The Queen Mother glared at the visitor, leaned down, and put the unloaded robe back on her body, yes, she was a mortal, but she was not a pure mortal, she had seen the Prince of the Dark Sun, their only true god descended here, she had never seen such evil, so handsome, and so powerful, she gave all her love to the phantom at once, even if she never saw the slightest trace of him again— She was willing to give everything for him, and she thought that her piety might be better than that of the priests. Compared to Ciric, the king of Tara, a stupid mortal, is not so strangely overshadowed, she teases the man almost mockingly, and he even thinks that she loves him dearly because of his stupidity and ignorance, of course, she never goes against his wishes, and she doesn't need to, he seems to have a lot of power, but all the choices are originally pre-selected for him by her and her family in the tray.

He was a donkey with a blindfolded head, the Queen Mother thought to herself, walking towards the precipice without knowing anything, thinking that she was on the way to the light, greedy and cowardly, which made people feel bored when they saw it, but it was good for them, and it would be difficult to incite a shrewd king to turn his back on Rosada, at least the other party would have to taste a little sweetness before he would follow their command—and if he had guessed what they were doing, the price might have been higher. And poor King Tara, who was like a child with no adult body, when he found that Rosada had rejected his request, out of fear of death and old age, threw himself into the arms of Ciric without looking back, and they did not exert much effort - and as queen she simply said, "Yes, Your Majesty." "Yes, Your Majesty. "That's it, there is no need for the king to peek into the loopholes she's inadvertently exposed.

The Queen's brother paced the room in irritability, he was still dressed for the enthronement ceremony, but before that, like the other priests of Ciric, he wore dark purple velvet robes, and had the emblem of Cirek painted on his face, and directed Ciric's followers and priests to attack the earthly dwellings of Rosada, and now he had wiped the paint off— In addition to showing his piety to Ciric, this method also has the effect of covering his original face, after all, it is a felony to believe in Rosada's enemy Shirek in Tara, but just like the king of Tara, they have requirements that Rosada cannot meet.

In fact, years ago, the priests of Rosada had sternly reproached them for conniving at their knights to wage war and plunder slaves, but they weren't the only ones doing it, the whole Tara, no, it could be said that all the southern nations were doing it, and they even wondered if their ancestors had become a bunch of idiots a thousand years ago because of the plague and war- Slaves are such a useful tool, they can eat less than cattle and horses, under the action of medicine, but the strength can become as great as cattle and horses, and their temperament will become as docile as cattle and horses, although under the heavy crush, their lives will become very short, but it doesn't matter, humans are not elves, nor dwarves, nor dwarfs or giants, they reproduce faster than rabbits, like the islands of dragon fire, their slaves did not toil for them from generation to generation until that accident happened?

And the slaves they plundered can not only be turned into tools and cattle and horses, but also into jingling gold coins, in the southern countries, some countries not only do not have the strength to plunder other people's people, even their own people can not be saved, in order not to let the fields be barren and the cities decay, they can only redeem their own people or buy slaves from others, but because the price of slaves is often much lower than the ransom relationship, they will often choose the latter, when these lords, the king found that slaves are cheaper and better than serfs, it is normal for the demand to further increase- Although it is said that in a longer period of time a country or duchy will be destroyed, the queen's family, like many families who consider themselves powerful and dangerous, do not think that such a fate will befall them.

Not only slaves, but also many things from the Dragonfire Islands were also brought by them, for example, the "tobacco", when it was prevalent in the southern countries, there were not a few nobles who had nothing to do in the smoke for a few days and nights, and they did not mention how sad they were after these plants with bright flowers withered and broken overnight. Not to mention, like the queen's father, he may have been the first to find business opportunities and make a lot of profit from them, but either way, they can't get more than the lords of the Dragonfire Islands. So, when things suddenly took a turn for the better, and the White Pagoda and the Partridge Hills were covered with this plant, he was ecstatic.

Unfortunately, the best time is always the shortest, and when his trade was booming, with the sudden extinction of "tobacco", the priest Gredi, who was able to provide the finished product of "tobacco", the seed and the way of planting, was driven out of their territory by Rosada, Tyre, Ilmot, and several other priests of the good gods overnight, and Gredy was declared a false god, and the bright future suddenly became a castle in the air - so, would he lament and accept the tricks of fate? Of course not, he had been looking for the remnants of this plant, for which he even went to the Dragonfire Islands himself, but in the end he had to admit that this plant really seemed to have disappeared from this plane.

It was at that time that the priest of Ciric appeared in their family, and the queen's brother had been educated by them since he was a child, and so was the queen, and they were destined to become Ciric's dagger from that time, and it was a pity that the queen, who was more pious than her brother, could not become a priest because of her lack of talent, but fortunately she was also a useful pawn, and she was in love with the prince of the dark sun, for which she could give up everything— The queen's brother secretly reminded himself not to let the queen, the current queen mother think that her reverence for Ciric is not deep enough, if this crazy woman, when she betrayed her husband, he can't help but feel a little jealous when she gave birth to the king's second son— This is not ordinary conception, conception and childbirth, and even if ordinary human women are not frightened to death by evil and filthy rituals, they will gradually become mentally weakened and die of exhaustion due to various abnormalities during pregnancy, just like their sisters.

