Kerribben turned around and saw the black-haired spellcaster landing gently on his boat.

Under the guidance and help of Kerribben, the reed boats were thirty feet long, fifteen feet wide, and seven feet high, and the mercenaries removed the cowhide tents as tents, so that both goods and people could live quite comfortably. Because the caster was accustomed to and needed a quiet environment, the two mages of the caravan owner shared a boat, and Cremar was given a separate boat, which was not inevitably occupied by cargo, but it was much more spacious than the mercenaries and apprentices who had to be crammed into a canopy by a dozen or so people.

The leader of the mercenaries only excused himself when he saw Kremar and left, and ordinary people always have an attitude of both respect and awe towards the caster, especially the mercenaries, compared to many civilians who know little about the caster, they often have access to the caster, like the soldiers and knights of Thundercastle, but it is precisely because of this that when they face a spellcaster, it is like facing a beast with sharp claws and fangs, or more than that, at least the beast will not suddenly throw a ball of fire or lightning, and if they can, they will still try to keep a safe distance from it。

"What?" asked Kerryburn.

"I'm looking for that little monster. The lich said, in exchange for a dangerous frown.

"If it wasn't necessary," said Carryben, "it would be better not to get too close to it—I don't know what it is, but there's always something about it that struck me wrong." If it had been before, Carey would not have allowed such unrest to exist in his ranks, but now he had to consider that Birdwin, his dear friends - the Norman of the Highlands and his wife had almost completely destroyed the faith and will of the former paladin, just as a rainstorm had invaded a fortress in the sand, and all that Birdwin could do was to rebuild them hard and slowly - and he had spoken of becoming Reverend Flo's protector. That's why Kerry would have tolerated Mei Mi and the little monster she hid in her arms, but that didn't mean that they could tempt and deceive his people as they pleased.

"Also," he added, "little goblins are not the best choice for pets, even though they have childlike intelligences. However, they have a penchant for teasing others, and sometimes even neglect the work or task assigned by their master because they want to complete a prank. ”

"It's not that important. The former undead said, but he didn't return to his ship, apparently still holding on to his original idea.

"So," said the elf helplessly, "be careful with it." ”

The lich made a simple gesture, and in the Elven silence it meant promise and affirmation.

Three multi-legged lizards, nine to twelve feet long with tails attached, darted briskly across the swamp's surface, munching on the elves' sour pulp as a reward, and dragging huge reed boats, leaving a mirror-like trail on the water that floated on countless white velvets. It's worth mentioning that even so, lizards and humans may not be as much of a movement as a grumpy swamp red-billed crane.

Some of the apprentices between children and teenagers crowded the boat excitedly, poking their heads out and sticking out their hands to enjoy the pleasure of speed, the sun burning their hair so fluffy and hot that it looked like a pile of brown and yellow furballs, and merchants and older apprentices kicking their butts one by one, urging them to do the work they would never finish - but only as soon as the caster landed on the boat. Together, they would get into the tent, but it wasn't long before that. You can see many pairs of sparkling eyes through the cracks in the tent.

Curious.

The lich thought that his pet Asmodeus also had a very strong curiosity, or rather, that many of the devils had such emotions that hindered their intellect and their lives, but that their source was not as lovely and harmless as people misunderstood—that the devil, and most of humanity's curiosity, was born of greed—that they sought out anything they thought might be of good to them. From rocks to mushrooms, from steel to flowers, from body to soul.

Not every spellcaster understands this, but the Lich is familiar with it and has taken advantage of it several times, especially Asmodeos.

When he accidentally sensed the presence of a little devil while meditating. He was only slightly surprised, for he knew that the little devil must be very curious as to why he had such a resemblance to his former owner. Not a shell, he was already a white skeleton wrapped in a gray robe when he became the master of Asmodeos, the little devil could not find their similarities from the appearance, but the magical energy overflowing from his soul was unchanging, or rather, it should be unchanging, but his original magical energy was as cold and evil as the negative energy in the bottomless abyss, and now it became hot like a broth heated on the hearth, and Asmodeios must have felt strange and strangely familiar.

After Asmodeus betrayed him, the undead seized it and released a spell that he had changed and expanded, a spell that could be said to have been half-severed from him and the little devil, and Asmodeus could no longer perceive him, nor could he obtain from him the magical energy that the devil needed while he was in the main material plane, but he could not sign a real contract with any of the spellcasters, and in any case, the real name of the little devil was always in his hands- Therefore, the little devil's remaining magical energy will soon be drained by the main material plane, and it will face two difficult choices, if it continues to stay in the main material plane, although it can draw magical energy from the soul of mortals, but those thin magical energy can only be said to be a drop in the bucket, it will eventually become weakened by malnutrition, and will either be eaten by other bad demons or little devils or die forever, but if it chooses to return to the endless abyss...... Eternal Asmodeus! For the Devil, this is simply an unprecedented pain and shame, and it is not even forcibly sent back by a white robe!

And who will summon it after that? Asmodeus is sure that its former master will destroy its name completely, and how long will it wait for it to come to this plane full of food and pleasure again? five hundred years, a thousand years? The thought of this little devil will go mad - it should really be called Toto or Mimi, maybe some stupid little apprentice will call it out.

