The adults have been waiting for a long time! After writing a chapter at noon, I found that it was more appropriate to put it together, so I posted it together. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

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Birdwin Donkray rests outside the village, in a mill abandoned by orcs. In fact, the mill can be said to be quite intact, except for some metal parts that have been removed by orcs or thieves, it has a roof, walls, and even the heavy stone mill is in place, and the reason why it was abandoned is because the orcs have milled human flesh here, and since then, the flour that comes out of the stone mill has the stench of flesh and the coldness of the burial soil, and people often hear the cries of women and children coming from the mill.

But as an outsider, it was good to have such a place to live, and the farmer's son brought him a bundle of dry straw, and he thanked him, but the thin boy looked blank as if he had heard nothing—and then in the middle of the night he heard ominous footsteps, and he put his hand on his short sword, still with his eyes closed, and in the darkness someone passed through the mill without doors and windows, and came straight to him, carrying a heavy bucket in his hand......

The farmer and his wife, or rather, all the people in the little village, were awakened, and they were horrified to find that the creepy cry was coming from the mill, and the farmer's wife looked anxiously from side to side as she found that her little son was missing.

The torches lit up the mill and the place around the mill as if it were daylight, and Berdwin saw a young man come out, perhaps the village chief or someone trusted by the villagers—he panicked for no reason when he saw that the man was wearing a white burqa embroidered with grizzly bears, but fortunately it was not his grizzly knight, but the latter's brother or father, and the knight's relatives were holding torches and looking at the mill with serious faces: "Outsider," he cried out. We've heard people shouting here, 'Did the beast attack you?' or did the thieves try to take your bags?"

"I'm not sure," said Berdwin, as he put his dagger back into its sheath and held out his only palm to the old man, indicating that he had no intention of making enemies against the villagers, "come in," he said, "but not too many." ”

The knight's father and brother went into the mill, and he easily found the place where Baldwin had been, where the straw was still laid, and where a man lay on the ground, and the farmer's wife immediately let out an exclamation, for it was their youngest son.

"Please don't come near him. Baldwin immediately said, "He's not worried about his life, but I'm not sure if he's ......."

"What happened?" asked the old man.

"He tried to hit me on the head with a bucket. The old man and a few of the villagers saw that there was a conspicuous pit near the head of the straw bed, and the farmer's youngest son could be said to have used all his strength, and the hoops of the barrel were broken, and the planks were torn apart.

"How is that possible?" muttered one of the villagers, "what a kind boy little Poji is." ”

"I suppose so," said the stranger, to everyone's surprise, "I think he is being controlled or tempted by something—if there is no priest in your village yet, take him to the temple or sanctuary in the royal capital, and if he is not corrupted enough, then a cup of holy water will restore his senses." ”

Poggy Jr. seems to prove this as well when he wakes up, sending him to the temple in Rosada, where the priests are sure that he had been tempted by the devil and that he attacked Berdwin only to take his dagger and kill everyone he thought had humiliated and bullied him, including his father, mother, and brother. The villagers thought they should be grateful to their guests, but the traveler didn't ask for anything.

"Then you should at least leave a name. The farmer insisted.

"Chazo. "In Highland Norman, Chazo is a very common name, meaning hunter," said Berdwin.

He was a hunter, and he is still a hunter after all.

Berdwin Donkray is dead.

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"Chazo is not a good name," said a shrill voice as the hunter Chazo walked along the deserted path, "lowly, lowly, incompetent." Not at all suitable for a king. ”

The hunter looked up, and he saw a fluffy black hamster crouching on a branch, it looked like any ordinary hamster, except for the extra "round", when it squatted on the branch, it looked like a ball, its claws and ears were almost obscured by fat and hair, its eyes were yellow, and it shone like fire in the dim light. The hunter didn't look at it, he knew it was a little devil who had been raised by the black-haired dragonborn Cremar, but it was an abyssal creature after all, and it had betrayed its master.

"My master commanded me to come," the figure of the little devil vanished, but its voice lingered in human ears like spider silk. "With sincerity and gifts. ”

"Which of your masters?" the hunter scoffed.

