Standing in front of Cremar and the others was a fortress that had been abandoned for a long time, the towers had collapsed, the walls were crumbling, the stone bricks were full of spiked thorns, and there was a black trace under the hole for shooting and observation, that was the top of the city wall that had been in disrepair for many years, and the rain flowed into the wall, and the rain overflowed through the hole, and then flowed down from the edge of the hole, moss used to grow in this damp place, but for some reason, maybe because of the cold climate, they rotted and died, but still stubbornly left their mark. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Something wriggled beside the Grenada's vision, and the knight turned his head slightly to see that it was a mud monster, and he sighed, "Is there really anyone who can live in a place like this?"

"Think about how fresh that meat is. His companion said that though they were all evildoers, the lifeless silence made them feel very uncomfortable, and they had not even seen a gopher, a bird, or even an insect other than a spider except for a monster, and thought that in a few days someone might come out and drive the living humans into the community of monsters, and let them feast on them— The knight glanced at his companions, and although legend has it that the Dragontooth Knights of Grenada raised their mounts from captives and slaves, it was all a rumor, and the price of slaves could not be lower than that of cattle or pigs and sheep, but the grumpy Hippogriff would attack humans when they were hungry and angry—and it could only be said that those who had been gutted out or had their heads cut off were unlucky.

"Is it true that the Grand Duke does not know?" asked the other knight.

"I've checked his memory," the warlock said, "maybe you're questioning my spells?"

The knight grimaced, raised his hands, and apologized, "So it's someone else?"

"What do you want to know?" asked the warlock.

"I just want to know a little bit more. The knight said, "There is a ...... about the master here," and if there were caravans or mercenaries who had sent "provisions" to this strange-tempered mage, they could get a lot of "things" from them, and perhaps they would have been able to complete this strange task in peace.

"Maybe not. Their highness suddenly said, "The one who greets us has come." ”

Shadowy shadows appeared behind the city gates, moving slowly, the knights making a guard posture, the warlock putting his hands in his sleeves, and a spell ready to be fired.

"Strange ...... Guest," said the head of the man, "I haven't had it for a long time...... See this...... Such a guest......" He speaks even more strangely - like a clockwork with a flabby clock, if this is the after-effect of not talking to people for a long time, but the meat they find out of the belly of the winged snake is so fresh, or is the guest different from the "feed"? In his hand he held a whale wax candle that had been stored for an unknown amount of time, not only emitting black smoke, but also emitting a disgusting stench, but the light was quite dazzling, and people couldn't help but want to divert their gaze, only the black-haired dragonborn could look directly at them without hindrance- It was a servant, dressed in old but luxurious clothes, with a pale complexion, his eyes were an almost transparent gray, and his black hair was neatly combed back, and it was evident that he was the leader of the servants, and he actually smiled when he saw Cremar.

"There are very few ...... here Somebody will come," he said, and his words became a little smoother: "Are you lost? Or are you here looking for something? Whatever it is, if you want to come in and rest, there are still some ...... A room for lords and knights. ”

"We are not lost, but if we are looking for something," replied the otherworldly spirit, "Yes, we have come to find a mage who dwells in the Blighted Spirits. ”

"There is only one mage in the Spirit of the Withered," said the chief of the servants, "our master." ”

He bowed to Cremar, "Come with me, please, and go to the hall, where our master is, with Madame." ”

Danos glanced at their Highness.

They followed the leader of the servants slowly, and through the ruined corridor, a warlock looked up, and where there should have been one, or two, iron gates, there was only a wide dark black gap, like a toothless mouth that was slightly opened, I don't know if the fortress was stolen after it was broken, or because of excessive rust, it fell or was demolished - through the corridor is the fort, which was originally a blacksmith shop. The place where the stables and the knights had trained, but now only a rough estimate could be made from the ruins, but there was no sign of life, and the two retinues that followed behind the chief of the servants remained silent, their faces covered with hoods, and a gruffled gasp in their throats with an eerie rhythm.

Like most fortresses, there was an inner wall between the main fort and the square, not as wide as the outer wall, but large enough for two knights to gallop side by side, and there was a pair of wooden gates inlaid with a total of twelve black irons, and the servant leader's retinue stepped forward and pushed them open, "Is this the dwarven pulley?" A warlock asked casually, of course, the door used for defense is not so easy to open, it can only be said that either there is a dwarf skill mixed in, or these two followers have a power comparable to that of the dragonborn.

"Of course," said the chief of the servants, "we oil every day, and it's too damp here, you see." ”

He pointed to a spot, but even the Dragonborn, who could see in the dark, couldn't see it, as if someone had cast a spell there, but the reflected water did spread out somewhere about the ground.

They also felt that their feet were getting thicker and thicker, and this feeling was no stranger to the knights and warlocks of the dragon's teeth, and every time they stood on the battlefield that had become silent again, they could feel the blood, internal organs, sweat and tears, and indistinguishable secretions and bodily fluids, mixed together and trampled countless times, but when they looked down to look at the ground, all they saw was stone bricks, only slightly damp.

