"But I remember that chromogens need to be observed in the dark. Said the lich.

"When he's done drinking, he can go to the room on his own. McGee replied in a gruff voice.

"If only a dark environment is needed," said the lich, gesturing for Berdwin to drink the potion, "My spell might help a little." ”

"Whatever you want. McGee said.

The once undead snapped their fingers nonchalantly, and then, if the gnomes had been to another plane, they might have shouted "who turned off the lights", and now they would only think that the sun had suddenly disappeared, or that their eyes had been blinded by magic. The lich heard several muffled exclamations, the clatter of necklaces and bracelets, and the grinding of silk against linen, and waited peacefully in the darkness for a moment, until a faint fluorescence gradually floated, first of Baldwin's lips and eyes, and then of skin close to his heart. To the point of view of an ordinary human, it was as if he were climbing on glowing vines, but these vines did not climb outside his body but spread within him, wisps radiating from his heart from thick to thin.

The gnomes who had gathered around Baldwin had moved to what they thought was safe in the brief darkness before, none of the gnomes were close to their companions, their little hands clenched into fists, judging by the Mithril or Adamantite chains hanging outside, which were supposed to be rune seals—the initiators of spellcasters, powerful people, or those with close ties to both of these had several such special magical paraphernalia. The gnomes have used this power stolen from the magic galaxy to the extreme, and each trinket on their body hides one or two spells for attack, protection, and teleportation.

In their other hand, most of them clenched a stabbing sword, and the stabbing sword used by the gnomes was naturally also pocket-sized. It was more of a stabbing sword than a slightly longer dagger, and they were hung haphazardly around the girdles' waists without scabbards, but the gnomes had skillfully gilded it with a layer of gold (the art of gilding it on adamantite gold had hitherto only been mastered by them) and gem-studded handles, so that some people who didn't know much about this creature like a human child would ignore the lethality of this gadget—you would never have imagined how a dwarf would concoct a weapon that belonged only to him, as the Lich could see at a glance. There were two spells that were not well suited to the elven ranger Kerryben that were attached to the small swords that resembled bee stingers, and a stabbing sword with a strangely shaped twisted handle that the Lich had seen on a red-robed apprentice. The special feature is that when piercing the human body, the venom will be sprayed out from the tip of the bayonet sword when the handle is rotated, and this method of poison injection is faster and more reliable in quenching poison on the sword.

The only one who hadn't moved was probably McGee, who sat on the folding ladder with the pedals. With a vicious smile on his face. When he looked down on his people, there was no warmth at all, but a hint of regret - as if he regretted not dying one.

"Hold your breath," McGee turned around and ordered dryly, after seeing enough of the jokes of his clansmen, "Stretch out your arms, on the left and on the right." ”

After the initial fear had vanished, Baldwin became interested in the potion, which made him shiver with cold when it touched his tongue. The chill stretched to his stomach and from there. He didn't know how it worked, but the black-haired spellcaster had said that they were meant to check the blood vessels, so the glowing vine-like things that were distributed around him were his blood vessels? ”

The former lord of Thundercastle nodded: "Yes, this place was once broken by an orc's claw. "Although healing can reconnect broken bones, muscles and skin, and the surface will heal to a smooth appearance, it is an indisputable fact that the inside will become fragile, just as many retired soldiers and knights will still be tormented by the itching pain in the bones before the harsh winter or thunderstorms, which is the result that the priest cannot change, and the only way to make the pain truly disappear is through the blessing or ...... Curses, like Gülen.

"You have a lot of old wounds. McGee said.

"Any questions?" asked Berdwin.

"It's just a little trouble. McGee said, poking Birdwin's outstretched left arm with a small stick, "Look here," he said, and Birdwin turned his head to look, only to be twitched heavily, "I asked my people to come and see this, what are you looking at!?" McGee said roughly, "Can you see what?

Then Birdwin heard the gnome laughter again, "All right," he said quietly, "and I owe it to you, Cremar, that I don't want such an honorable title—do you think I can't see you smiling? It's too late to keep a face up now, it's dark here, but I can see that I'm glowing anyway." ”

"He's trying to compare the blood vessels of your left and right arms," the lich said with a rare hint of compassion, after all, it seems that a warrior really shouldn't have such a clumsy nickname that can make the enemy laugh without a fight: "Everyone's blood vessels are different, but in the same person, his symmetrical limbs basically have extremely similar blood vessels." Your right arm has been severed for a long time, its blood vessels have become deformed, they need to be sorted out, and the best reference is of course your left arm. ”

"They're going to cut me open?"

"Hmm...... Suffice it to say, peace of mind, my friend, the sewing skills of the gnomes are quite good. ”

"As long as they don't put straw in it—besides, your tone almost makes me think there's a red robe or a gray robe standing in front of me. ”

He'll probably never know how close he is to the truth, the lich thought. He reached out to help McGee trace the direction of the blood vessels on Baldwin's arm with the quill on the tip of the Mithril pen, after all, the fluorescence was invisible in the light, and they could not have cut through Baldwin's arm in such a weak light.