"Who else, the most powerful and powerful one," whispered the little devil, "he has heard of you, and is deeply saddened by the torture and humiliation you have suffered, Your Majesty," and as it spat out the title, it saw the hunter's muscles tense with satisfaction: "You were supposed to be a hero, you fought against the most powerful red dragon in the entire plane— Having defeated her, your royal capital, your people, your wife and son, they all survived under your protection, but what did they do when you were dying? They shamelessly abandoned you, made your son the new king, sent your clothes to the mausoleum, you are still alive, but they let you die. ”

"But it is true that Baldwin Donclay, the Norman king of the Highlands, is dead," said the hunter, "and here stands only the shell of his vanity, his soul and ideals long dead." ”

"No, no, no, how can you say that?!" said the little devil angrily, "my master, of course, and I think that you alone are a good king who can reproduce the glory of the Highland Normans, and who else can do it, the hypocritical nobles, the cowardly lords, or a woman, or a child, who will only slide the Highland Norman into the abyss of poverty!"

"But I'm just a person now. The hunter said, "They will not admit me." ”

"Who said you were only a man?" said the little devil, "and as soon as you reappear in the royal capital, before your knights, all lies will be exposed at once, and as long as you are clothed in armor, with a broadsword in hand, and seated on a throne in a splendid robe, your people will kneel before you, and they will worship you as if they were gods, seeking your protection." ”

"My son has driven me out," said the hunter, "and a nameless hunter cannot enter the royal court." ”

"My host will help you. The little devil said, "Everything you want will be satisfied." ”

"Tell me his name. The hunter commanded, "Otherwise, I will only say that you think I am as stupid as a farmer's son." ”

The little devil pretended to think for a moment, "All right," it said, "I'll tell you, but first, you should first look at the gift that the lord has given you." It pulled out a huge box out of nowhere and threw it directly at the hunter's feet: "Look at it, I think it's very sincere." ”

The hunter opened it and looked at it, and for a moment he couldn't even control himself as he had before, it was his Mithril chain mail, his enchanted broadsword, and the glowing silver arm.

"What a ......," he said in a hoarse voice, "what a gift of great generosity." ”

"They belong to you. The little devil said with a little triumph. "Put them on, they've been waiting a long time, Your Majesty. ”

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Talos, the god of storms, doesn't seem to have a good temper lately.

Sharp Jaws fell into a dead silence once more, and the rain and hurricanes shrieked from here, and then passed through the whole of the Azores - the streets had become half of the country, and the corpses of fish and men floated on the water, and the water poured into the halls of the blunt tavern, and the tavern owner waved his whip and whipped his kobold slave incessantly, telling him to carry the heavy barrel to the room on the second floor as soon as possible, otherwise the sea would invade the barrel and the wine would spoil at once. But as previously described, the staircase was narrow and steep, and the emaciated kobolds fell into the water with the barrel on it, and the guests gathered in the corridor couldn't help but laugh together.

The tavern owner was about to go mad, and he stood on the stairs, grasping the handrail with one hand and swinging his whip desperately with the other, but the kobold floated away with the barrel, and his whip could only whip gray streaks in the dirty water. The ridicule of the guests made him lose his mind, and he actually went into the water, despite the fact that the water almost reached his chest, and viciously grabbed the kobold's chains, trying to drown him in the water. By the time he found the end of the chain empty, it was too late—the kobold, who had broken free of his restraints, jerked him down from the water, and in a few moments the cinnabar waves were set off on the water, and the guests screamed frantically, excited by the thrill of the spectacle, and they stamped their feet, their eyes shining, and they fainted with laughter at the sight of the tavernkeeper's near-gnawed face turned over to the surface.

"The recent Port of the Jaw is really too lacking in entertainment. Drake said, closing the door.

The smell of the blunt tavern was too flattering, and for Drake it was no different from a goblin lair, and there were so-called beds, or worm nests, and the black smoke from inferior whale oil lamps, and the mottled walls and ceilings, and there was not a single flat or intact place, but since that was Glenn's request, he didn't even dare to make the small gesture of pulling out his handkerchief in front of his nose.

Sometimes, Drake was a little skeptical about how things had come to this. He and Gülen were "friends" in the beginning, of course, you know, the "friendship" in Sharp Jaws was always very short-lived, and Drake thought so, but now he was almost a little uncertain - he may not have had a bit of sincerity to Gülen, but Gülen might have a little bit of sincerity to him, look, he was still so complete and healthy, and had a certain amount of power and power, after Gülen had become the leader of the largest thieves' guild- Drake thought Glenn would castrate him and fatten him up for the little goblins in Sharp Jaw Harbor to dispose of corpses as New Year's gifts.

