for it, the lich might still be a lich, not the embarrassing (from the undead's standpoint) so-called atonement lich as it is now. That is, it wasn't captured and imprisoned by the lich in order to deceive him, which calmed Kerryben's anger a little, though he had a hard time telling if his friendship with Cremar wasn't a trap of lies and deception from the start, or because it didn't cost an innocent person his life, or maybe the past.

"You've been doing this?" Kerry asked.

The otherworldly soul turned away, "We don't need to rest...... I mean, did he tell you about it? We have an advantage in a lot of places......"

Kerry didn't answer it, he walked to the other end of the room and sat down on the low couch under the window, he kept his distance from the black-haired spellcaster, they were very close when he knew nothing, but after the soul learned that their secret was in Kerryben's hands, it began to alienate the elf, and Kerry was not willing to oppress it too much, although the elf sometimes felt bad about it.

"Sit down," said the elf gently, "I want to speak to you." ”

"Still no, Kerryben, I'm a little tired," the Otherworldly Soul replied in a more low-pitched voice, "Perhaps, we can choose another time." ”

"But you're going to keep procrastinating," Kerry said in a low voice, "Don't do that, I just wanted to know you, I thought you were you, but I didn't even notice the difference between you and the other person, Cremar, or rather, would you like to tell me your real name?"

"I didn't try to lie to you. The soul of the other world said with difficulty, "I ......"

"You just feel guilty," said Kerryben, "because you feel that you have taken possession of the bodies of my people, and you think that I will only accept you because you have the blood of Aya, and take you to Grey Ridge, and make you my companion and friend, yes, I confess, in the beginning, it was true, but what you said, and did, and thought, tell me, is it all false?

The soul of the other world shook its head, at that time, it became a little naïve because it lacked too many memories, so it was like a child between acting and talking, but it was not a disguise, or rather, it was a self that had never been real, it was more straightforward and innocent than its own self when it grew up, after all, in its plane, although there were no dragons and gods, and intrigues and intrigues never disappeared from mortal life.

"Then what do you have to apologize for," said Kerryben, " If you are an evil person who does all kinds of evil, I will only end your life, even if you have the blood of the elves, if you are insensitive to people's sorrow and pain, or full of greed and ambition, I will not let such a half-blood enter the Gray Mountains, but you have a childlike pure mind, a heart of justice and benevolence, and a respect and love for life, even if you are just a human being, I will become a true best friend with you, just like Alva, just like the former Baldwin- I never think it's a sin for you to conceal it, everyone has their own secrets, so do I, so do you, you haven't even hurt even a single person because of this secret, you don't have anything to apologize for. ”

"If I had to say who was at fault," said Carey, "I admit that it would have been me, and I could have found it earlier, but I was afraid of the darkness, and I was afraid that the good things I saw would be destroyed in an instant, so I ran away." ”

"I don't know what to say...... "But I've always been glad I met you, along with Alva, Adel, Memmy, and Glenn...... There are others. ”

"I'm glad I met you, too, and not another whining, guy. Kerry said, smiling as he held out one of his hands, "But I'd love to know your name......

The soul of the other world was suddenly occupied by all the names on those delivery boxes, and it smiled awkwardly, like "I'm Liying, Angelina, Sakura, Xueyu, Hanling, Blood, and Charm?" J? Q, Antalya, Sad Dreams, Hathaway, Rose ?......" and other memes, lest Kerry think it's going crazy with joy. "I'd love to tell you," it replied earnestly, "but I don't remember it very much myself...... Strangely, it has now retrieved most of its memories, but the most critical part still can't be retrieved.