Sometimes, the queen's brother would murmur to himself, could it be that this sister of his had really won the favor of the prince of the dark sun because of her piety? Not only did she not die, but she even received his emblem, which made the queen's brother a little more cautious, or at least he would not continue to rebuke his sister fiercely.

"You should have done this a long time ago. The Queen Mother said in an indifferent tone, and as the clothes returned to her body neatly, her sanity seemed to have returned a little, and at least, the creepy fanaticism seemed to have gone away from her: "Laurie was originally a good skin. ”

"The king was only thirty years old," said her brother, "and though he could not get what he wanted from Rosada, he was a little vague and less eager to expect from him, but at sixty-five it was different, when did he stop hunting, when did he hang his beloved in bed, and he always complained that there was too little light in his room—it was because his eyes were already blurred......

"Human ......," said the Queen Mother, who did not care so much, and was glad to be able to serve her true god, but regretted that she had to continue to be with that stupid human being, to endure his touches and kisses, and his shallow anger and childish thoughts— Then there was his fear of death, which she scoffed at, she was also aging, and she would die, but she was not afraid, because she knew that the moment she set foot in the mourning wasteland, she would hear her lover's cry, and she would run away, and never be separated from him again, and she even longed for it—only hypocrites would avoid death, for he knew that at the end of the long and short journey, they would be punished by the dark sun for their arrogance.

The queen's brother shook his head, he was a little helpless and slightly envious of the queen's thoughts—if only his piety could outweigh his cowardice as the queen's, and although he could be said to be favored by the dark sun as Tara's senior priest, he also knew very well that once he went to the mourning wasteland, he would not necessarily be able to return to the god of conspiracy before being caught by demons and demons, and even if he could, he was still full of fear of Ciric, because he knew he was not so ...... Loyal.

"What happened to the priests in Rosada?" asked the Queen Mother.

"What else can they do?" replied the queen's brother, "The old king is dead, long live the new king." The old king has gone to the mourning wasteland with his sins on his shoulder, and sitting on the throne is an innocent young man, can they still punish their son for the sins of their father? The followers of the true god may be like this, but the lackeys of the false gods are accustomed to hypocrisy and pretentiousness, and they will not rashly accuse and suspect a king and his children, and when they, if they can, find the truth, they will not be able to produce any evidence to prove that the new king is the old king, unless a demigod lich can come and testify— But no kidding, they couldn't find even a living gray robe. And even if we could find them, wouldn't we be able to accuse them of being degenerate, a group of sinners who mingled with the undead and were complicit in trying to frame a naïve young man, who had shaken Decara?

The Queen Mother made a disgusting expression: "They won't give up." ”

"But now the king is ours," the queen's brother hesitated, "although I would love to have the king expel them immediately, maybe it would be better to wait a little longer - the king's body still needs to be stable, well, I forgot that you may not understand, but you don't need to understand either, be careful, the king's body cannot be seriously injured yet, because his body can still be said to be dead, and once he is dealt a fatal blow and his soul leaves the body again, his body will collapse...... We need to prepare as soon as possible to make up for this weakness – are you sure there's no problem with Laurie?"

"Though he hates me," said the Queen Mother, "he has a strange pity for his brother, perhaps because he knows ...... They are also man-made creatures. ”

"Let him keep his curiosity, his compassion, or whatever else," said the priest of Ciric, "and when the magical galaxy crosses the vault for the third time, we will be able to perform the ritual again." ”

"I promise he will. The Queen Mother said, "Perhaps we can give him something, for the children do not care about anything when they search for secrets." ”

"Beware of Pastor Rosada and the mage beside him. ”

"He'll be more careful than we are," the Queen Mother remembered that she had hired an evil warlock to stab Laurie behind him, and his filthy bloodline, "he didn't dare to let those people know no less than we did." ”

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Almost all of the temples in Rosada were burned and desecrated, but fortunately, most of the sanctuary remained, except for the canals and laurel trees in the courtyard, which could no longer be saved, and even the square tower was restored to its original appearance with the efforts of the people.

The priests of Rosada did their best to clear a few rooms for their guests first, and as spellcasters, the rooms of the black-haired dragonborn were arranged in the quietest and most remote location so as not to be disturbed too much. But as soon as he returned to his room, he saw that Kerry was at the walnut copying desk, looking intently at something. As soon as the lich raised his hand, the brass cover on the writing table gently moved away, and the fluorite light suddenly illuminated half of the room.

"Coming back?" Kerry asked gently, "How's Laurie doing?"

"Not very well," said the lich, "but I have said everything I can." ”

"Hopefully your assumptions are wrong. Kerry said from the bottom of his heart.

"My mentor is Ederna. The lich said, with some naïve irony.

"Uh, then, please forgive me for my mistakes. Kerry said, quietly observing the other party, is the undead imitating the innocent soul, or is he really under his influence, of course, Kerry would have liked the latter, but the first thing he has to admit is that the other party does have an unparalleled talent for disguise or pretension...... His posture was as natural, leisurely, and calm as a fish in the water and a leaf in the wind, and if Kerry had been as willing to avoid it as before, he would not have been able to detect the difference between the two.