Chapter 190: Untitled
Reit didn't get the results she wanted right away, she wasn't anxious - the man would eventually compromise, and his situation in the guild was even more difficult than Riyette - three out of ten spellcasters who worked for the guild had dragon blood, just like in the Tower, where their status was clearest according to the number of bloodlines they had, but even the lowliest of them was more valuable than the most capable assassin or the most cunning thief. But there are also some unlucky fellows, such as this poor male warlock who can't find even a drop of dragon's blood in his veins, whose magical abilities come from a demon (not even a demon!), whose mother is just an ordinary human being, who was nearly torn in half by the priest of the god Tarona, who was almost torn in half, but for the evil purposes of the creatures of the abyss, the woman was allowed to survive after all— As a poor ignorant woman, she thought she was lucky, but she did not know that the devil had left evil seeds in her warm womb, and in the seventh month she gave birth to a boy who did not show anything out of the ordinary, until his mother hit him on the back with a wooden shoe because of an onion.
He burned the woman, and the village he had lived in for nearly twelve years, and he roamed around, perhaps someone had tried to contain him, but the blood of the demons always caused him to fall into a rage and rage from time to time, and he was malevolent, suspicious, extreme, and cruel in all things—if it weren't for the timely extension of their secret and omnipresent tentacles by the Guilds, he would have been arrested or executed for his unruly behavior. The guild gave him a room. There was also a mentor who received an extremely strict education where he learned obedience and patience. There was also writing, reading, martial arts and interrorism, and other things that the guild thought he had to learn, and most importantly, how to coordinate and use his innate abilities.
He was a standout among the noisy and irritable little monsters, and his mentor lamented that he was not descended from dragons. But at this point, because the bloodline can never be the superior who controls and controls the fate of others, and can only choose one of the sacrifices and pawns, he is not the first nor the last—the most painful thing for him is that he still has a little wisdom that he cannot indulge in fleeting pleasures like his companions. He spent days and nights trying to escape this terrible fate, and it was because of this that he climbed to the highest point that a creature like himself could climb.
It could be a turning point for him – and for Rayette. If he is standing at the highest point of the lower class. Then Ryette, with her dragon blood, was prostrate at the lowest point of the upper echelons - the dragon blood in her body was so weak, her grandfather conceived her mother with a human female mage, and her mother was betrothed to a damn mortal to conceive her- If it weren't for the fact that her mother and father had already been effectively punished, Reette wouldn't have minded killing them again, she was deeply disgusted by the human blood in her body, which made her weak, incompetent, dull and ignorant, and she would have been sick from cold or heat like mortals. She couldn't stay up all night praying to Gredy for ten, twenty, or a month, like other pastors—that's why she was thrown here. Every day, I deal with stupid humans, and Pastor Flo, who doesn't matter even if he takes his head.
Ryette was terrified deeply, for she knew how the guild and the royal court dealt with the burdens they found useless—either failed missions (sometimes just once), or badly injured (too serious to be worth the cost of potions and spells), or disappointed them in some way, and those who had once been feared and worshipped by others would be abandoned to a less important place, and then their wealth, power, and resources would be taken away in the same way, and then they would disappear or die quietly.
Austal had taunted her for getting a white tower that looked like an empty shell, but Ryette had a much more far-reaching idea, but it would take some time for this idea to be put into practice and become a strong support for the guild and even the royal court, and in this void, she had to do something to prove that she was not a stupid mediocrity, knowing that neither the guild nor the royal court were very patient.
She pulled down her silk robe and walked into the beautifully decorated bathroom, where she relaxed her body and mind in a short and restrained manner in the boiling hot water, sesame oil and delicate foam, and later had a job to do that she was quite bored with.
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The leader of the White Tower's Jewel Guild stood alone in the empty reception room, dressed in black mourning clothes, his eldest son had died two months earlier, followed by his wife, he didn't know what to do, but he had a son, a son who was an apprentice thief, and because of this, he was treated more favorably than the leaders of the other two guilds—his taxes were the lowest in the city, but in return, his craftsmen had to work around the clock to deal with the precious ornaments and ornaments of unknown origin— Gems and pearls had to be removed from their bases and set (sometimes cut and polished to give them a different appearance), and their bases were melted into shining gold and silver coins along with other gold and silver objects—one of his craftsmen had told him with horror that he had found flesh-and-blood gold teeth in the mountains of candlesticks, plates, bracelets, and so on.
But what could he do? Can he still appeal to the consuls and lords?
That man...... It's not even human anymore.
Anrui walked into the reception room from another room, her steps were slow, but it wasn't because she wasn't feeling well or in a bad mood, on the contrary, she never felt better.
All were bowing to her, and she could find fear and subjugation in their eyes, and they would no longer dare to despise her, deceive her, or play with those indecent tricks in her presence, and now Anrui was not only the archon of the White Tower, nor merely the lord of it and the Partridge Hills. Still a powerful spellcaster, she doesn't want to rely on anyone to make them willingly fall to their knees at her feet.
