(First Update!)

Author's Quote - Bow ...... Sorry, sorry, the itinerary has changed, so it's delayed, sorry...... I won't make a notice, but I will step up the update......

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"No," the otherworldly soul then changed his mind, "I don't need to know where they are grown," and since he was already a slave owner, he should have a little wayward right: "I don't like these flowers, pull them all up, dry them, and burn them." ”

Then he was surprised to find that Dada hesitated for the first time about his order: "Then," he could see that he had carefully considered the words and said, "to whom shall we replenish these tobacco?"

"Isn't this tobacco being bought and sold?"

"They have never been traded before," Dada said euphemistically, in a gossamer voice, "they belong to the island and are fodder for 'cattle and horses.'" ”

The souls of the other world need to be switched and connected in order to figure out whether the cattle and horses Dada is talking about are slaves or those animals that actually have tails: "They eat this?"

Dada took a soft breath and looked around imperceptibly, the "brands" had to be a hundred paces away from their master without permission, and the master's friend, only the elf Kerry was still by his side, he carefully looked at the elf, then knelt down and bowed to his new master, his heart trembling, for he did not know if Cremar understood what he meant, knowing that on the Dragonfire Islands, only slaves were trying to figure out their masters. There is no master who speculates about the slave.

Cremar and Kerryben looked at each other, and the elf shook his head slightly—the otherworldly spirit raised his hand to Dada and motioned for him to stand up, "We should go back." ”

Of course, it is not a return to the fortress, the fortress that has been abandoned for several years cannot be cleaned up overnight, and the side island is very large. They can now be said to be parade in full detail rather than simply skimming by, Dada and the "Bridle Heads" have prepared as many things as they can during their trip, you know, although the lord of the Eastern Crown does act like a father immersed in love and sorrow, it seems to be only superficial, he not only withdrew the army on the side island (on the pretext of not interfering with the governance of Cremar), but also recalled the eunuchs who ruled it (doesn't there still a Dada in Cremar) It can be said that his son's disciples and his friends were left on this island without knowing anything, and Dada was intelligent and capable. Get to know the inside story, but it still takes a while to get used to it.

However, as far as the other masters of the Dragonfire Islands seemed to be very rudimentary, it was enough for Cremar and his party, and the slaves carried snow-white and clean tents, soft walrus and whale skin mattresses, delicate sandalwood furniture, silver and gold cutlery and incense, and comfortable soft sedan chairs. Although only Mei Mi and Gülen have used them so far, Mei Mi is not surprised. Glenn was a thief, and he had no interest in trekking under the scorching sun, and Plum occasionally lifted the curtain to peek ahead.

"You're not going to accompany Birdwin?" Gülen's palanquin was beside her, and the two could touch each other with their hands outstretched, and the thief leaned on the silk satin cushion with one leg bent. A silver coin was pinched between his fingers.

Mei Mi cast a disgusted look at the scorching sun, "I'll admit that I can't compare to that in some places...... A. She said that the sun of the Dragonfire Islands had turned Leona a light brown in just a few days and nights, and that it did not detract from her charm between men and women, but the problem was that her skin was whiter than that of Meme. Now plum honey is like amber to citrine.

But what Mei Mi didn't say was that such Leona would match Bird's **** more than anyone before, including herself before.

They spent the third night on the side island under a peculiarly shaped boulder, a hollow, half-buried snail shell in the sand, and the wonder was that there was a crack in its depth, and from the gap overflowed a cold spring, and the spring struck a shallow pool of water between the sand, with translucent white fish, the water was sweet and clear, but hundreds of feet away was the vast ocean, but not a single sea could penetrate it. Ask Dada and the "bridles", they don't know - the penetration of sea water is very strong, so strong that the well cellars that go deep inland for dozens of miles will seep out salt over time, making the water in the well bitter and astringent, but the water in this small pool is always sweet, like the water in the eyes of the sea god, even if the sea tide rises and the sea water floods here, when the sea water recedes, fresh water will quickly cover the place.

The lich was almost certain that there was indeed a natural or man-made entrance to the water elemental plane hidden beneath the side island, which further confirmed that Beavis's father, the lord of the Eastern Crown, had given this island to them with no good intentions, and even with great malice, even on land, an inexhaustible source of water would lead to wars between lords and lords, and even kings and kings, not to mention that they were still in the middle of the ocean.

But he wasn't prepared to tell his cohabitants the not-so-good news right now, and the latter seemed to be haunted by more important questions—yes, the former undead thought, there was no magic in its plane, and there was no magic in its plane, and that humans treated poisoned people with "science"—in the eyes of the lich that resembled a warlock—for example, they would make the sick empty their stomachs, suck their throats, or extract all the blood from their bodies, get rid of the bad parts, and then send the good parts back - And the Warlocks do a better job than they do, at least the Warlock's patients don't have to worry about dying because of the spell, as long as the red-robed ones are willing or needed, and their patients, more accurately, the test subjects, even if they have their bodies hollowed out, can live well, long, and sane.

