The once undead had a blank face.

Even Kerriben and Eloch had a strange look, but fortunately in the crowd of agitated people, such a slight anomaly did not notice them - Afra frowned slightly, and Lucieu looked at her guardian with a look of surprise, she had only read about Falun in the records of Emerald Grove - it was a large enemy country, founded by an ancient male silver dragon, which once occupied the southern part of the entire continent, and the existing southern kingdoms were almost all formed after the division of Falun. Speaking of which, Kerry knew that there was more to it, that is, the lich standing here, his mentor was the uncrowned king of the Seventy-Seven Islands, Ederna, and Ederna was the culprit who destroyed the law after the dragon left this plane more than a thousand years ago.

"You are all blessed men!" said the lord of the place, his cheeks flushed and his eyes misty, as if he had indulged in an indescribable illusion before he could convince others: "You will be the vassals of a hero! Your names will be written in the books of the temple, and the bards will still sing legends about you and me thousands of years later...... I will be a king, and you will be my knights, my lords, and you will have a rich land, rich in bodily goods, and many people, and you and your descendants will laugh and sing and dance in the sun and rain, and you will be surrounded by countless delicate young women, each of whom will rush to serve you, and you will be clothed in silk, and you will drink mead, and you will be clothed in the armor of Mithril, and everyone will kneel on the ground and kiss the land when they see you, and you will judge a man at will, and deprive him of his wealth, his surname, and even his life, and you will be able to do whatever you want, or you can do anything！”

"How can you be sure that we can get this?" a voice asked, and the knights beside the lord searched the crowd with stern eyes, but there were hundreds of people here, and it was impossible to find out who was disappointing for a moment.

The lord was rarely dismissive, and he just waved his hand at this question, which could be described as a bit reckless, "Yes, you think it is impossible, because it is a great cause, and even I, when I first heard it, could not help but think that it was the spirits of my ancestors who were at work—gods, forgive me for my words, but I really can't find a more appropriate word to describe it—you may know, you may not know, but I certainly do," At this time, there was a slight boo among the mercenaries, and the knight beside the lord couldn't help but pull out his long sword, but the lord just glanced at it obliquely, and pushed the knight's long sword back into the scabbard with a slight push, his tongue failed to quiet the unruly mercenaries, but it was this hand that made the complicated sound temporarily quiet for a while, taking advantage of this opportunity, the lord stood up, he waved his hands vigorously, focusing everyone's attention on himself:" What I have to tell you, you all, is the news that only the victors know, and the losers do not even have the right to hear, listen, my subjects," he cried with enthusiasm, "I, and you, will have the honour of joining in a great war of restoration!

The mercenaries were confused, all the leaders who could stand here were leaders, but even if they were leaders, they might not have read a few books, and finally explained to them that the spellcasters standing beside them, whether they were warlocks, mages, or fallen priests, their courses must include the subject of history, and the creation, prosperity and fall of the law is almost a level that they can never bypass. Even so, the mercenary leaders were a bit baffled - for the elves, a thousand years may only be from infancy to adulthood, but for humans, it is too far away, especially since the proportion of civilians here is far greater than that of another plane.

"How much will we be paid?" asked one of the mercenary leaders.

"More than you think. The lord said contemptuously, "Even now, if you are willing to sign the paperwork, you can get the deposit." The knight beside him opened the box, and a clerk walked behind a desk, and his squire brought in piles of paperwork. The mercenaries looked around, talking to each other, but none of them were willing to step forward, they had never involved any paperwork in their previous dealings with their employers, it was not that they were afraid of paper and ink, but they didn't care about it, and human laws simply couldn't shackle these lawless guys. But the golden box of coins dazzled their eyes, and at that moment one of the mercenary leaders suddenly stepped out of the crowd, walked to the table, lowered his head and scanned the paperwork rudely, "I can't write," he said, "and I can't read what it says." ”

"You must have someone you can trust and understand documents. The clerk politely replied.

The leader of the mercenaries glanced at the crowd, and a man in a robe came out in response, he walked up to the leader, picked up the rolled parchment, pursed his lips, and looked at it again and again, cautiously and carefully, but it could be seen from his subtle expression that he himself was not very sure. "What did it say?" asked the chief. "I can't be sure," said the man, "that the description is simple, that you are employed by this noble lord from this day forward...... You'll get ...... In return, you need to remain loyal to this lord...... Otherwise, you will have to return the money you received from him, and so on, and so on," he said, shaking his head, "and that's easy, chief, and then this is where you need to sign." ”

"I can't write," said the leader of the mercenaries sly, "how can I sign?"

"Then draw a symbol, if you feel it can represent you," said the clerk, "or press your thumb and leave a fingerprint." ”

The leader of the mercenaries glanced at him, lifted the quill that had been inserted in the inkwell, and drew a hideous tooth in the place where he signed, judging by the way he held the quill pen, he did not look like a man who could not write or read, but neither the clerk nor the knight next to him said anything. As soon as he had finished signing, the paperwork was put away, and then he took from the box the gold coins promised by the lord, and when the heavy gold coins flowed through his palms, all the men, or rather, most of the mercenaries, were red-eyed, only in the end, they were careful not to write their names, but to replace them with all sorts of strange symbols and fingerprints, and the clerk turned a blind eye to them as if he were facing the first man, as if he were completing a dispensable task.

