Author's Note:

I'm very sorry, I was arrested by the leader on a business trip, I just came back today, and I am very tired...... I apologize again and again!! I can only send one chapter first, and there is one more chapter in the evening, and then there will probably be three to four consecutive double changes to make up.

And: Reading book reviews, there are many adults who misunderstand Oh, Kerryben's moral bottom line is very high, and he won't take advantage of Kremar not paying attention to flipping through the bag and the dimensional bag - the dimensional bag can't be turned over at all, mages generally attach spells to it, elves are sensitive to magic, and becoming a mage is faster and stronger than humans, but Carey is not a mage.

Write a short paragraph explaining this.

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- That's not a good habit, says the lich.

――What?

- I mean, like what you're doing now, said the former undead.

The spirits of the other world sat cross-legged on the ground, and the floor of the "empty house" was covered with large pieces of whale skin, which would not rot due to the erosion of water vapor, and were silky and elastic to the touch, and the whale skin was black, so that the things placed on it became particularly conspicuous - crystals, fluorite, candles, pearls, bird feathers, fine sand, rose petals, mercury, silver, powders of gold and rubies, sulfur, all kinds of blood and skin in small bottles, pieces of flesh...... And so on and so forth...... Souls from another plane do have a habit of taking everything out, sorting it in, keeping a count, and putting it back in the same way, rather than just tidying it up in a drawer or chest - fiddling with and showing off his vaults like a naughty child.

- If you happen to have a spellcaster next to you, explains the Lich, then you can guess the spell you want to memorize just by looking at the casting materials you have prepared, and even if you can't, you can find out what you can remember and what you can't, if not, then as long as he has a good memory, a tongue that can speak, and a hand that can write, then he poses only a little less threat to you than the former - they are your hole cards. You can't always be so straightforward and open it up for everybody to see.

- That's Kerryben, the soul of the other world said without mind.

- The lich let out a shrill sneer—I would have liked to see you eat the fruit of your own accord at some point, as if he were talking to himself, if I hadn't been in this body, in this shackle—I would have laughed out loud when you had been pierced through the chest by Kerribben's arrow.

- The soul of the other world was silent, and he could not even refute the lich's words, because he knew very well that the elves who believed in Angeleth, the god of life, hated nothing more than anything but the gray robes that played with life and soul in the palm of their hands, and even more so the lich, they were uncompromising enemies. If it and the identity of the lich is exposed. Kerry would never have hesitated...... Elves are never afraid of death, nor do they consider death to be punishment and torture, maybe not, but who knows, it shouldn't be a bastard in the world of the living, and in terms of the Elven Ranger's philosophy, this is not a betrayal, but a difficult but merciful act of kindness - his arrows will shoot through their bodies, freeing the imprisoned souls

The question is. Neither the Lich nor the Otherworldly Soul wants to face this.

- Do you have any questions?' said the lich.

- I just wonder why your reminder came so late.

Because I need to make it clear to the suspicious elves that we don't have that damn dragon grammar book in our hands anymore, the lich's belly, that dragon grammar book might make any warlock or even a mage with dragon blood ecstatic, but for him now it's just a tasteless piece of chicken ribs that he spends half of his time belonging to thieves from another plane. For some mysterious reason, it is affected by the bloodline but is unable to read dragon language correctly, and perhaps in the future the lich will instruct him to learn dragon language and other languages, but temporarily. It can't decipher the dragon language, it can only be said to be a good thing. Moreover, the former undead had captured the true mystery of this spell book, not the spells copied inside, nor the runes on the cover—those were just bait that had been laid out in the open. The casters probably only pay attention to these two, not the casters at most take the pure gold and gems that adorn the cover of the book, and probably no one will immediately notice the black gaps between the pure gold characters like the lich, and maybe the lich before will not notice it, but he has seen many things in the broken memories of outsiders, among which is something called a QR code, which after scanning and parsing, it will become any kind of message you want to express.

In just a few nights, the Lich had cracked the mystery, and though it was only a part, the spellbook was of little use to him, and he was followed by a mysterious figure who could hire and hide the little devil Asmodeos. Asmodeos was the undead's pet and knew its abilities and appetite inside out - it wasn't an easy thing to deal with, and it was left with only a powerful spellcaster except for the high-ranking devils, so the lich let the little devil "steal" his dimensional bag to end the matter cleanly.

Of course, he wouldn't let anyone but himself know about it, especially another being with whom he shared his body.

- It's my fault, the lich replied sarcastically and indifferently, for I didn't expect anyone to be so sluggish, we've been with Kerry for a while, don't you notice that he didn't consciously stay in his tent or room until the last two days? Dragons are evil, and there was a Fenway in Grey Ridge before, and it was impossible for him not to be vigilant and guarded.

――And now?

The lich suddenly closed its mouth, and the otherworldly soul reached out vigilantly and put the remaining spell casting materials into the dimensional bag, leaving only a small piece of gum in the palm of his hand.