It's even easier to put it in the mage and priest, extracting toxins and removing negative states are all in the list of spells and magic, and none of them can be said to be high-level spells, as long as the mentor is not too lame, and the apprentice is not stupid enough to count his fingers, he can basically cast this spell.

So no one will make a fuss, even if it's uncomfortable, about this tobacco or any other plant with similar effects. They can go to the priest, like to cure a cold or some other ailment, and only a rapid and widespread outbreak of a plague like Dorin will warn the lord and the priest.

Or, like the slaves of the Dragonfire Islands...... But their lives and dignity belong to their masters, and who cares if "they" are being harmed by some terrible drug?

When ripe, the 'tobacco' is processed with the utmost care - the "cow and horse" cut small holes in the unripe capsules under the supervision of the "bridles", and the white juice flows out and solidifies. They are then carefully scraped off, collected and exposed to the sun, and when they turn brown and brown, they are handed over to the mage's apprentice for one or two treatments, the first step is to directly mix these medicines into a decoction, which is mixed with dried "tobacco leaves" and beet residues, taro stalks, palm leaves, etc., to become the feed of "cattle and horses" and "skillful hands", of which only "skillful hands" The second step is to ferment them into special spices such as mandala flowers, which some mages and warlocks will buy. Used to relax the spirits and paralyze the enemy, and more importantly to the priests of Flo, this spice not only lightens and lowers the vigilance of the faithful, but also keeps their appetite from being too exuberant, so that they can maintain a graceful and moving posture.

But most of them have gone into the mouths of those "cows, horses" and "skilled hands", and it is said that a long time ago, there were not so many slaves in the Dragonfire Islands, after all, slaves were also humans. Or humanoids, who have their own memories and thoughts. Even if their ancestors were slaves, they would rebel or be lazy - no one knew which mage or warlock had brewed this dangerous potion, which, along with cheap elixir, could make the most unruly of wild horses as docile as lambs, or infant slaves sucking drugged milk from their mothers and devouring the residues of sugar beets mixed with the potions after leaving their mothers. When they grow up, they can't leave them, they destroy their spirits, they hinder their minds, they make them dull and numb, but they are powerful. Not afraid of the cold and heat.

"But not all slaves, are they?" asked Leona, at least not Dada, and those who had been drawn from the "skillful hands" to serve them.

"It's just a different dose. Dada said, "There is also a distinction between slaves, the children of lords...... When they became slaves, the tobacco they ingested was also very small and pure, and the secret medicine contained almost nothing, and there were some slaves who were deliberately kept because of their skill—some of the favored slaves and eunuchs while we were still with our masters, and the masters would allow the priests to cast magic on them, so that they would serve him as they always did, and enjoy him, so that his pleasure would not be disturbed. ”

"But that period was certainly short. Mei Mi said.

Dada thought of his sister Ji'er, who, though she said nothing and continued to be allowed to sit at his father's feet, could feel that his father's patience with her was no longer so good, and that she could be thrown into the ranks of "skillful hands" or "cows and horses" at any moment - if that was the case, there would be very little time left for him, and worst of all, although she was good at embroidery and dancing, she was one of those slaves who were not allowed to leave her productive capacity, and if she was banished, she might still be able to "skillfully move" but the medicine in her food would destroy their bodies without mercy - Dada couldn't help but sigh that if she had a child, then the secret medicine in her food would also be relieved, and this would continue until she gave birth to her ninth child - if she hadn't had a difficult birth. It was a long time, and Dada might have moved her out of the ranks of the "cows and horses" and let her hide in the corners of the fortress to do some light work within her ability, although she could not avoid brittle bones, falling out teeth, and loose skin, but at least she could live.

That was their only wish, and that of the other slaves.

"If we cut off the supply of this 'elixir'......"

"Will die. Carey Ben said.

It seems that this noble elf lord has tried, Dada thought to himself, and at the same time felt at ease that he did not need to contradict his master again, if he was just an ordinary slave, he would definitely thank the gods for giving him such a good master who did not like to use whips or swords, the problem is that Dada was once the son of the lord, he was also the master of slaves, even if he is no longer a complete male now, he still retains ambition and desire in his heart.

"It's not my first time in the Dragonfire Islands. "I had ...... hoping to make them "humans" again, but he failed, and no one knows how the elf, who loves life and freedom, was in the mood to watch the man he hoped to help gradually turn into a stone: "It can't be said to be a real petrification," added Kerryben, his eyes as grey and gloomy as the sky before the storm: "They just ...... Gradually, he couldn't move, he couldn't swallow, but he could breathe, he had a heartbeat, he could hear, see, plead, "He asked for help from others, but he was either rejected or couldn't do anything, no one knew how the secret medicine worked, and finally he wasn't even allowed to buy the kind of food mixed with the secret medicine."

"And then?" asked Gülen.

"I killed them. The elf said. (To be continued.) )