"Hopefully, Tara's situation will turn around as a result. Adel said, holding a small delicate crystal bottle, the water in the bottle reflects a beautiful rainbow in the sunlight, a characteristic unique to the water of life, it is said that King Tara has also obtained the water of life before, and paid a lot of money for it, but it is not very effective, but it is not known because it is mixed with other pure water (merchants often do this, the effectiveness is reduced, but it must be said that it is the water of life), or because it is just a disguised bottle of healing potion.

"When will we meet the king?" asked Afra lazily, the place was beautiful, but there always seemed to be a smell of decay and stench.

"It used to be at any time. The senior priest of Rosada said regretfully, but since the king had moved the temple and sanctuary here under the pretext that the royal capital was small, he had to wait for the king's permission to see him, as his courtiers did: "But I don't think it will be long. ”

"Can we walk around then?" Afra continued.

"If you want," said the senior pastor, "of course you can." ”

Afra turned, Cremar nodded to her, they needed to see Tara with their own eyes, Vinitto saw something that had proved that the god of thieves, Musk, the god of thieves, and the god of conspiracy, Shirek, and the tentacles of a group of evil gods had penetrated deep into this rich land, and the attack on Rosada's earthly dwelling here also showed that Tara was not a peaceful place, and as Adel had said before, the slavery that had disappeared on this continent for hundreds of years was once again reviving in Vinito, Tara, and perhaps many more places, and they vaguely felt uneasy, like some deadly beast hiding in the shadows, or something worse.

After the elves and the others left, Adel looked at the senior priest: "Something about the son of King Tara, didn't you report it to the main temple?" An heir to the king, and also involved in the possible conspiracy of Shirek and Musk, the main temple will not skimp on a wish-making technique, or they will send a stronger and experienced priest to investigate in detail where the prince's illness came from, perhaps it was originally a curse.

"I sent messengers five days ago," said the senior pastor, "perhaps now they have arrived at the main hall." ”

"Try to ask," Adair said, "I think something is wrong." ”

The senior priest bowed slightly, and when Adair had finished saluting back, he walked back to his room, he had sent to the main hall by one of his most trusted disciples, with scrolls and runes by his side, although unfortunately, the main temple of the god of morning light was in the easternmost part of the continent, but five days was enough for the young priest to reach the main hall with horses, teleportation spells, and flying skills. He sat down at his desk, took out a silver platter, recited a incantation, and struck the gems on the silver plate with a certain rhythm and order, and as the magic poured in, the surface of the silver plate gradually became covered with clear water, and the surface of the water shook slightly, and a turbulent shadow appeared—like a projection that we could see when we leaned down and looked at the water blown by the breeze— The senior pastor's eyes widened, capturing the details of the water, until he saw the pattern of bay leaves, and the reflection of the sun stone on the emblem, and then calmed down slightly, "My child," he asked, "have you arrived at the main hall?"

"There's still about a day's journey away," replied a familiar voice, "I've come across a dead magic zone, and the horses have broken their feet again, and I'm going to have to move on my legs." ”

"What's going on?"

"It's a bit steep," said the other man, "but it's not impossible, Mentor, you should remember that I was trained as a knight, but I may not be able to respond to your inquiries in a timely manner." ”

"I'll get back to you in a day," said the senior priest, a little worried, but as his disciple had said, the young man was also the child of the lord, and he should have been a knight if he hadn't sensed Rosada's call, and the senior priest recalled the location of the main hall, which stood on an isolated high ground, and the surrounding situation could not be said to be without the slightest danger, but it was not something that a young and strong priest who had almost become a knight could not handle. "Be careful," he finally reminded, "a few small squares of time will not cause any irreversible consequences." ”

He hesitated: "Today we have some strange guests here, who have brought the water of life, and perhaps the problem of the king's son can be solved without the need for the main temple to send a priest." ”

"Are you sure?" asked the person on the other side in surprise, "The king had obtained the eaux-de-vie before, but it didn't seem to work. ”

The Senior Pastor heard the meaning, in fact, he had also observed the previous eaux-de-vie, and it did not have the rainbow light he saw today, it was fake: "I'm sure it's real," the Senior Pastor happily shared the news with his disciples, "because it was the Singh Elf of the Silver-crowned Jungle who took it out." ”

"That's great. On the other side of the silver platter said, "The morning light always shines on the good ones, Gurus, and I sincerely rejoice in them." ”

"The morning light is always in your heart and mine," the senior pastor said, looking at the sky, "so you don't have to be in a hurry, especially not in the night." ”

"I see, Mentor. Ostal said to the water on the silver platter: "Darkness is our enemy. ”

He waited as humbly as a true disciple until the other side ended the spell before reaching out and swiping it on the silver platter to eliminate his own spell. The cardinal warlock was paler and thinner than he had been in Grenada, but the biggest difference was the scales that covered half of his cheeks, and the wings and tail hidden under the red robe— When the red dragon Greday was still ruling Grenada, Ostar not only could not make this spell public, but even had to study it secretly, otherwise without Greday, those dragonborn who thought they had dragons because of their strong blood could tear him apart alive, but now, Gredi has become the food of the gods, her children are almost dead and wounded, and the king of Grenada and his son either don't know it, or have no way to recover it, the Red Dragon's vault has also become Ostar's private property- Magic and power can get you everything!, a phrase that was once popular among warlocks, but it wasn't until today that Ostal finally felt its true reality - almost all of his body was pure red dragon blood, thanks to Gredi, although she wanted to become the god of dragons, but by nature, she hid most of the red dragon's eggs, most of which had become Ostal sacrifices to himself.