Lucky enough for Asmodeos, he met Ostahl, a warlock with the same awkward name as his former owner, who had not allowed his pet Animus, the two-headed viper, to devour his kind. He also found a master for Asmodeos - a stupid and short-sighted master with weak magical powers, but just in line with Asmodeus's needs - Dermon's ignorance of the devil made him rashly sign the so-called contract without obtaining the real name of the little devil, and after obtaining Asmodeos's real name, he was not smart enough to find the clues, and as for the poor magical energy contained in his soul, it was loose like a ball of powdered sugar. He had no way of discovering how Asmodeos was devouring them over time.

Well, if Asmodeos were to be compared, Damun's magical energy was a lump of powdered sugar, Ostar's magical energy was a mountain of hard candy, and the black-haired spellcaster was funny, his magical energy was like a river of hot chocolate that boiled and congealed at times - the kind that could not find its origin or end - Asmodeos loved chocolate and its unpredictability.

Even without Ostal's commission, it would have tried to follow him. Even though he was almost sent back to the abyss last time by this cursed debris for tens of thousands of years, he was only a human (well, maybe a little stinking elven blood), and he would always be negligent or faltering, and Asmodeus longed to pierce the spikes of his tail into his eyes, then catch and shred his soul and suck up the sweet and abundant magical energy.

So it really has nothing to complain about, when it gets grabbed by the mage - to be honest. The way he grabbed the little devil was also familiar to Asmodeos - many people thought that Asmodeos was dangerous only with the spikes on his tail, in fact. Every hair on the little devil's body was venom, a weapon that could both paralyze and poison enemies, and when they obeyed, they were softer than white velvet flowers, and when they stood upright, even a piece of leather armor could pierce them, and its claws and teeth—but the black-haired young mage's fingers were as hard and cold as rocks as they gripped it. His thumb pressed against Asmodeos' throat, and all four of the little devil's claws were pinched into its fur.

He looked at Asmodeos, and the shadow of the little devil was reflected in his black eyes, but the little devil could not find a trace of human emotion in it—this was it, the little devil thought. It snuck to the black-haired spellcaster's ship under the pretext of looking for food, and wondered how to use sophistry to dispel his guard, but as soon as it hit the ground, it sensed that something was wrong—if it was as deaf and blind as a human being, and could only identify people by its senses, it would have thought that it was someone else standing in front of it.

But its perception told it that they were the same person, and the little devil was completely confused.

Of course, now is not the time to think too much, it is not so friendly to grasp the fingers of the little devil, they are clenched together, the power is strong enough to crush a solid stone, the body of the little devil is crumpled into a small ball, if it is really a little devil, then it is dead by now.

Asmodeos didn't hesitate any longer, "Help!" it cried out, not ashamed at all.

"What do you want?" called Memmy, and as Cremar's eyes fell on her, Fro's priest stepped back timidly, but still stared nervously at his hand, or the small bag that hung around Asmodeos' neck.

The lich's finger pressed against the bag, it was small like a toy, but it was indeed a magic object, and it should have hidden something that would allow Asmodeos to escape the detection of the elves - it could be a scroll or a rune crest, which he had also made, after all, Asmodeos often needed to appear in certain areas where elves and white robes would also appear - he could feel that the spell he had cast on the little devil had not been lifted, it had no new owner, it was only hired - who had hired it? If it was only because of Baldwin, or Leona, it would have been much simpler, the problem was that he had just found something interesting in the gold-covered dragon grammar book - ah, funny, and deadly.

His fingers were rubbing around Asmodeos' body as if he were pinching a ball of mochi (a specialty of the Serisians), and damn it, the little devil thought to him, he was a bit like my former master, and my former master loved to pinch me when he was thinking - when would he finish thinking?

"Don't kill it!" Memy pleaded.

No, he wasn't going to send Asmodeos back just yet, though it might cause some casualties, but what did that have to do with the lich? He just had to look at Kerryben, the soul from another plane, stupid and sluggish, but barely able to say that he had a shred of sanity - it should understand, after all, he was only an undead before, and the undead were always better at killing than rescuing.

"I just...... Uh, let it do something for me. "The former immortal lazily tugged at the little devil's fat cheek pouch, pulled it to twice as long as it had been, relaxed, lengthened, relaxed...... That's not quite right, little devil thought, my former master wasn't that boring!

"What's the matter?" asked Memi, grabbing her robe, cautiously.

At that moment, Leona suddenly let out a loud cry and jeopardized herself—two transparent holes suddenly appeared on the cowhide tent, and judging by its trajectory, it might have pierced her shoulders if she hadn't reacted quickly.

The reed boat shook slightly, and then they heard the others shouting as well.

"Marlin. "The lich said that this was one of the most common monsters in the swamp, and that it was not very dangerous compared to other monsters that only lurked in the water and spewed water to hit their prey, but ......

Then Memmy watched in amazement as the mage carried the little devil's long, thin tail, and after a few weeks of repeated spinning in the air, threw it into the water like a chained iron ball.

"This is it. The lich said happily. (To be continued.) )

PS: I'm sorry, it's late, it's late, I'm not very satisfied with the previous chapter, so I simply deleted it all...... Let me make up for this slowly......