Finally, there were some who didn't move, and the lord raised thick, short eyebrows—a group of people that even he didn't dare to provoke easily—spellcasters, warlocks, mages, and priests.

"Honorable spellcasters," said the lord, "do you have any questions?"

The casters looked at Cremar in unison, having established themselves in the previous battles, and the most powerful of them in the chaos was undoubtedly the leader of their extraordinary people. But the lich did not react superfluously, he walked slowly from the caster to the table, leaving a very fancy name on the contract, and the other casters hesitated for a moment, and then stepped forward, although some people complained that as a caster's signature, the gold coins were too cheap, but to their delight, the lord seemed to hear their complaints, and took out a box of blank scrolls, and a small box of gems, although not much, but enough for each of the casters to get one, so they were happy again.

"Is there a problem with the paperwork?" asked Kerribben after returning to their room.

"Yes," replied the lich nonchalantly, "but not unbreakable. "For example, he was able to get rid of this little problem not only for himself, but also for others.

"What is it?" Eloch asked as the black-haired Dragonborn's fingers touched him. "A ...... Like a spell of engraving," the lich explained, "because it's simple and hidden, it doesn't generally provoke a reaction to a defensive spell—well, to put it simply, it's like when you walk through a pine forest and you're bound to get the smell of pine resin, not in signature, but in contact." ”

"It sounds like this spell focuses on tracking. Eloch said.

The lich glanced at him, "Yes." He said briefly, then turned to Afra and Lucieu.

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Seventy-Seven Islands.

The lich's rare leisure time has passed—and given that the demigod Lich Ederna has returned to his tower, every undead is suddenly unusually peaceful, from the lowliest skeletons, to necromantic knights, ghosts, lichs, and their disciples and apprentices, all seem to have sunk into a beautiful atmosphere of study and research, and they will not even take a step out of their tower unless they have to, and even the midnight tea party has been restarted at the call of Ederna - The invited lich all grimaced to polish their bones until they were snow-white and shiny, lest they be cleaned by Edelle's zealous remembrance - the demigod had a rich collection of wives, even if it was soaked in the dragon's gastric juice, polished with the skin of the gods, and grated with the devil's tongue.

But when they arrived, they found that everyone but Ederna had arrived, which might be a good thing, but the lich did not dare to leave for the time being, until the Necromantic Knight of Ederna came to apologize on behalf of his master, and he might have missed the appointment that night.

"I've got twelve banshees here," one of the lichs snuck up to the Necro Knight, "if you're willing to tell me something, I'll have them sing you a song next time." ”

"Just singing a song?" said the Necromantic Knight, "we've been empty lately, well, I mean, me and my brothers. ”

"Maybe we can take a walk together, dance or something. The lich whispered, "We have to respect women, right?"

"How many days?"

"A day and night...... Three, no more. ”

"Deal!" said the Necromantic Knight, "I don't know what happened, except that my master seemed to have had a very pleasant encounter, and as I left, I heard him laughing from the tower." ”

"That sounds like a good thing. The lich said, "Thank you very much, and I will let my children come and visit you as soon as possible." ”

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Ederna may know, may not know that his necromantic knight has exchanged his information for twelve banshees, three days and nights of companionship, but even if he knew, he wouldn't care, he was a little crazy, his necromantic knight, his ghost, all the way to his apprentices and disciples, as for the consequences, does that matter?

After laughing enough, the demigod lich slapped his tail vertebrae in satisfaction, "Arthur!" he shouted, and then called the name of another disciple, who immediately appeared outside his door.

When the two lichs entered the room, they saw the Mentor coiled on a cushion of soft, shiny golden satin - a vertebrae, from the cervical vertebrae, the spine to the tail vertebrae, which he coiled several times like a snake, and then pressed his tail vertebra against his own cervical vertebrae, and the jewel set in the knuckle shimmered much brighter than usual— The soul of the red dragon Gredy is much fatter than that of humans, dragonborns or demons, and to this day, Ederna has not been able to completely devour it, but the remaining part should not be enough to support the existence of her original reason and memory, and it is only a matter of time before it is completely digested.

"I'm going to give you a task," said Ederna, "don't worry, it's very simple. He glanced at the lich beside Arthur again, "No, wait, Arthur, and you, to be exact," he said to the other lich, "your disciple's disciple." ”

The other lich duly showed a look of confusion - of course, the lich's face was basically nothing but bones and bits of skin wrapped around it, but the constant flickering red light in the black hole's eye sockets was able to express many complex feelings and questions.

"Your disciple's disciple," the demigod lich wagged his tail, the end of his body, "the human's name is Maren Lorenos." ”

"Is there anything wrong with him?" the lich remembered the child, as a, how to say, his female disciples still retained some of the disciples who belonged to the lusts of the human race, and Maren did not behave badly, or rather, better than his mentor, after the failure of the female disciples of the lich to transform the undead, his teaching was taken over by the lich, and now he was an excellent gray robe, and the human life was about to end on him, and the lich did not feel that he would not be able to survive the final level.