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"You shouldn't have let Adel do this," another man walked out from behind the screen of the house, dressed in the usual black mage robes, a sea green firework gem shining on the gold collar pin, he had the same hair and eye color as Adal, but much thinner and taller than the former, and had more of the physical traits we can find on the face of an archon, "He's not good at this. I can almost imagine his dry persuasion - Grey Ridge is good, but White Tower is better, stay here, we'll give you money, give you power, and all that nonsense he can't even impress," he slapped his palm vigorously and grimaced at his father, "maybe he'll blush and stutter and click...... That's about it. ”

The Archon was amused by his second son, "No, I didn't let Adel do it," he slumped back into his chair, "He probably heard some gossip and wanted to relieve me of some pressure - the mage lives in the sanctuary in Rosada- what do you think of him?"

"I retraced the route they had taken, starting at Partridge Hill - all I can say was that even I couldn't have done better. ”

"It's a shame to lose him. ”

"Not necessarily," said the second son of the consul, "let me try it." ”

"What do you want to do?"

"Casinos, baths, theaters, balls, Flo's temple," Adele's brother curled his fingers and enumerated them one by one, "those things that Grey Ridge doesn't have, so that even if he goes to Grey Ridge, he will definitely miss it." ”

The Archon laughed, "Yes, that's right, you know better than Adel what men like...... If that doesn't impress him, I'll give you two more weapons - a certificate of entry to the Records Hall and a pre-purchase right for the 'Cyclops', which Beavis left behind in the first place. ”

"I'm going to be jealous of him," muttered the black-robed mage, and if he could ignore the credentials for the Hall of Record, then "Cyclops" was a different concept entirely, a secretive, small, but rich (though some of the goods were not so above board) stores of magic and luxury, including rare and precious materials, Scrolls and tomes, not only does it mean you get them at a surprisingly low price, but it is even more beneficial to you that the other mages are likely to remain unaware of it - even if he is the second son of the Archon, he only got the pre-purchase right in the third year after he officially left the apprenticeship: "Well, wait for good news, father. ”

The second son bowed to his father freely, not as solemn but a little more intimate as Adelle: "Then again," he said half-seriously and half-teasingly, "are you really not going to let Adel grow up? ”

"Because he is about to become the senior priest of Rosada," replied the archon, "so he must maintain his purity and zeal, which is what Rosada admires the most, a man who is good at intrigue and sophistication cannot gain the favor of the god of morning light," his tone suddenly became stern: "I know that mages rarely maintain piety and sufficient respect for a god, your mentor is like this, and so are you, I can tolerate that, but I will never allow Adel to be affected by this- I had the future of the three of you laid out ten years ago, and I will never allow them to be broken, understand?"

His second son stared at him for a moment, then he smiled, "Don't be so serious, it's just a joke," he raised a hand and promised, "I swear, it's just a joke." ”

The black-robed mage stepped back until he reached the door, bowing shallowly before turning to leave.

As the door closed behind him, his smile receded like a tidal wave, vanishing without a trace.

"Future," he said, stroking the ring on his finger, "I don't remember what future you gave me." ”

The black-robed mage wasted no time, he walked out of his father's mansion, jumped on his horse, and rushed out of the inner city, where the hut of Master Beavis was surrounded by a group of white robes, they sang the morning light, praised the gods, the light and warm current seemed to be a solid body in the sun, he hurriedly glanced at it, but did not find Adel, his brother probably did not leave the inner city, and went directly to the recording hall or somewhere else.

Without hesitation, he jumped on his horse again, and the White Tower of Rosada stood less than five miles away, and a priest who was coming out of the outer hall of the sanctuary answered his question, and the caster was disappointed to learn that he was too late, and that the mage who always wore a white robe had followed the elf Kerriben to the docks of the river.

The black-robed mage slipped his hand into his inner pocket and grasped a wand that could send him to the docks in an instant, but what was he going to say about instigating a half-elf to jump into the mire of lust and depravity in front of Kerryben?

The status of the White Pagoda is special because its inland river is directly connected to the tributaries of the Xingguang River.