The "empty house" is like a ball with a shaved bottom, perhaps because of the creation of the spell, it is only two sizes, one is about ten steps wide and ten steps long, and it is a single accommodation, and the other is the one chosen by the adventurers, twenty steps long and twenty steps wide, with a low wall with a rounded edge in the middle of the sleeping area, only as high as the waist of a human male, and only about six feet long, and hanging from it is a mat made of large-leaved plantains unique to the Dragonfire Islands, which can obscure the view of both sides, of course, it is not secure. Not close enough, at least the soul of the other world could see that Kerry had changed from a meditative position to a half-kneeling position, the elf lowered his head slightly, the small pigtails covering his ears had been untied, his long pale blonde hair as smooth and bright as moonlight was snaking around his shoulders and back, one of his hands was pressed to the ground, and the other hand held the longbow, the quiver was within his reach, and the "silver crown" and "starlight" hung on either side of his belt.

The black-haired caster nodded at him, then vanished.

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The "wide dolphin" was driven by a whip. Like a donkey or a horse, the person who wields the whip has no compassion, and the "wide dolphin" has no intention of running away or resisting.

She kept her head down, so she could see that the adults were wearing shoes.

Especially the man who had been asking questions and giving orders, he wore a pair of whaleskin boots on his feet, the upper and the shaft of the boot were made of dense holes, each hole was the same size, and the sole of the boot was wooden. Hold the sand high so that it doesn't get into her boots—but she soon doesn't pay attention to that, for until she is fifteen she always runs on her own feet, so that her feet run wide and long, as if they were webbed. But with the slaves, she had less chance to work her feet, and the fat bred on her, and her legs and feet were not as flexible and powerful as before, and she ran out of breath. It was like a piece of coals in my throat.

But she didn't dare not run, these people had not only whips, but also swords.

Fortunately, the distance between the "empty house" and the pier is not very far. They finally arrived before the "Wide Dolphins" spat out their lungs, "right there...... There. "Wide dolphin" said earnestly.

"Whose 'empty house' is this?" asked the leader.

"The twenty-third son of Lord Nanzhi is in charge of this place. His attendant replied respectfully.

"Oh, I know that guy. Their leader said contemptuously, and then he made a gesture as one of them carried the "Wide Dolphin" away, while he led some of the men forward a few steps, out of the shadow of the palm trees to the bright moonlight.

"Excuse me," he said politely, "is the only and only disciple of Venerable Lord Beavis here?"

"Say what you mean. The elf said.

"I need to see the Lord with my own eyes," said the chief, "but I can assure you that we have no ill will." He paused for a moment, "Perhaps you know that the Venerable Lord Beavis is the son of the only and only lord of the Eastern Crown. ”

Leona and Birdwin exchanged a look, as the princess and lord of the Norman of the Highlands, of course they would not be ignorant of the other royal families and authorities, there was no king in the Dragonfire Islands, and the four lords ruled this territory floating in the deep blue sea as all the owners of the four largest islands.

"Master Beavis has been in the Mourning Wasteland for years. Carey Ben said. He had only traveled with Beavis once or twice, and although Beavis' wife was a half-elf, he and his wife were somehow reluctant to get too close to the elves.

"We have received this sad news from Master Alva of the Castle of Cape Beach. The chief said, "It is because of this that we hope to find his descendants." ”

"As far as I know, Cremar is only a disciple of Beavis. Maemy whispered that as a Floro priest, she had never been indifferent to these things, but now it sounded as if their companions would be nice—she thought that if Cremar could really be involved with the lord of some of the Dragonfire Islands, then she might be able to enter a certain Flo temple without paying a child: "Or a child born out of wedlock." ”

"If the caster does not leave his bloodline, his disciples can inherit all his possessions. The thief said that because they were often given assassination-for-framed assignments, he had a good understanding of this (so as not to charge too little): "Even if he had a son or daughter of his own, if the latter was not a spellcaster, then they would only take things that had nothing to do with magic, or some spellcasters would leave a document in the temple of Kranvo, stating that everything he had would be inherited by his disciple - besides, there was no distinction between legitimate or illegitimate children in the Dragonfire Islands." ”

Memmy tried to ask further, but the thief gestured, and she fell silent.

"What are you looking for from me?"

The leader of the group turned abruptly, and the caster was falling from the sky, his hands enclosed in his long sleeves, unable to see if he was holding the casting material or making gestures.

"Honorable and powerful caster, honorable lord," said the leader calmly, "if you are a disciple of Lord Bevis......

"I am. ”

The leader deliberated briefly and repeatedly in his mind for a moment, then he relaxed his shoulders, took two steps back, and knelt respectfully - on his knees like the "Wide Dolphin", first lowering his left knee, then his right knee, bending his waist, his hands under his forehead, his head and buttocks not exceeding the knees of the Ortho Person, but his posture was much more wonderful than that of the "Wide Dolphin", and although he was a young man, he performed this humble movement as if he were dancing gracefully.

"My master, the ninth son of the great and remarkable Master of the Eastern Crown, is looking forward to your arrival - and earnestly wishes that you will be able to visit his island, who was the seventh son of the Master of the Eastern Crown, the dearest brother and friend of your mentor, the dearest brother and friend of Lord Beavis, whose departure had torn his heart. (To be continued.) )