When the morning light was slightly dew, Kerry Ben woke up— He believed that he had only rested for a while, because the mead left in the glass bottle was still a little warm, but he had a feeling of comfort that he had not felt in a long time, just like every night spent in the Silvercrown Forest, in the royal court of the Singh elves, wrapped in the fragrant smell of the silver crown flowers and the cold air, he had a long conversation with another child last night under the impetus of alcohol, and as an elf who was particularly sensitive to the emotions of others, and the empathy was also extraordinarily strong, he could not help but feel a trace of pity for the soul of the other party who was still sleeping- As he thought, it was an innocent and pure soul, whose hands were even as clean as babies before it came here.

After indulging in more alcoholic beverages than usual, it seemed as if it could finally break free from its old shackles, saying a lot of things that Kerry didn't actually fully understand, though the elves could have pieced together a place that approximated the ideal country— The kind recorded in the books of the elves, before the millennial war, there were some people who thought that a country could be built by magic, without war, without kings, without crime, but everyone knew that it was impossible, more illusory and ridiculous than droplets flying in the air— It speaks of its home, its parents, its country, its world, everything that is alien to the elves, as if it does not exist in this plane, it is so rich, clean and safe, but there is only that kind of place that can give birth to such a soul. It's just that Kerriben is puzzled by the fact that there are no gods or magic in its description, especially the former, which is like a blank space in a gorgeous picture that is hard to ignore—is it because this soul is an unbeliever, or, in that place, there are no gods...... As soon as this thought entered Kerryben's thoughts, his heart jumped uncontrollably, and as if he sensed something he shouldn't have noticed, he leaned down, the black-haired spellcaster huddled between the soft fur with his eyes closed, arms around his knees, a movement that made him look like a baby. Almost hesitantly, Kerry stretched out his hand and placed it on Cremar's slightly damp forehead, he was chanting a spell that had been passed down for thousands of years and belonged to the elves, he didn't know if his actions were right, but he couldn't let this beloved soul suffer the devastation and torture he didn't deserve.

This spell was created by a benevolent human mage to dissolve the elves who were in love with humans, dragons, or other humans, half-humans, and unfortunately abandoned or betrayed, and its effect was to cover up some of the memories that would make them sad and painful, making them blurry and difficult to remember, so that perhaps the elves could avoid the tragic end of heartbreak and death, but the spell was eventually shelved, because the elves felt that whether the person agreed or not, their memories were also part of the soul, that is, modifying and deleting a part of it was tantamount to destroying the integrity of the soul, which was unacceptable to the elves.

It's just that it's still documented, and Kerry Ben occasionally gets it in Wanweilin.

But his hand was suddenly grasped, and when the black-haired spellcaster opened his eyes, Kerry knew at once that the soul in this body had become another, a former undead, a lich, but because he knew that the dragonborn's past did not allow him to speak as violently as he did with other evil mages, he took a step back, allowing the morning light to shine on Cremar's body.

"It told you only because I told it," said the lich, "and if there's anyone else it can talk to, it's probably you." ”

"It really comes from ......" Another plane, one without gods and beliefs, the elf frowned, "Then you should let me complete that spell, it will lead you to a very dangerous situation." ”

"That's part of it, and it's not an exaggeration to say it's a pedestal. The lich sat up calmly, "It's been suppressed long enough...... I've been worried, but this secret is even heavier than our own secrets—it may have been forgotten, but I prevented it—Kerryben, where do you think it came from, why, and by whom? I don't know, but I've consulted every part of it, every detail, every secret, and if anything, it's its soul— Kerryben, its soul is free, not controlled by any gods, no, although there are unbelievers in our plane, but deep down they really think so? You know, our plane, unfortunately, gods and demons are real, even omnipresent, the so-called unbelievers are just stingy to pay the price of believing in them, and they are just lucky. "But it's different, you know, in its plane, the gods are just a picture or a text on paper, no one believes that they are real, even the most devout believers, they pray, they worship, they sacrifice, not because they believe that the gods are watching them, but just to calm their souls, which is no different from music, painting, literature, etc., just medicine used to numb themselves, their plane is covered." Science' occupies, from the time they are still fetuses, the power of science surrounds them, proving their existence all the time, all questions can be answered by science, even if not for the time being, in the future, yes, they firmly think so. So, that's the biggest difference it has from us, and I don't think that easily erasing it seems like an overly reckless solution. ”

"You're going to hurt it, King of the Jungle. The black-haired Dragonborn said mildly and coldly.

"I'm not really the king of the jungle until my test is over. Kerry replied as he took two steps back to his original position, "Then how dare you be so bold as to allow it to present that plane to me?"