Standing beside the leader of the Jewel Guild was the great merchant who controlled all the liquor trade in the White Tower, and he shivered and lowered his knees with a glance out of the corner of his eye—as they persuaded the petite woman to murder her husband. She was still so fragile, so beautiful, but now ...... Half of her body was normal, but the other half of her body only made it seem as if she had fallen into a real nightmare—a crimson thread split her in two parts from the center of her forehead, one still soft as a moonlit gardenia, and the other covered with blue-purple scars with fine white scales. One of her eyes was a bright yellow color like a python, with a dark brown curved pattern on the surface, and the black pupils were no longer round. Rather, it was an eeriely cold shuttle, and on top of that, from the waist down, her limbs were strangely deformed, you could say it was a tail. It can also be said that it is a claw. The sarcomas were about the size of a finger, but they were plump and plump, like the grapes he had seen on the southernmost island, from which the people of the people had made wine—small purple-black fruits that clung to the rough trunks of the trees, densely packed with milky white juice at the slightest touch.
Anrui knew what they were thinking, and she just smiled tolerantly, and she didn't care about the little things anymore after she had the power. Only the weak care what others think, and the strong always rise above everyone. Even the leader of the White Tower Branch of the "Fine Net" Guild had to show respect to her. and agreeing to contain and sort things out of the White Tower, she made some concessions, but also made some considerable gains for those who would convince her - even though she was dealing with a priest of a powerful god and a prominent figure in a large guild (said to have the blood of a dragon), she still retained her power and dignity.
The leader of the liquor guild glanced imperceptibly at the people around him, if he was the only one with the leader of the jewelry guild, he could still say that today's meeting was for taxes or other monetary requirements, but what about those strangers who looked panicked and restless?
He tried to think about it for a moment, and he realized that one of them was the deacon of the lord's manor, and the other might be the overseer, but the taxes from the land were often less than a tenth of the money from the caravans, and now even they had to take on the extra work?
"Today I called you. An Rui said, and then hissed uncomfortably, and the captain of the guard beside her turned his head slightly, trying not to pay attention to the slender black tongue, "I want you to see something." Anrui continued.
A maid brought a silver tray, her lips strangely arched upwards like a wild boar, but much more beautiful than Anrui was now.
There were some sun-dried leaves in the tray, as well as a small pile of brown seeds the size of rye.
"Like a spice,......" whispered the deacon, who asked about a rich scent, but could not think of what plant it belonged to.
"It can be said to be a spice. Anrui said suddenly, startling the deacon, and he felt that he had spoken very lightly.
"But it's not for soup or spilling on roast meat," Anrui smiled, a sharp tooth sliding out of her lips, and the tip of her black tongue stretched out nimbly, circling around it before retracting, "It's for sucking." ”
"Like tobacco?" asked the Overseer.
"It can be said to be a kind of tobacco. An Rui said.
"But...... As far as I know," said the leader of the liquor guild cautiously, "tobacco seems to be better suited to growing in warmer places, and they have always been more native to the islands of dragon fire in the south. ”
"The partridge hills aren't too cold either. "It can grow here, and it's going to grow well – I'm hoping to see it all over the Partridge Hill tomorrow summer." ”
"Where's the wheat?"
"Unplug them all. ”
"But ......," the deacon blurted out, "people don't need so much tobacco!"
"They're going to need it, very, very much. His master made a tough gesture and said in a scathing tone, "And I'm not consulting with you, I'm ordering you—I don't want to hear anyone ramble just to oppose my will—it's the first time, so I forgive you, but in return, you have to do it perfectly, and I know you can do it," she opened her eyes, one human and one snake, and stared at the old man with a pale face:" If you can't, or won't do it, I'll hang your little grandson in the wheat field and won't allow anyone to put him down until his eyes are pecked out by a crow – and until then, I promise he'll be alive and conscious. ”
“...... No, no, please don't, my merciful master!" cried the deacon busily, "forgive me, forgive me, and I will do what you say." ”
Anrui curled her lips contemptuously and slapped her clawed "tail" lazily: "Then do it," she said, "but don't forget my words." ”
The leader of the Jewelry Guild and the leader of the Liquor Guild looked at each other: "So," the leader of the Jewelry Guild stepped forward and bowed deeply, as if he was about to break his own waist: "Excuse me, can we do anything for you?"
"What you have to do is to empty your caravan," said Anrui, "and your chests will be full of this tobacco." After a pause, she pointed to the tray, and the other two maids brought the pipes: "You can taste it, that's a ...... Once you taste it, you will never forget it, and it is an incomparable taste. As the two guild leaders hesitated to pick up their pipes, she glanced at the deacon, who was standing by and cowering, and the overseer, who had been frowning.
"And you. "Taste it," said Anrui, "as she triumphantly knocked on the arm of the chair," and "they will bring us wheat worth ten or a hundred times more." ”
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"You need to know. After reading her weight, Leona said unpleasantly, "It is rude to ask a lady for her weight at the Norman court of the Highlands, or elsewhere. ”
"But if you want to be a mercenary or an adventurer. "It's important to give your peers a clear idea of your weight and to keep it up," he laughs. ”
"Not a joke. "It's a matter of life." ”
"Because it's possible to run into the current situation or a trap?"
"And magic," Kerry said, looking at Cremar, "I know there's a spell that can move people or things out of a distance—"
The black-haired spellcaster nodded.
"There is a limit to this spell, on the weight," Cremar explained earnestly, "and if that weight is exceeded, the spell will ...... Belch...... Fail. ”
Leona imagined it for a moment...... About that scene...... She grimaced.
"For the fat man's malice, huh?" Gülen concluded. (To be continued.) )
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