The illegitimate son of the Azorean Grand Duchess sat down cautiously on a rickety three-legged chair, while Gülen lay on the bed a few steps away from him, and as he entered the room, Drake saw with his own eyes countless worms crawling out of the cracks and corners of the bed, and disappearing like a tide, which made him wonder a little that the ridiculous rumor was indeed true. The information he bought for 50,000 gold coins said that Gülen was the son of the god of thieves, Musk, and the human race, and it is known that the god of thieves, Musk, has hated all bugs since more than a thousand years ago, and where his priest is, the bugs are extinct, but the priest of Musk also needs to release magic or drop drugs to clean up the bugs.

"What do I want you to do?" suddenly a lazy voice sounded from the tattered curtain (if it was a curtain), as if the master didn't care much about the question.

"One hundred and thirty shipments are already ready to go. Drake replied respectfully.

"Too little. ”

Drake sighed and swallowed the explanation back into his stomach, he knew very well that Gülen would not like to hear any justifications like him, if incompetence and slackness are both crimes, then the only difference is probably that incompetence is a greater sin than slackness, and if you are just slacking, then ...... At the very least, you'll still have a little respite, but if you're incompetent, the leader of a thief's guild won't want you to continue to shamelessly encroach on the air, water, and food of others at your disposal.

"I'm looking for a better way. ”

"Yes, but not too long, the longer it goes, the worse it will be for you, my dear friend," said Gülen, "and now is the best time, for Ingway, King of the Silver-Crowned Forest, has passed away, and his heirs, Kerribben, and the Singh elves are bent on fighting Gersh, the Orc King of the Whithering Plains, and the Orcs; The despicable hypocrite Birdwin Donclay is dead, and the throne is inherited by his son, who is only seven years old and now only ten years old, and the Norman nobles are divided and eyed, especially after the death of the princess Leona, Grenada and her subjects are recuperating, and the Dragonfire Islands are no longer there. ”

Drake looked at the drapery, and he couldn't see anything, but he could feel Glenn staring at him.

"I'll do whatever it takes. Drake said.

Glenn let out a shrill laugh behind the curtains, and Drake waited for a long time, but Glenn didn't speak, and he mustered up the courage to step forward, only to find that the bed was empty.

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Glenn may be in the same bad mood as Talos.

He met him and Memmie's daughter, Afra.

Gülen thought she was dead, perhaps entrailed as a sacrifice, or died silently in the hands of the priest's apprentice - she had no blood of a red dragon in her body, and looked like a normal child when she was a baby, he ...... He thought she was dead, but she didn't, and though Glenn hadn't seen the child since he had given up on her, he knew that she was none other than his daughter Afra as soon as he saw Crefa's current owner—she was like Gülen who she had seen in the mirror when she was young, and her eyes were inherited from Memi, the rare jewel eye, and she sat on the throne, small like an ornament, but she wasn't.

Maybe she can't do what she wants with Cremar like Cremar, but she is also accumulating her own strength, like a bird growing hard feathers, in her soul, Glenn doesn't see him, she doesn't see Memi, but it seems to see another Cremar, full of contradictions, but because of this contradiction is extraordinarily tenacious and stubborn.

When she looked at him, there was no hatred or love in her eyes, he could only say to her that he was a stranger who had heard of it - Cremar had not deceived her, his description of Glenn and Memmy could be said to be neutral, without any thoughts and perceptions of himself, this way of thinking was very fair, fair and not like a dragonborn, Glenn didn't care if she hated herself, but he still vaguely felt a trace of unwillingness - Afra could ignore him, but how could she forget her mother?

Glenn didn't regret what he had done, maybe Afra stayed by his side, and he might have killed Memmy's only relic in the world, but he was still angry, but he was just as calmly aware that Afra was still under Cremar's protection, and that the silver whip he knew so well was quietly acting as Afra's belt. Also, while it is said that the only way to get into a bloody battle is death, Glenn has a vague feeling that Cremar may be the exception, and if he does return from the bloody battle, the mighty mage will not be happy to see his ward turned into a pile of bones.

Glenn hates Afra, and Afra doesn't like Glenn either, but personal feelings don't affect the deal between them, and the invisible contract between Glenn and Crefa's master seems to be able to continue.