When the Lich gave Baldwin the above explanation. Berdwin wrinkled his nose, "So, I won't be able to take a shower for a while?" or have you decided to cut me open today, the gods are above, and I'm not ready yet." ”

"It's not like you're not hurt. ”

"It's one thing to get hurt, but it's another thing to lie there and be fiddled with by a bunch of gnomes," Berdwin sighed, "or do you have a potion, the kind that can make me unconscious." ”

"Yes. The lich drew an elegant curve on Baldwin's skin: "But you can't use it, if I'm not mistaken, throughout." You need to stay sane. ”

The gnomes immediately heard Baldwin's curse, and they began to exchange words, but not because of Baldwin, but because they suspected that McGee had revealed their skills to a human. When they put this protest in front of McGee. The filthy gnome just shook his head with an impatience that he could still see very clearly in this situation, and several of the gnomes immediately retreated, for his dandruff and some small worms fell off as McGee shook his head.

"No," McGee said, "not all humans are stupid, elves are not stupid, and neither are orcs. Dwarves too, gnomes are not the smartest and only intelligent race in the world. I think I've said it many times before -- are you going to keep watching, and those who don't want to get involved can leave immediately, and I'm not going to shoot arrows in your back, though the gnomes are said to be pretty good at that. ”

The gnomes, who were ready to curse angrily, swallowed the words that had overflowed their tongues, and none of them would go out, Macgee's father had been the best and wisest craftsman in their tribe, but his head was a little stiff, and after his death, the gnomes rushed into his room and searched for his work and drawings, but none of them could find the ones of real value. He had hidden everything in McGee's head, and they were so precious that the gnomes were reluctant to let a grey robe turn over McGee's mind for fear that he would damage something, especially after McGee decided to share some of it with them.

Like the prosthetic leg that this human warrior needed, the dwarfs' most remarkable work now is the ground lice-like arm mentioned by the one to whom the Eastern Crown Lord belongs, which is connected by large and small, layers of curved armor, made of arms that can be turned and bent, fingers can hold things, and crossbows and hidden arrows can be hidden, but McGee's idea is more ingenious, almost bizarre, and they are simply eager to see it completed immediately, mounted on the stump of this warrior, and let them see how this supposedly peerless work can shine on a dangerous earthly world。 But on the other hand, the prosthesis has more to connect to, including the nerves that control its functioning, as well as the blood vessels, muscles, and skin, which is a new cross-cutting gadget for the gnomes - they don't even care that it might cause the reds to fear (and McGee, as a last resort).

So, it's absolutely impossible to get them to walk away now, and as for McGee to say that the dwarves are smart too, they can erase this memory for the time being.

"How do you know this?" asked Berdwin quietly after the gnomes had quieted down again.

"My mentor Beavis has been tracking a Grey Robe for years," said the lich gently, "he needs to know everything about that Grey Robe - there have been several times when he has almost caught the Grey robe, and several times when he has almost been killed by the Grey robe, and we have entered the Grey Robe's dwelling, all of which I have seen from a forgotten book. ”

Now Birdwin really started to worry: "What about the book?"

"It's been destroyed. ”

"Great. As a paladin, it wasn't like he didn't have any dealings with the Grey Robes, although he only had to take on a small part of the work because he was a lord, "Don't look at those books, they're all evil," he paused, "evil, but powerful, and there are many people who are tempted in this way - they think they can get power from it, but they don't know that this power will eventually drag them into the abyss." ”

Then he saw the black-haired spellcaster smile in the faint light, and he had to admit that Cremar had a face that belonged to an elf, and although his eyes and hair were as deep as night, he laughed as heartily as Kerryben, but Baldwin always felt that the smile was particularly meaningful, but he quickly threw the thought away, for the gnome's nails were pinching him, and the strange, sharp pain made him tremble uncomfortably.

"Alright. McGee withdrew the hand that had pinched Berdwin's skin, there was a tangled mass of veins under the skin, and maybe nerves in it, and it didn't seem like the rest of the job was going to be easy," the mage, "let it be light, we don't need darkness anymore." ”

This time there was no snapping of the fingers, the darkness faded silently, and a faint golden light poured down, and Baldwin realized that they had spent a lot of time, and the red star had moved from the center to the west.

He looked at the body, "Oh," he said, "you drew a tree on me." Two different colors of ink were used, and in a poorly lit place as a mortal Baldwin couldn't tell the difference, but in good light, he could easily tell the difference between a deep turquoise and a deep blood red.

"How long is this going to be maintained?" The Dragonfire Islands are not Thundercastle, the climate here is hot and humid, and if you don't bathe for a day, you will find yourself stinky like a stranded and dead whale, or dwarf McGee.

"This ink is insoluble in water," said the master, "and you can throw yourself into the water, hot, cold, fresh or sea." ”

Berdwin breathed a sigh of relief.

"When are you going to do it?"

"After the sixth sunrise," said McGee, "I still need some equipment, which I will build myself to make sure nothing goes wrong." ”

"I think we still have a lot of time, and even if we fail, it's not like we don't have a chance to do it all over again. ”

"Are you going to be a part of it?"

"If you can. ”

"Absolutely. McGee said, not surprised to see his people glaring at him, and he grinned back.

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"The gods are above," the thief exclaimed the next morning at the sight of Berdwin, "who else could be more like a savior?"

Plum looked up from the honey berry tart plate, and she stiffened at the sight of Baldwin, though the change was fleeting, "Yes...... "You're really ......," she stammered a little.

Shiny, literally. (To be continued.) )