"Here we are. The chief of the servants said, and then, very suddenly, a glimmer of light shone out of the darkness, and they stopped in front of the tower-like main fort, and the door opened, and a warm light enveloped them. An elaborate and ornate folding iron ladder flipped down from a height above the knight's shoulder, and the door to the main castle was never placed on the ground or at a height that the enemy could easily cross in order to prevent enemy attacks.

The hall of the main castle was as bright as day, the hearth was blazing, the iron pot above was boiling meat, and the rich spices were placed, and the enticing smell filled the nostrils at once, and the heat of the fire drove away the irritating dampness and cold. Immediately next to the hearth, there are two long tables with twelve chairs behind them, and in the place where the master should be, there is also a long table, but behind the long table there are only two chairs, which is a bit unconventional, because according to the convention, the host should invite important guests to sit with him, but since here is not a lord but a mage, then one does not have to be too fastidious.

Moreover, the chairs were covered with brocade and cushions filled with down, and even if a lord sat on them, there was nothing to be faulted with. And the smell of the iron pot, which was the width of an adult male's arms outstretched, and the smell of the herbs, or the flesh of any animal, made the Grenadans squirm, even if they had eaten a hearty and delicious meal before leaving the shelter.

- It's strange, the soul of the other world, how do I feel that I smell spicy crayfish and cherry meat?

- Because it was a spell and not a real smell, the lich had nothing to say that of the scattered fragments of memory, the most he had caught was about food, and he deeply doubted that if this soul was a native of his own plane, and a gifted being a mage or a warlock, would it be recorded in his spell book...... Caligade's Claw (for thinly slicing fish), Flame Shield (for roast duck), Frost Mist (for shaved ice and ice cream, or frozen pears and persimmons...... And so on, in any case, in that plane, even a book that records monsters that can destroy the world a million times at every turn will indicate whether such and such a monster is edible, what it tastes like, how to eat it, and what kind of effect it can produce after eating...... Sometimes the former undead feel that it is easy to understand the almost stupid optimism of their cohabitants—if the dragons were on that plane, perhaps they had migrated just to avoid being eaten up by the humans......

So what we smell may not be a smell?

Then the black-haired Dragonborn turned to look at the warlocks and knights who were looking at him, "That's wonderful," he said, "I seem to smell the ray soup, it's my favorite soup." ”

A warlock sniffled strangely: "I think it's like mutton soup......"

"Or sweet soup......," said Danos, and then he immediately paused, with a smiling expression that was not a smile.

"It's mutton soup. The chief of the servants hastened to remedy: "But the rays, yes, the rays may have a little, or some honey, as we always do, and the honey tempers the spicy taste of the peppers. ”

"Is it fermented rays?" asked the spirit of the other world seriously, "I like rays that have been fermented for more than three years." ”

"Three years, no less than one day, not one more day, distinguished guest. The chief of the servants said.

- Then this hall should be filled with the smell of 84 disinfectant by now, the soul of the other world said pityingly.

- It's a little weird. Said the lich.

They sat down behind a long table, and it was probably lamb soup, and it was ray soup, and a soup with pepper and honey was brought along with a dull, cloudy wine, and then some bread as hard as iron and thick slices of roast.

"I beg your pardon," said the owner here, "we haven't had guests for a long time, and these are what we usually eat, and I hope you don't think we're slacking off." ”

"I think it's a very good feast," said the otherworldly spirit, "but before that, I think I'll have to finish my task first." ”

"Speak. ”

The Otherworldly Soul took out the scroll and said a name, and the owner paused, "Yes, it's me," he looked at the scroll, "Can I know the honorable name of that lord?" I have been in seclusion for a long time, and I didn't expect anyone to know my name. ”

"So," he continued, "is it your task to give me this scroll?"

"Yes. ”

"Then please leave it to my man, thank you very much, my legs are almost ruined by the dampness here. ”

After getting the scroll, the owner here unexpectedly cast one or two spells to determine whether the scroll would pose unfathomable danger, and then he opened the scroll and took a look at its contents, no one knew what the red dragon said in it, but it must have been very brief, because the reader only looked up for a moment, and a smile appeared on the skeletal but strangely bloody face: "I am really surprised," he said, "I have the honor of being invited by a red dragon." He set the scroll aside. "And she gave me an answer, you know, I've been waiting for it long enough." ”

"What do you think?" he looked at his wife, who sat beside him, who seemed very reserved and shy, for even in the hall she was dressed in a robe that reached fingertips and toes, and with a pointed hat, the veil from which was so thick and heavy that it was impossible to see her face, and her fingertips moved a little awkwardly on the scroll, and almost no one could see it, and she nodded, as if she agreed with her husband.

Her husband smiled with relief, and he extended his hand to his guests, "Well, I think I'm going to thank you. Please dine," he turned, a large purple tourmaline ring, and the ring on the Mithril base gleamed on his little finger, "I know that my hospitality may be nothing short of satisfactory, but I think that after the meal, we may be able to go and see some of my little collections, from which you can choose whatever you want, whatever you want, I've been here for decades, I have no friends, no enemies, and almost nothing has been used again—runes, gems, scrolls, Potion ......"

"Please," he said gently, "and then you can sleep comfortably." ”

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There's one more chapter to come, go to sleep and read it tomorrow morning.