At this moment, Xiao Hu Cong had almost as much love for him as he had between his master and his hostess, and he prepared a brown, red, and white Moorish horse for Mei Mi, less than a year old, a mare, which was not suitable for fighting, but very suitable for carrying weights and long journeys, and also prepared a sturdy pack mule for her to carry her luggage.

Memey's companions were puzzled by her departure, and some even secretly laughed at her—the Norman kings of the Highlands were certainly a good one, but they were markedly inferior to the seasons, the serenity, and the abundance—and in any case, they knew from the bards and the knights of Baldwin that the Norman kings of the Highlands were more impressive than the gems and furs for their long, boring winters and the harsh laws of the same winters.

Moreover, the temple of Flo in the Norman capital of the Highlands still had its senior priests and priests, and the wandering priests might be accepted there, but more likely they would be expelled from them on all sorts of bizarre charges, or managed to be imprisoned - some of the temples where the "resources" were not so abundant, while the goddess's attendants were already overcrowded, and the priests, who were old or had little novelty to the local population, had to beware of newcomers stealing or stealing their places.

The temple of the White Tower was empty, and the previous priest Flo had left in a hurry, taking nothing with him except his clothes and money, and the guards had arrived in good time, so that none of the luxuries such as furniture and silk carpets in the temple were missing, nor had they been damaged, and the eight priests of Flo were so happy to come in, and they offered Flo with the dried pea flowers, jewels, and gold they had brought with them, and prayed to her to see which of them she would like to be the senior priest of the temple.

Normally, whoever is the youngest, the most beautiful, and the most precious is the most likely to get this position, but to Pastor Flo's surprise, the glory of the senior pastor never fell on any of them, and their connection with Flo became unusually blurred and drifting.

A strange woman stepped out from behind the pink marble wall carved with men and women intermingling, she was more beautiful than the eight of them, smooth brown skin, long curly copper hair gently swept across her bare waist, and her black eyes shimmered like deep pools of water in the moonlight.

Two thieves followed her closely behind a disgusting ogre, who was also taller and stronger than the average woman, dressed in a bright red silk robe, but with no golden bells tied to her belt, but hung a dagger without a scabbard, a serpent-like whip, and a silver-tipped hammer.

Flo's attendant looked up, trying to rebuke the blasphemer who had trespassed into the sacred ceremony, but a thief jumped up nimbly and slapped her so hard that he knocked her unconscious: "Shut up," he hissed, "listen to this venerable lady." ”

His companion menacingly drew his knife.

The red-robed woman gave a wicked smile, "Don't hurt them," she said, "they're an important asset to the guild." ”

Yawned very impolitely, rubbing the gemstone ring on his finger, the ring also hid a Mithril ring, the ring was engraved with the logo of the guild, before the whole plan was implemented, he was not qualified to tattoo a "thin net" directly on his finger as a mage with mediocre ability, and now he relied on his wisdom, Courage and ability have won the entire White Tower (and perhaps more in the near future), and they are begging him to tattoo this emblem with a thin silver net, indicating that he has become a member of the entire hidden and vast guild leadership, but this time it is Demon who is hesitant, does he still need the guild? Although his apprenticeship contract is still in the hands of his mentor, there are many ways he can invalidate it - for example, killing his mentor - Thinking of this, De Monser flinched, his mentor had wiped out a bands of thieves of as many as two at one time, and had once plunged thousands of homeless people who had fled here due to famine into a swamp created by magic, he was powerful and cruel and ruthless,

Or, as he had planned, to exchange Adamantite Mithril and Snow Honey for a contract?

Adamantite and Mithril could be obtained from other places, but snow honey was the unique output of the Silvercrown Forest, and the thought that he had to deal with those elves and snakes again made Dermon irritate as if he were sleeping on a red-hot iron bed.

Because of this, even the wonderful ** he had been looking forward to for a long time did not make the new owner of the White Tower any happier, and before the dawn had yet to penetrate the light mist of dawn, he left the comfortable couch and returned to his room--he felt a little relieved by the scrolls and wands, magic potions, and charms, and his eyes rested on a silk carpet from the temple of Fro-the silk carpet was made of pink crystals, and beads made of rhinoceros horn and oyster shells were woven into the edges, depicting a pair of mutual red** Naked men and women, surrounded by fragrant pea flowers, pepper, ginger, cinnamon, and onions, which are commonly used aphrodisiacs, according to the priest Flo, who gave it, spread this silk blanket on the bed of a husband and wife or a lover, and both men and women could get pleasure that they had never received before.

In addition to these, he also got a small chest full of gold and precious stones, Demund knew what they were praying for, and when he sent out to invite Priest Flo, he did not forbid them to tell others that the Temple of Flor in the White Tower had lost its owner, and sure enough, he and the guild had obtained nine young and beautiful Priests of Flor without spending a single gold coin, although for some reason, one of Priest Flo left in a hurry, but it didn't hurt.

These seductive and unrestrained women with experience and skill can bring considerable money and intelligence to the guild.

Unfortunately, he couldn't take a silver coin from it, or get a less reliable side message for free.

But Demont felt that he could still control himself, knowing that the generosity of the Guild rivaled the chastity of Priest Flo, and that he and his mentor had hunted down more self-proclaimed wise people than he had ever seen.

"We'll see. He said, stroking his favorite Adamantite Staff, chanting a spell and opening the secret door to the chamber.

He also had an obsidian brazier that was not much different from the Alvar mage, and along with the fire elemental plane, the little devil Asmodeos, who was not tame enough to respect his master, fell dying in the brazier - the flames did no great harm to the little devil from the endless abyss, after all, its homeland was full of smoke, sulfur and fire, and even had a certain healing effect, but Asmodeos hated the magic circle depicted on the periphery of the brazier, which limited and weakened the magic of the little devil.

If it had been before, it wouldn't have been caught by this fragile mage, but it was so badly injured when it broke free from the expulsion spell that it was almost dead.

It squeaked, quietly, with fear and humility, knowing that its temporary master would be pleased.

"You're dying," said Demont triumphantly, looking down at his pet, "you're going to be sent back for a whole year, and you'll need someone to summon you before you can come here again—a place full of food and fun." ”

"Oh," the little devil pleaded weakly, "don't ...... I can do a lot for you. ”

Demont waited for a while, until he thought he had had enough of Asmodeos' pain: "I'm not that stupid kid anymore - Asmodeos, I don't trust you - unless you give me your real name, don't deceive me with specious pseudonyms or variants, I have a scroll that will determine if you tell the truth." ”

The little devil hesitated, and Dermon cast a spell, first a sharp wind blade, then a yellow-green acid, and several hideous wounds suddenly appeared on Asmodeos's round body, and it could not bear to cry out sharply: "Here you are," it cried, "To you, to you, my esteemed master, if you really want it, you can take it—my real name." ”

Take it - the real name that belongs only to my true master.

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