It is said that Rigoletto's tongue is smoother than lard, more gorgeous than a bird's feathers, and more vicious than the saliva dripping from a pit viper, but in front of the Grenada, Rigoletto's tongue is like frozen lard, and the broken feathers and venom thrown into the flames have lost all their advantages, but his courage is not unrewarded, and when he stops it, the quiet griffin finally does not pose a mortal threat to the Grand Duke and his courtiers. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

The leader of the Grenada looked at Rigoletto, then glanced behind him, "Who is the Grand Duke?"

The courtiers looked at the Grand Duke, the ruler of the realm stood up with the help of others, stroked his chest, and cast a look at the mage under the cover of the courtiers, who shook his head slightly, he did not tell the Grenada that the Great Guild had come to meet them, it was not necessary, and would make him feel ashamed - the Grenada could find him, but he could not find the Grenada, and even if he could, he would not have the courage to disturb a dragon vein warlock, who was known to be irascible and irritable.

The Grand Duke stepped forward, but none of the knights got off their mounts, they were condescending, looking down on the Grand Duke, like a judge in a court overlooking sinners, the Grand Duke bowed deeply in disapproval, his brother died at the hands of these people, and he was not angry about this, after all, this brother gave him more humiliation than benefit, but he definitely did not want these people to think that he had a grudge.

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"We should get the job done as soon as possible and get back to where we belong. "At a lively banquet with bards singing, rigosters telling jokes, and entertainers playing tricks, a dragon-toothed knight whispered unhappily.

"I think the first thing we should do is make sure we can go somewhere, and I don't really care where we get back. His companion said.

"You don't think that just because His Highness chose us, we should be loyal to him. The previous Dragontooth Knight asked with a sneer.

His companion looked at him and smiled.

In Grenada, a smile is often not a smile, it can include a lot of things, and the knight's companions don't bother to explain too much to him, for example, they have been on the same side as His Highness Kremar since they were selected by him - who would choose to have an enemy by his side instead of a friend, especially if he knew that the task was not secure, but he knew that most of their respect for this Highness came from his mount - Whereas, the warlocks still hadn't been able to figure out what the drug that would have driven the griffinx mad to death was, let alone where it came from or from whom. However, His Highness didn't seem to care very much, and based on his great power, he didn't pick out those who were subdued by him, as the Red Dragon had done, but just grabbed a few good-looking berries from the rattan basket called the Legion like a naïve child.

They were willing to serve him, of course, and that's fine, but if they weren't, then His Highness wouldn't be merciful enough to let the betrayer leave him entirely, or rather, it was because His Highness Cremar was always so gentle that he would always be on high alert - much easier to deal with if he would only be as loud as Kelmen or Kelce.

The Grand Duke naturally did not complain about Cremar's gentleness, he had no ambitions, and although he also had a mage, this mage could be said to be completely in the form of a master, and he was not very interested in magic, power, or power - every visit he made to the Grand Duke's brother while he was still alive would give them a headache. Truth be told, they feared that the Grenadians would make a terrible show of their might out of human flesh and blood in the royal capital, but thankfully not, even the griffinx, who supposedly fed on humans, looked very satisfied after the servants of the Dieter's slaves had offered their fat calves with trepidation.

"That's because the ratio of human bones to flesh is really not in line with our aesthetics," said the human-faced sphinx sincerely, "of course, if it were like that, it would be quite suitable for our stomachs." ”

He raised one of his paws and pointed at the cook, who was hiding in the corner and peeking at them, no matter where he was, the cook was hardly hungry, let alone the cook, let alone the cook, and the slaves and sphinxes heard a terrible cry, and saw the cooker crawl out of their sight, and even the slaves smiled slightly.

"He's not a bad guy. A slave said.

Keo looked surprised, if there was anything different about the other slaves, it was that they were exceptionally clean, and it was clear that they were also one of the meals provided to the sphinx, and Keo could not understand how anyone could still have no grudge against the person who gave them to the beast to eat.

"Well," said a man who was a little older than the slave who spoke, "in the winter we were allowed to live with livestock, mainly pigs, which were warm, and we were able to eat the rest of the swill, and if we were sick, we were relieved of the work of the mill and the packers, and when we died, we could be buried." ”

"Looks like he's doing a good job. Keo said dryly, at least better than Grenada's slaves, whose souls and bodies would be reused when they died, and would be complained of by the warlocks about their poor condition.

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Of course, the lich knew that there might not even be a single person in his team who was willing to be loyal to him, but it was really nothing, the selfishness carried in the dragon's blood made nine out of ten Grenadas do not know what it means to give, even Gredi, their gods and mothers, their dedication is to be repaid, if the reward is not enough to satisfy them, or if there is not enough strength to make them fear, then even the only remaining ancient red dragon will be reduced to the most miserable situation, after all, she herself is extremely rare。

Still immersed in the beautiful imagination of dissecting the red dragon, or rather, the lich never regarded it as an imagination, but as a preparation and plan, and although his path had some deviations, he believed that one day he would put his hands into the red dragon's hot blood and hold her strong heart. The black-haired dragonborn walked along the smooth corridor, and the Grand Duke wisely gave up his entire palace, which was a square complex with a flat square and a circular courtyard in the middle, which looked quite lovely, and with a bit of leisure and refinement, and the griffins chose a place to rest in the courtyard, and their masters lived in the two wings of the palace, and the rooms of the Grand Duke and his wife rightfully belonged to the chiefs of the knights. The room was very spacious, but not extravagant, and perhaps because of the Grand Duke's personal preferences, the focus was almost always on comfort, so much so that there was no desk for reading and writing, and in their eagerness they did not know where to move a large, heavy desk like stone.

