Anrui smiled sadly, and she seemed to be about to say something, but the little devil suddenly propped up and placed two paws on his chest. It wasn't some agreed code, they didn't trust each other, but even a mortal could know that what followed this action was either a threat or a crime. She immediately put down the mead, straightened her hair accessories and clothes, and turned to the door at the same time.

So when Demont rudely slammed the door open and walked in, he saw a meek and lovely little wife, and the little pet that he had finally tamed.

After receiving his so-called real name, he placed a number of restrictions on Asmodeus, including not allowing him to use his innate strange abilities without the permission of his master, and he preferred that it would not be able to do the great role it was supposed to do—just as he had not made a covenant with a little devil, and Asmodeus was just a winged hamster who spoke the lingua franca The crappy spellcaster even got a custom thin collar to force the little devil to wear around his neck, the collar was pigskin, and underneath hung a pendant the size of a copper coin, the smooth surface of the pendant was inscribed with Demon's name, and a small magic was attached to it, and if the little devil arrived at a certain time when his true master (Demund proudly declared) summoned him, the collar would tighten and tighten its neck until it broke, and this time was set by Demund himself, and often changed or ordered the little devil to fly far away to do things, when Asmodeos was seen flapping his wings and waddling from a distanceand he will laugh out loud with joy.

"Welcome back, my esteemed host. Anrui said softly. At the same time, he lowered his knees, and Asmodeos raised his long, sharp, black mantine wings and bowed to him. Although visually, it's just a ball a little rounderer.

"Looks like you're getting along. Demon said as if unintentionally.

"Asmodeos was lovely. Anrui said, taking the velvet robe he had taken off, which was adorned with the fur on the sable's legs, which was too warm for the weather in April and May, but Demund had become more and more slumbered since becoming the de facto master of the White Tower and the Partridge Hill - perhaps due to the fact that he had discovered that he was nothing more than a puppet controlled by the guild, and he barely touched his spell books. Having spent the whole day either amusing himself with the priests of Fro, or overeating and drinking, he took two lazy steps, and was tired of wanting to sit down at once—in the soft chair in which Anrui had sat before, and not in the one that belonged to him. The luxurious chair inlaid with the Mithril gemstone, judging by the fact that he immediately reached for the flask, he probably made this choice because of the honey stored in the crystal flask.

Demont didn't take the glass, he grabbed the flask's slender neck and tilted it over to drink.

The heavy flask made his hands tremble. Mead overflowed from his lips. Wet with woolen robe and silk - his hands were shaking all the time, even when he put down the flask, even if Anrui was not a spellcaster, she knew that being a mage Demon was finished, her father was constantly associated with different mages, and before Anrui's mother was gone forever, Mage Antonio was like a member of their family - Mage Antonio would occasionally drink a little wine to better concentrate and get into the state of distraction needed before casting the spell as quickly as possible. But a caster like Demon, who has no scruples about toasting at any time of the morning or night. Anrui doubted if he would be able to make a proper casting gesture.

She calmly watched as Demont drank her wine, "Go get some more," Demon said, "Winter wine or rotten sweet wine." ”

"I'm sorry, but you just drank the last bit of mead," said Anrui, "and there is no more winter wine or rotten sweet wine in the White Tower, and the merchants are so anxious that they don't want to go out to do business, because as soon as their guards follow them away, their property will be stolen, their wives and daughters will be insulted, and even their houses will be burned." ”

Demont thought for a moment, then slapped the arm of his chair stupidly and laughed, "Oh, Musk is on top," he said cursedly, "they are a bunch of spoiled fellows by the elves - there is no sign of the thieves' guild in those cities now, and other merchants can pay their taxes to the thieves, ask for their protection, and go about their business in peace, why can't they?" he grimaced: "They have sinned and suffered, and it is entirely their own problem- They are so stingy that they are not willing to obediently take a few gold coins out of their pockets, so they do not blame others for cutting their throats and snatching all the money from their skins. ”

"They're on the verge of bankruptcy," said Anrui, "and the thieves want all their money, and they want to drive them away, Demont, and do you know that someone is taking their caravan from them?"

Demont pursed his lips in displeasure, he really didn't know that he hadn't been to the Archon's mansion for a long time, and even if he did, it was only because the Archon's chamber was a very special place for pleasure - especially when he thought of his stern and ruthless father, who had worked there, and how wonderful it would have been if a mage had summoned him from the Mourning Wasteland and shown him what it was like.

He has neither a say nor a right to know about something as important.

Durmont had been prepared to smash the heavy crystal flask at her, and she dodged it, but what happened next nearly drove her mad - Dermon grabbed his and Ann Rui's child from the cradle and made a gesture to throw it at her mother.

"Okay!" he muttered, "or you'll have to have another one." ”

The next moment he took his hand off, and the child fell into the cradle, unscathed, and Demont lay face down on the ground, and Anrui stepped on him without saying a word, and Anrui picked up the child and returned to his familiar and safe embrace, and the child began to cry, but not very loudly—he was as smart as Anrui said, or perhaps it had something to do with the fact that he had such a father.

Asmodeos crouched on the edge of the cradle and licked his tail: "Don't thank me too much. It said smutteringly.

"Will he find out?" asked Anrui.

"No," said the little devil, "he will only remember that he had accidentally fallen." ”

"You must have made him fall a lot. An Rui said.

