"Stand up," Cremar said, "and let me see your face." ”

The young man immediately stood up, and he looked up, but as a sign of deference, he did not look directly at the caster, but instead landed his gaze on the edge of the knee-high white robe—yes, black undershirt, white outrobe, gray cloak, just as described.

Cremar was also observing the man, who was supposed to be a man, but with an indescribable sense of disobedience - he was wrapped only in a strip of gray-white linen from the waist down, although the corners of the linen were embroidered with delicate flowers, silver chains around his neck, and a pair of dark gray whale leather boots, this outfit suggested that he probably did not have a identity of his own, and he rarely did not grow long hair, but completely removed it, so that the bones erected at the back of his head could be clearly seen.

He was about a cubit shorter than the dark-haired spellcaster, fair-skinned, with calm, brown eyes, an overly crisp and beautiful voice, an unusually human ability to read words and colors, a dexterous tongue that seemed to have been cast by magic, and the killer weapon of his master, the ninth son of the lord, the inviter had an entire island, his own soldiers, land, sea, and reefs, and thousands of slaves and hundreds of gnomes.

About a few miles from Redthroat Harbour, the ninth son of the owner of the Eastern Crown, is a large reef rooted in warm turquoise waters that stretches in a belt, separated from the Eastern Crown by a shallow and wide-band lagoon.

The center of the island is high and raised, like a ridge on the back of a turtle, and the fortress and palace of the son of the lord are in the center of the towering ridge, from which you can overlook the entire island.

The most hospitable hospitality began when they had accepted the invitation, and it was gratifying that they did not have to sit in baskets and be carried away by slaves after leaving the ship, and that the richly dressed servants summoned them in richly decorated sedan chairs, topped with dark brown tulle that sheltered them from the scorching sun. Carried by two seemingly thin slaves, but even though one of them was a Berdwin, who could weigh hundreds of pounds with a broadsword of pure gold, they lifted the palanquin as if it were a phantom and not a real human.

Flo's priest picked up a little bit of the fabric hanging under the sedan with the tip of her little thumb, rubbed it gently, and measured their value, and then she was surprised to find that the pendant used to keep these light fabrics from flying around was actually made of precious sea pearls, and she hesitated, but she controlled her fingers, and did not pluck a few, in order to make sure that she could do the same. She struggled to turn her gaze away—they were walking through a delightful shade of green— There are both precious crops and ordinary trees, birds with brilliant feathers singing unhurriedly in the dense foliage, and parasitic plants that stretch out their bright arms from between the greenish-brown branches, their petals are strong, fat, and bright, some like naked male villains, like flying white doves, or like cute hoods or broad-brimmed hats, they pour down like a tide. It has a clean and subtle fragrance.

The island's hosts welcomed them in the spacious Pillared Hall, which had no walls and a cool sea breeze that flowed through the hall unhindered, bringing people an incomparably cool and fresh air – somewhat unexpectedly. The island's master was also a young man, about the same age as the servant who had come to greet them, wrapped in fine silk and precious mythril, and wearing a pair of intricately crafted lace-up flats. Memmy heard a slight snort from Glenn beside her, and it seemed that he knew the value of the shoes - if Mame could steal them, then she wouldn't have to worry about how to be accepted and taken in by a strange temple of Flo.

They didn't talk for long. To be exact, the young lord's attention was almost entirely on the black-haired spellcaster, though he was quick to empathetic to ask them to rest, especially the mage, and apologize for the servant's presumptuous and rude behavior.

His apology was to lash out to the face of everyone he sent — these people were whipped, and then people put living starfish on top of those horrific wounds, and the starfish preyed on their prey by turning their stomachs upside out, wrapping them around their prey and secreting digestive enzymes, melting it and absorbing it, and having such a large appetite that a young starfish could eat one and a half times its own body weight in a day.

Even Gülen couldn't look at this scene directly, and Mei Mi turned even pale.

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Mei Mi's face didn't improve until she returned to her room.

"That's a slave?" she asked.

"Yes, yes. Glenn said - he had his own room, but he wasn't done with Memmy yet.

"I don't quite understand. Mei Mi said.

"It should be the son of the Eastern Crown Lord. The thief toyed with his adamantite dagger, spinning it between his fingers.

"What?!"

"One of the sons. The thief added.

Mei Mi compared the gap between him and the son of another lord, it was a world of difference!, "Born out of wedlock?"

"As I said, there is no difference between illegitimate and legitimate children in the Dragonfire Islands. The men of the Dragonfire Islands did not have wives. Glenn reluctantly remarked that Drake was a bad talker, and that he was good and willing to gossip, and that thieves were always willing to get some free information: "They only have slaves, and if they want children, it's very simple, just pick a female slave from among their slaves that they can look at and be able to give birth, and if not, then buy one." ”

He stuck out his tongue and licked the blade of the dagger, the adamantite dagger had no magic attached to it, but its blade was always cold, whether it was in the Highlands Norman or in the Dragonfire Islands. "Slave girls are kept in captivity in their mansions or palaces for a certain period of time, to ensure that their bloodlines are not polluted, and if a girl is born...... Hundreds of years ago, it could be said to be lucky, because at that time there were hundreds of lords in the Dragonfire Islands, and they needed to use marriage to consolidate the alliance or paralyze the enemy, but since the power of the Dragonfire Islands finally got an unprecedented balance - the east crown, the west pass, the south and the north, each big island has only one lord, one voice, one ruler, and the lords of the other islands are just some small people who are not worth mentioning, they no longer need to make peace with anyone, so their female descendants will only become a slave. ”

"What about men?"

"Men will stay. "You know, there is a limit to the production of women, and men can have as many descendants as they want, so they always have sons of similar age, ranging from tens to hundreds." ”

"And then?"

"They would be gathered together and fed," Gülen said, "and then the first nine sons would become nobles, with a small island as their domain, and the next sons would become slaves." ”

Mei Mi stroked the thief's hand and paused: "Not a civilian?"

The thieves let out a sneer, "They don't need civilians. ”

"But that seems a little bit unfair. ”

"There's nothing unfair about it," said the thief, "and if anyone is not satisfied with their ranking, he can move himself up one place or more." ”

Mei Mi gave a strange expression, "It seems that some thieves' guilds also use this method to select their apprentices. ”

"That's a good way," the thief said nonchalantly.

"What about when they become adults?" asked Memi, "will they have a chance?"

The thief glanced at Flo's priest, unsure whether she intended or not, the guild and some nobles and spellcasters would set up peeping and eavesdropping devices in their mansion rooms, it was almost common knowledge, their previous conversation could be said to be a secret that was not widely circulated, but it was a little dangerous to go deep into it.

"Of course not," said Gülen, "don't you think they're a little different? they've all been castrated, they're neither men nor women, they're nothing but life." (To be continued.) )