The soul of the other world stretched out and woke up, always feeling a little uneasy to sleep in the sea of consciousness, and it "saw" the lich reach out and stroke it casually on the table, and with a slight rolling sound, the table top tilted at an angle, and then the two seemingly decorative gold inlays jumped up with a clatter, and the lich slid smoothly from one end to the other, close to its companion.

- A copying table for the caster, said the lich, he closed his eyes slightly, and touched a small dot on the raised relief with his fingertips, which was carved into one of Medusa's eyes, and with seven rotations, three small drawers jumped out of the relief, the panels of which were irregular, two vipers rolled together and a hand stretched forward, and in the drawers there were still some things in the boxes and bottles, some of which were rotten, but the gem powder and some of the things that could be kept for a long time still shine.

- Fragments of dragon scales, the lich said longingly, this table has been around longer than he thought, this is the broken scales of the golden dragon, you know, it was the golden dragon who was the first to leave this plane, and even if they were still there, the golden dragon was the most difficult dragon in the dragon race, even the evil red dragon could not resist their magic, he reached out as if he was confused, and then stopped, when there was a gap as thick as a hair from the bottle.

If this box could curse, it must have been swearing for a long time. The otherworldly soul thought, of course it knew that the lich wasn't stupid enough to be fooled by a bottle of dragon scales.

After a pause, the bottle was lifted up, and at that moment, a cloud of darkness jumped up, "Aha!" The little devil, who had also hidden himself in the shadows, screamed with joy and flew up, suddenly popping out of the stuffed hamster's body a large red jaw that not only exceeded its original body, but could even completely engulf the darkness that could engulf the entire dragonborn.

- I must say that the scene was not only not terrible, but also a little funny, the spirit of the other world said that the little devil did not seem to be able to dissolve this "thing" at once, and that it lay on its back on the carpet, its belly swollen, and it looked like a hairball, and it took a lot of effort to find its nose, paws, and tail.

- That's a bad demon, the lich said, and we'll not be able to feed this guy for a hundred years.

In the little devil's whining protests, the lich began to check the other things in the box, the bottle of dragon scales was obviously a bait, both the caster and the non-caster would see the shimmering diamond-shaped fragment of the bottle for the first time, the other things in the box were what a spellcaster really needed, diamond dust, amber powder, crystal beads were nothing, as long as the caster's financial resources could support it, even if there was no shop, there would be merchants to get it for them, and the real treasure was the casting materials that were taken from the various parts of the creature- Necromancy is not the only one that uses these, but some of the more modified and enhanced spells that can be magnificently beautiful if more "suitable" materials are used.

- Some of the materials are very old, the lich says, and more than a thousand years ago, they were common because they were born from dragons, like this dragon dung phosphorus moss, and smearing it on the object it needs not only to make it shiny, but also to drive out goblins or monsters of similar size.

The lich cast a prediction spell to make sure he wouldn't miss anything, and sure enough, a block that looked indistinguishable from the other carved plates shone with a faint glow, and he took it down, it was a rune board, apparently a retreat or a killer for himself by the owner of the table, but it didn't matter, their new owners could make the most of it.

――What is it?

-- It is a pedigree diagram, and the lich casually says that every family and grand duke and king with a long history will have such a picture, and every time a child is born, a mistress or maid will embroider the child's name underneath, and if he dies young, he will embroider a broken branch underneath, and if he dies as an adult, he will embroider a dead leaf on the left side, and they have learned to use a tree diagram to represent the connection between each person, and at a glance they can know where their noble blood comes from.

The otherworldly spirits noticed that the lich had suddenly stood still in front of the tapestry.

――What do you think this means?

The soul of the other world looked over, in the third row, the taproot split into four groups, symbolizing three sons and a daughter, tragically, only one small root continued, the other three seemingly thick roots suddenly broke together, seventeen broken branches and dead leaves representing premature death and death were so shocking- The lich pointed to the ancestor of the root that had been fortunate enough to continue, and to his left side was supposed to be a withered leaf, but the color of the leaf, though dull and gray over the years, was still a green leaf.

- The caster's or the embroiderer's mistake? Otherworldly spirits know that such fabrics are to be preserved for hundreds of years or more, either by magic, or by using magical raw materials from the time they are spinned, so that they will not be brittle and rotten with the passage of time, nor will they be damaged by water, fire, hot soup, and other accidents.

- Maybe not a mistake, said the lich, putting his finger on the name and reading it carefully before turning away.