The Starlight River originates in the middle of the Dragonspine Mountains, and is extremely turbulent because of its narrowness, and does not slow down until it enters the Silver Crown Forest-Grey Ridge is the most gentle section of its watershed, and after leaving Grey Ridge, it becomes irritable again, and continues this bad mood until its end, unlike other rivers, the estuary of the Starlight River is a strange and huge cliff, and from the map, it looks like a gap that is slightly recessed inward - the dwarf insists that this is his/ She had drunk too much holy water (i.e., mead) and smashed the solid anvil with a hammer, and the halfling people thought it was him/her who couldn't help but take a bite of the pie after baking it, but neither way could it affect the dreaded fact that the roaring river plunged from a height of 3,000 feet into the sea.

So the safest and easiest way to travel upriver from the Starlight River to Grey Ridge and the Silver Crown Forest behind it is through its branching tributary - and the Starlight River stingily branched off into only one large tributary that allowed brigs to travel, and this tributary was scattered around the White Tower, merging into the many lakes, and the city's inland river was one of them. The half-elves living in Grey Ridge use the rapids of the Starlight River to carry their goods to the White Tower, from which they carry away what they need - generally speaking, transactions are only done and done in the White Tower, and only a few people - trusted merchants and priests of the good gods have direct access to the Starlight River and Grey Ridge.

The elven ships were more slender and graceful than all the ships Krimar had seen before, the narwhal-like bow and stern were raised high, the sails were snow-white, the sides were carved with vines and waves, there were no oarsmen, the wind and water drawn by magic controlled the movement and direction of the ship, the beautiful faces and long sailors worked on the deck, rested, laughed and talked, most of them wore only single clothes or leather armor, some had pointed ears, some did not, the Singer elves had a pale blonde hair color like the morning sun, and their eyes were not the color of the forest or the lake and the sky, and the color of the hair and eyes of the half-elves was much more mixed, but even if it is dark, it will not be as dark as Cremar, like the nightmare of the night.

"Would you like some light wine?" asked Kerryburn, who sat with Cremar on the top deck, above the captain's quarters, which was the least disturbing place for the sailors, and large enough to be flat enough for the sun to shine through the sails and their gaps, and the silver-gray wood to the scorching light with a strange smell of tobacco and steel. Instead of fruit and wheat, it is a light liquor made by adding maple sugar and fermenting it to make a light sake that tastes refreshing and delicious, but not like water with snow honey.

Maple sugar was one of the specialties of the jungle, and it was the only source of sweetness other than honey before sugar cane and sugar beets were widely cultivated in the Dragonfire Islands - Cremar thought of the sugar he had tasted at the fairs of Jianjaw Harbour, the Little Sparrow, and the Cape Fort, which he had not noticed at first, but now that he looked back on the taste, it was indeed a familiar taste - but if sugar cane and sugar beet had become so widespread that roadside stalls could afford sugar, would the price of maple sugar be affected by this?

"In fact," said Kerryben, slyly and wearily, had been connecting days and nights without real sleep, only restless, brief meditations: "The king of the jungle, having tasted the sugar of the cane and beets, ordered that the export of maple sugar be reduced to one-third of what it was, 'since those men already have sugar more suitable for them,' is what your majesty says," He stretched his limbs and lay slumped on the sun-soaked deck, pulling down his hood to cover his eyes, his look reminding him of a hamster he once had, "So now, we can exchange sugar for ten times more supplies than before." ”

"Oh!" cried Cremar in a clear voice.

- What do you think, the lich is so leisurely, you think the elves are so hated because they are so beautiful?

- The sun is so warm, and the soul of the other world said lazily, it is very suitable for sleeping.

He said so, and did so, lying on the deck, with his Mithril staff on his right, ruby like a flame burning in the sun, and his friend Kerribben two steps to the left.

An elf jumped up and looked at them, and went down again, and after a few breaths, he jumped up again, and placed two washed laurel leaves on Cremar's unprotected eyes, the shade of the leaves and the subtle laughter of the elves calmed the souls of the other world.

He fell asleep.