"It trusts you," said the lich, "and always feels guilty for having to deceive you, and as I said before, it needs to confide, its love and longing for its homeland, and its home, and its relatives - if Kerryben, you were a human, of course I would not support it in doing so, but you are different, you are an elf, and your main god is Angelis, the god of life, and of all the gods, he is the least likely to encroach on the existence of another plane, and I don't think I need to make unnecessary explanations with you. ”

Kerry was silent, he knew why Angelis, the god of life, was considered trustworthy, because among the gods of this continent, they can be roughly divided into three kinds (except for the highest god Io), primordial gods, primordial gods, and new gods, among them, primordial gods can be said to be born from the moment order and chaos arise at the same time, such as dwarf gods, elven gods, dwarf gods and orc gods, their special thing is that they are almost not restricted by order and chaos, and they do not need to rely on faith to survive or be powerful, their believers have been their descendants from the beginningThe original primordial gods, which included almost all human gods, were conditioned by Io (some believe that they were products of Io), and before the millennial war, they did not care about the life of the main physical plane at all, but only regarded it as a place of play or fighting, as we know, Io was very angry about this, for which he not only knocked them down to the mortal world in the form of saints, but also linked their faith with their power, so that they had to put away their indulgence and listen carefully to the cries of the believersand conscientiously adhere to their priesthood— As for the newborn gods, there is no need to explain, they are the god of death, Kranvo, the goddess of magic Midnight, who incarnates the magic galaxy, and the god of conspiracy, Marsk, who were only three humble humans during the Millennium War, but what shocked the primordial gods was that they not only killed the gods who had fallen to the main material plane, but were also promoted to an equal position with them by Io, and even, except for Midnight, whether it was Cranvo or Marsk, they were all gods that were too powerful for them to ignore, but the newborn gods were destined to pay more attention to people's beliefs than the primordial gods and the primordial gods。

Therefore, among these three gods, only the primordial god will not be too greedy for the belief of the other plane, but there are also differences, for example, if the orc god Kawushu discovers the plane with a population of seven billion, he will be very happy to cause countless wars, maybe the blood of humans will stain the entire ocean - but the god of life, Angelis, he will probably only blink his eyes and sigh curiously, and out of caution, he will even deliberately avoid staring at the godless plane.

"But it's still too dangerous. Kerry said hesitantly.

"Do you know that it also has faith?" said the lich, "its plane, its home, its relatives are its faith, and it is incomparably firm," I have tempted so many times, and still cannot shake it, "and your deeds will destroy it." ”

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- You hugged Kerry Ben's leg and cried. The lich said solemnly.

The soul of the other world was shocked.

- You still call him mom...... The lich continued heavily.

The soul of the other world screams faces.

- I didn't know that this body was so sensitive to alcohol, the soul of the other world supported the forehead, all spellcasters generally rarely drink alcohol, lest alcohol affect the correctness and stability of the spell, only occasionally take a sip of snow honey or ouzo when needed to ensure that they can concentrate, of course they are no exception, and no one will order a spellcaster to drink excessively, unless it is an enemy, but last night it did want to soothe its tense nerves, but it didn't expect its nerves to be relaxed to this extent- The thought of meeting Kerryben's mother later, it can't help but want to hit the wall, should it be glad that the lich is guarding this body today? But it can only delay for a day, and now it really hopes that Kerry can also bump his head like in a certain show and suddenly lose his memory.

- It's strange why you care so much? The lich said, I might be a kid compared to Kerryben, but you can only say it's a baby, isn't it normal for a baby who can't control himself to do funny things?

- But I'm not a baby, inside and out, I'm an adult.

- It doesn't make a difference, the lich said, it's really not a good thing for you to retrieve your memories, are you so used to carrying all the weight on your shoulders?, he paused, you might try...... I mean, you have friends and companions now.

And at this time, Kerry had already met his companions and friends.

The lord's attendant looked at the big hole in the wall of the barn with a headache, the mercenaries before were also inevitably fighting, like locking strange hounds in a circle and they would bite each other to separate the upper and lower ranks, but it was the first time that half of the barn wall was penetrated, and some girls who had been recruited or robbed took the opportunity to escape, which was not a big problem, but this "room" was obviously uninhabitable, where did he arrange these people? Fortunately, he soon found that the number of mercenaries had also been greatly reduced, some of them died, some of them took the opportunity to escape (if in the mercenary group, the people who suffered injuries that would affect their skills would be digested internally at the first time, that is, they would be killed, and the valuable things around them would be divided), and some refused to continue to be with these savage newcomers - they returned to the outside of the city and lived in tents.

So the squire assigned the rest of the people to other rooms, and warned them not to break the room again, or they would be thrown into prison, but he also knew very well that even so, the lord would not let these precious powers stay in the dungeon for too long, although he did not know much about the inside affairs, but it is an indisputable fact that the lord is like a baby longing for a mother's **.

The Ugly Chicken and the others were not provoked again, their exploits in the previous room had already reached the ears of every sensitive person, not to mention, they also had a powerful and incomparable leader, as well as a dangerous mage.

"Do they accept women?" the lord asked.

"The archers accepted," said the squire, "the big man did not, the eunuch did not, and the other was a girl, and their leader was with their mage last night, perhaps discussing things." ”

"Go on," said the lord, "they deserve the praise." ”

When the attendant left the room, the lord retrieved a rolled-up piece of parchment from the drawer of his desk, opened it and carefully scopified the images and descriptions.