"Not so often. The little devil chewed his tail: "I'm a cute little pet." ”

"Don't let him die," Anrui said, "we don't have the strength to deal with that guild yet." ”

"Not this time, but I think he's getting annoying. The little devil said, "I'm too lazy to deal with him anymore." ”

"But you are not out of his power now. ”

"If not, why am I talking to you here?" The guest of the Abyss frantically jumped into the cradle, pulled up the little blanket and pretended to be a baby, fantasizing that a stupid human woman would approach the cradle and be bitten by him as he leaned over to pick up his child: "Didn't you think of it?"

"What?"

"Why can't you take the place of Demon? I mean, now. And not long after you made an agreement with those stubborn white-robed mages?"

"I don't understand," Anrui frowned, "my son is still in swaddling clothes. And we haven't been able to prepare enough power to fight that guild - we don't know anything about it other than it's called Thin Net. ”

The little devil let out a creepy laugh: "I am not an elf, nor am I a priest and a mage of Rosada and a mage of Antonio, Ann Rui. In front of me. You don't need to wear that mask of stupidity and innocence - I've always only spoken to smart people, so don't pretend you don't understand me, I mean - you can be the spokesperson for the 'fine net' in the White Tower and the Partridge Hill instead of Demont. ”

Ann Rui held the baby in her arms, the tapestry of the window open, the light of the stars and the dark blue of the sky illuminating her face, making her look like a statue made of white tin.

"I've served a lot of mages and warlocks. Asmodeos said to himself, "There is no shortage of men who work for the vast thieves' union. Some of them became important members and even leaders of the guild, so I knew very well what their tricks were up to - yes, they needed a puppet, but that puppet couldn't be too bad, like Demon, my poor master, who was already rotting into a pile of mud - so how could he do the work that the guild might give him...... He consumed the guild's gold and women, which is simply intolerable, and I think their patience is about to reach its limit, this is a good opportunity, my mistress, once in a lifetime. ”

"Dear Anrui," it continued, "why should you take any chances, don't say that future wars with the guild will lead to the death of you and your children, don't deny it, it's almost inevitable, they love to take advantage of other people's weaknesses, they may not kill your children, but give or sell them to a red robe, you know, (Anrui takes a step back, grabs the swaddling) The red robes always have some strange experiments that need to be carried out...... No, not only the body, but also the soul, and the pure soul of a child is one of the most favored goods of the Grey Robes—well, even if we don't have to think so long-term, even now, my mistress, Demont is already a threat to you and your children. ”

Asmodeos stuck out his tail and picked up the discarded glass, sucking off the last bit of wine inside, "You humans are right, don't wait for the milk to spill before you cry, of course, if you insist on patience until Dermon throws your child down the window of the tower, I don't have a problem with it, the devil is immortal. I just want to remind you that, from the standpoint of a human being, I think that if you become a member of the fine net, you will be much better than De Mon, you have a beauty that no one else can match, you have a noble blood, and a brilliant mind, I believe that you will get a high position in the guild that De Mon will not be able to touch in his life - and at that time, it will not be difficult for you to do anything for the White Tower. You can control and manage the members of your guild, you can specify the taxes that merchants need to pay to your guild, you can try to allow them to redeem their caravans, you can even rebuild their houses and give them back, and if you can make enough gold for your guild, they won't care about the little details. ”

"That's the good thing about the cheap box. The little devil finally concluded.

&&&

And at this very moment, the original owner of Asmodeus is doing the exact opposite of it, yes, he is doing good.

The fireballs thrown by the mage succeeded in dispersing the bloodthirsty bat swarm, no less than a hundred bats were pierced by the elves and Berdwin's arrows, and even the thieves took the lives of the two children, the problem was the next treatment - Mei Mi could not continue to maintain her trances after praying for two consecutive treatments, she had a splitting headache, her hands and feet were numb, and her healing skills could not heal too serious injuries - The blood lost was not replenished so quickly, and it was a miracle that a man who had accidentally fallen on his long-handled scythe while escaping from the bat, sharpened by the tough, sturdy grass, cut off his fingers and pierced his neck, and the bats that were chasing after him, but he could still breathe in pain when he was found—it was a miracle, even Gülen thought so.

When the faint white light dissipated, his bleeding was barely stopped, but the wound was still cracked, and the muscles, blood vessels, and fascia were clearly visible, like the mouth of a smiling demon.

Kerry took out the healing potion, but the lich blocked his hand, "No need for a potion," he said, "I'll sew it up." ”

"Sew it up?" asked Mei Mi subconsciously.

The lich didn't answer, he took out his needle and thread from his dimensional bag, the needle was pure gold, and the thread was taken from human intestines, and after processing, the fibers were extracted from it, twisted into threads, and then several twisted into one as appropriate, the former undead considered whether to throw them away when they left Sharp Jaw Harbor, but in the end they were left behind, and not just anyone could recognize the source of the intestines.

He stitched up the severed tendons, veins, muscles, and skin like the most skilled embroiderer or goldsmith, and Memy looked at it in amazement, and Gülen looked at it with a strange expression, but the thief only knew that there was a kind of person who had been sent to the execution table, but there was also a family, and the family was willing to give a few copper coins to restore him to the original state, and he did not think that a spellcaster needed to make a living from this craft. What he didn't know was that in the Mentor's Tower, the Lich had sewn up the Mentor's corpse Golem countless times, and he would use stitches to make simple small portraits of the Golem's surface. (To be continued......)

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