Dermon also gave Ann Rui a gift from her, which was a rocking chair that had been enchanted. When someone sits on it and touches the grape engraving on their left hand, it shakes slowly and regularly in small increments, and music plays. Of course, it wasn't Demon's own spell, unless he wanted his son to die with his wife right now, given that his spell success rate was always at a dangerously low altitude. Anrui's father, the former lord, also had a similar chair, but it was engraved with fragrant pea flowers - almost nothing related to Fro could escape lewdness and depravity, and the reason why this seemingly ordinary magic paraphernalia was made was only to add more convenience and fun to men and women who wanted to have a good time.

As a little girl, Ann Rui used it as a strange wooden horse, until the owner of the Partridge Hill and the White Tower found her in the attic where only a ray of sunlight shone on countless dust, and he had a rare red cheek covered with a thick beard, and Ann Rui had not seen the chair since.

Knowing what the use of the chair was after Ann Rui became De Mond's wife, Ann Rui showed a sarcastic smile, Dur Rui had not been on the plain of mourning for less than a year, De Mond seemed to have forgotten them completely, he couldn't wait to make a marriage contract with Ann Rui, swore to be husband and wife, and then raped her and her maid, and within a decade turned the Archon's mansion into a honey nest for prostitutes and priests Flo, and Ann Rui suspected that his chair was only an occasional addition when he made the chair that he often used as a bed- If she had been a few months ago, she would have refused without hesitation, and perhaps would have smashed the chair in Demon's face, but now she just smiled and accepted the humiliating gift meekly and gratefully.

Killing her former self wasn't too difficult, nor too painful, Anrui sat in her chair, fingers crossed on her abdomen, which wasn't too prominently raised.

She wasn't surprised when the shadow of a statue suddenly changed.

It was a bronze statue twice the height and four widths of a grown man—it had been given the form of an appendage by the craftsman who shaped it, and the craftsman was so skilled that many of the appendage's heads came to life, especially the human heads that had been snatched and pressed to the creature's body, their eyes glaring, their mouths wide open, their faces contorted, as if they were ready to let out a sharp and sad wail at any moment. Demon's pet sat right next to one of their ears, its tail and wings folded, it didn't look very energetic, its body curled up into a small, black, fluffy body, and if she didn't know its true identity, Anrui might be willing to pet it and give it a piece of maple candy.

"Good evening," said Asmodeeos, bowing to Anrui, "my mistress and little master." ”

Anrui almost couldn't help laughing, "Good evening," she knew that no matter what, you had better not offend a devil, so she lowered the corners of her mouth before she raised the corners of her mouth: "Asmodeos, did Dermont ask you to convey some important message?"

"No," the little devil wirled its tail, "I'm here for you, my mistress—there's a ...... about the deal we talked about last time."

"I never knew between us...... What a deal can be struck," Anrui said, "with Dermon already getting your real name." ”

"Oh," said the little devil, "he even told you this?"

"You should know that Demont is not a man of secrecy, and what a wonderful, wonderful, rare opportunity to show the strength and wisdom of the new Archon of the White Tower," said Anrui, "and it is surprising to me that he did not order the troubadour to turn this matter into a ballad and sing it around." ”

The little devil skillfully cursed in the abyssal language, and the coldness and viciousness contained in it made An Rui can't help but retreat, her hand grasping the arm of the chair, the chair misunderstood her meaning, and the shaking stopped.

The room was silent, save for the faint sound of Anrui's breathing and the sound of her retracted fingers sliding over her silk skirt and fur.

"I must tell you something," said Asmodeus, "my mistress." ”

"My real name ......"

The first snow fell at Fort Thunder.

Cremar walks side by side with Kerryburn in the inner city of Fort Thunder.

They were still wearing elven equipment, but Kerry had put on a knight's robe of Thundercastle on the outside— The silver and cyan coat with two sideways grizzly bears embroidered on the chest indicates that he is one of the allies of Thundercastle, thankfully, the elves' incomparable beauty makes him not look ridiculous when wearing this wide coat, but a little cute, and Kremar's robes are much better, because he is a mage, his robe is pure cyan, and the neckline is a Mithril badge, and the pattern is two enamelled grizzly bears surrounded by a ring of broken stone.

Preparations for Thundercastle were nearing completion, and there were only a handful of makeshift stoves and fires left in the square, and the men and women of the Wheel were busy picking up an extraordinarily large horned deer and dividing it into all the parts needed for man, and its entrails were pulled out and exposed on the gray rock surface, and the water from the nearby well was poured on them, and the water washed away the remnants of blood and mucus, the liver, intestines, and lungs were taken away by the women, and the children took its four stomachs, and its bladder and other unspeakable entrails and minced meat that could not be made into jerky were mixed with wine and salt, stirred with blood, and stuffed into a cleansed stomach, and then cooked, it is also a very good meat dish.

The children were responsible for cleaning the stomachs that were wrapped in digestive juices and weeds, and they took off their shoes and pants like adults, pulled the sleeves of their blouses up to their shoulders, and worked in full swing, steaming white mist coming out of their heads, bodies, and mouths, and every inch of exposed skin was a dull red or bluish white that could not be called normal.

The youngest of them couldn't even walk well, and the oldest didn't reach the chests of the adults, and the otherworldly soul moved his fingers - he could make it warm here, but could he keep standing here and give them the warmth that would disappear without replenishment? Obviously, no, the sudden warmth could even hurt in turn, and although he didn't remember it completely, he remembered that he had only been hurt by the cold when he was very young, and he knew that frostbitten fingers could not be put into hot water immediately.

What about their fathers and brothers, the men who toiled in the squares were either disabled or extremely thin, and the strong men were either incorporated into the army or sent to dig trenches or to make arrows and other weapons.

"It's hard work," said Careyben, "but it's safe, and Berdwin counts the two children's service as an adult, not as neglected as the other lords—they can also take hooves, paws, and bits of fur, which is a big windfall for their family." ”

"I know. Cremar said.

"But if you will," said Kerryben, "you can still make them happy." ”

Before the otherworldly spirits could ask their own questions, the blood-soaked children answered—by their actions, they ran over excitedly at the sight of the mage's robes, and after you pushed me for a while, one of the cutest little girls chosen asked the stranger if he could perform a trick on them.

"One will do," said the eldest boy, "we all have work to do." "It was addressed to the mage and to his companions.

"They're not afraid of mages?" Cremar whispered.

"The mages of Castle Thunder are different from other places," said Kerribben, "and they are not isolated, and every year they fight alongside the soldiers of Castle Thunder, the father and brother of these children, for a month or more, and many families here have a mage friend who knows each other well. ”

"Another reason is that you walk with me. Cremar made a gesture to the muffled cheers of the children, and a tiny flame turned into a round mouse: "You're their old friend too." ”

"Every year for fifteen years. Kerryben said that Cremar had conjured up a rat with a small body, but a large head and ears larger than his head, and as he pondered where the rat must have come from, the mage conjured up a cat, and the cat chased the mouse frantically, scurrying between the children's toes, and the children screamed in delightful surprise.

When the mouse was caught by the cat, the children thought the trick must be over, but to their surprise, the mouse pulled out a stick from behind that that was as big as a giant tree, and began to beat and chase the cat with the same madness.

"I've never seen rats and cats like this," said Kerryben, confused, "what kind of them are?" The cat was beaten into a crispy sheet and could lift itself off the ground and puff up before continuing its battle with the rats.

"Hmm...... Tom and Jerry?"

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