The only thing that makes Ostahl unhappy is that he is no longer the leader of the Dragonthorns, which means that he lacks manpower, and although he is picking up the eyeliner and nails that are not known to King Grenada, it is more reassuring for him to do it himself when it comes to such important things- The red-robed warlock glanced at the wreckage around him, this poor young priest was not the opponent of Ostal at all, he didn't even have time to let out a wail before he was pierced by an invisible arrow, and his dimensional bag was also taken by Ostal as his own, although the senior priest's disciple still cast a spell on the dimensional bag to prevent theft and falling, but the warlock wanted to unlock them with ease, in addition to Ostal's goal this time- In addition to the senior priest's letter, there were scrolls and runes, and the warlock took out what he needed, then opened the letter and read it, then he casually stuffed the parchment back into the copper pipe, threw the copper pipe back on the priest's body, and took a few steps back—a scorching orange flame fell on the priest's body, and it immediately burned more rapidly, but in the blink of an eye, only a faint charred black mark proved that the human had once existed on the main material plane.

The priest's soul was bitten tightly by Ostal's twin serpentine pets—just bites. The status of the two-headed viper and Asmodeos the hamster can be said to be doubled, he can swear with a hundred summoning opportunities from the main material plane, he really didn't expect that the adult to participate in these trivial battles with such great interest—but it was too late, he couldn't leave, he couldn't go back, he couldn't speak, and while Asmodeos was around, he could barely eat a single soul— He was about to cry, the problem was that not only him, but even his master did not dare to raise the slightest thought of rebellion against this lord, and they even felt honored, to be able to serve this lord, which was not a privilege that ordinary high-ranking devils could get.

"The water of life," Austal said to himself, gazing at the flames, "and elves," he smiled and munched on the two terms, "I seem to be able to see a figure that I will never forget again." ”

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"Your eldest son?" asked Adele, "Yes...... Your Highness?"

The king of Tara shook his head, he looked very tired, and the queen beside him was not lacking in concessions, except for the crown and the fine clothes, they looked no different from ordinary parents who were emaciated for their children.

The eaux-de-vie were immediately taken to their youngest son, and to everyone's surprise, the eaux-de-vie did work very well, and the pale and emaciated boy soon regained consciousness and felt hungry - he had been unable to eat anything for several days, and had to live on the juice of cow's milk and berries, and he ate some soft bread and porridge, and struggled to sit up— But while the king was ecstatic, he fell into a deep sleep again, and a little better than before, he did not groan in his sleep.

Adele, Kerryben and Cremar all cast corresponding spells to investigate his situation, and the results obtained were almost the same, the senior priest was not wrong, this young man's body was like a bottle full of holes, whether it was a spell, or a potion, or an elf's eaux-de-vie, it could only evoke a short period of life, and as time passed, no matter how precious and rare potions and magic would leak out of this broken body.

While Kerry could have gotten more eaux-de-vie, it was all in vain. They can also understand the king's thoughts, if the second son can't recover his health, then the eldest son can only choose the eldest son - although the eldest son is not in the royal capital for some reason, and the king does not seem so reluctant, but the queen shows a real look of surprise and expectation.

"Yes," said the king, "I need you to help me bring back my eldest son, Laurie, it is not a difficult task, I know where he is now," he glanced at his queen, "tell him, his brother, his mother...... No, let's just say that there is me, we are all dying, hoping to see him for the last time, we have no requirements for him, no extravagant hopes, just a younger brother wants to see his brother again, and the father wants to see his son. ”

He looked at the elf, "You are wandering adventurers, accept my employment," said the king, "you can get a whole chest of gold." ”

"We don't want gold. Carey Ben said.

"Then what do you want?" the king smiled reluctantly, "I don't have a daughter." Although he didn't mind marrying any of them if he had daughters, he knew that there were two elves (males) among them, and one was also a powerful spellcaster, and as a princess of a wealthy but small country, it was a good thing to be able to marry them, not to mention that their faces could make the whole hall as bright as the morning light.

"We want you to enact a law," Cremar said, "forbidding the people of Tara to keep slaves." ”

The king paused, it was absolutely impossible to say that he didn't know anything about Tara's increasingly rampant slave trade, but he also had a dilemma, his inner library was like the queen said, he was able to see the ground clearly, he needed high taxes to cover the deficit on the books, of course, he knew that the priests of Rosada were not interested in slavery, but more than a thousand years ago, weren't they all slaves and slave owners? The god of morning light was just as worthy of faith and respect, and he didn't have the strength or the mood to stand up to his courtiers and knights—the slaves weren't Tara anyway, so why should he show them mercy?

Another point that should not be appealed to is that when his armies are no longer so well-armored and well-swordsned, the lords are willing to look beyond the boundaries that will bring them more slaves, which he cannot ask for as the king of Tara.