But occasionally Glenn would maliciously speculate - Afra was an ambitious child, he could feel - that a year or two might not corrupt the emotions, but what about ten, twenty, or even longer...... Afra will grow into a charismatic and powerful female lord, and when a look, a gesture, a whisper, or a brief note can play with the fate of countless people, will she really be willing to give up her precious and rare authority for the sake of a hazy gratitude at a young age?

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Ostahl may have nothing to complain about compared to Gülen, and while he was busy between the skeletons, his loyal red dragon Gredy had become the meal and drink on the plate of Gersh, the king of the orcs, and Ederna, the demigod lich, who had learned the news during a dangerous midnight tea party, and if it weren't for the help of Musk, the god of thieves, he would probably have become another ghost wandering the Seventy-Seven Islands with a grudge.

Unfortunately, the only useful piece of information he had ever received in the Seventy-Seven Islands was that Edriël was the Grey-robed one who hovered beside Cremar, but perhaps Adele's original plot was to take Gredi's fat soul - he did not return to Grenada's royal capital, after all, he had already guessed what role King Grenada had played in this absurd tragedy, and as the man who had been truly favored by Gredi, he could not have been trusted by the new king, and he did not need to.

"Take me there. He said that he knew he needed to be taken seriously by Musk, and at the very least, he wanted to let Musk know that he had not done useless work.

They came to the place where the red dragon Gredy hid the dragon eggs, and there were no less than a hundred colored dragon eggs, as well as a few metal dragon eggs.

"Are they all alive?" said the Sage of Musk, a seemingly delicate female who curiously stroked the eggs. They all feel different to the touch, some are smooth, some are rough, some are warm, some are hot, some are cold, the surface of the egg is patterned, some are spotted, and some are solid color. "Can they still hatch?"

"Yes. Ostar had been involved, so his answer was very positive, but these hatched ...... It's hard to say that it's a dragon, they only leave behind the body and talent of a dragon, but only the wisdom of a beast, their memories can't be passed on, they can't learn systematically, to put it simply, under the crush of the law, they can hatch the best remnants like the black dragons that Cremar and others have encountered, but they are still dragons.

For Musk, that seemed to be enough.

If there is anything Ostal is up to, it may be......

"What are you hiding?" asked Gülen.

"I am not your prisoner," Ostal said, "and I have nothing to hide." ”

Gülen smiled gloomily, "If that would give you some comfort," he said casually, "so be it." He walked around Ostahl, "Just don't let me catch your tail, I'll hang you up and pump you until you spit out your own intestines." ”

"You don't have that power," Austal scoffed, "and it's not you who I serve, it's your father, Venerable Musk." ”

"So I'm just letting you spit out your intestines instead of your heart," Gülen clapped his hands and made an exaggerated look of surprise, "Wait, I may be wrong, Red Robe, even if it's a heart, I can make you chew it up and swallow it back in your stomach." He smiled and turned to look at Ostar, the two of them were enemies, Ostal "mother" Gredi had taken Memi's runes and life, and Glenn's "father" Musk, the god of thieves, was undoubtedly responsible for Gredi's death.

But in this place, under the watchful eye of Musk and perhaps Shirek, the god of intrigue and strife, they can only become "friends".

"Be careful when you leave. Ostal said with a hypocrisy: "Watch out for my traps. ”

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"You know," said a shrill voice after a moment of silence, "he's sure to trigger every trap yours." ”

"I hope so. Ostar said, looking at Asmodeos, the little devil who was showing his body and busy grooming his fur, "It looks like you've failed." ”

Asmodeos didn't want anyone to know that he had almost been captured by a mortal, even if he used a very powerful rune: "Baldwin Donclay is finished," it said impatiently, "A walking corpse with no value to save." ”

"You didn't say to move him?"

"He's a fool, a piece of wood, a stone!" the little devil was so angry that his hair stood on end, and he muttered a swear word from the bottom of the abyss.

Ostal did not feel very sorry: "Then let him go." "Just a mortal.

"Can't we kill him?" said Asmodeos, the little devil, "putting his soul in the jewel." "Crunch, chicken, maybe beef, this soul is really rich and complex enough anyway.

"No," Ostar said, adding after a pause, "wouldn't it be more interesting to watch him fall into endless remorse?"

"Will he regret it?"

"Definitely. Ostar said, "Who can not regret it, when he needs to bow to the humblest of guards." ”

"Hopefully that day will come soon. Asmodeos shouted happily.

"There is no doubt about it. Ostar said.