Peaceful and elegant, the extravagance of this room, which was large enough for a dozen giants to dance, was more extravagant than one might have imagined - it was all wrapped in blue-brown ebony with dark stripes, second only to mahogany and purple heart wood, but more precious than that used in cabinets, The two woods on the door and a little of the wall hanging, the amount of ebony used in this room could have ruined the fortune of a Norman earl in the Highlands, and to put it bluntly, even if the gold coins were stacked in three stacks and spread on all six sides of the room.

The sea breeze blew through the dark window lattices, and raised a light veil like mist that permeated and flowed through the room, and they hid the soldiers and mages well, and though men were not blinded by a translucent curtain or two, at least they were placed naked among each other to ease the tension. A woman with a bare belly and shoulders stood beside the lord, her face was flamboyant, her features were so vivid that she could not be described as aggressive, and the strange robe draped over her body (let's say so) was made of red silk as bright as a flame and as smooth as water, her hands were hidden in her sleeves, and her belt hung with small leather bags embellished with jewels, and a playful Mithril scimitar, whose handle and scabbard were made in the shape of a sea serpent. Mortals might mistake this beauty for another slave or for Flo's priest, but the lich only took a look to know that she was also a spellcaster, and not a mage, but a warlock.

It was not surprising that the lord kept this dangerous weapon by his side, after all, Cremar was a spellcaster, and his friends, especially the elven ranger Kerryben, could fill an entire book of more than five hundred pages of poetry with his impressive achievements.

"Welcome," said the lord cautiously, "welcome, my dear child. He sat down in a chair with ivory legs, frowning slightly. With an indescribable look, he carefully looked at the young black-haired spellcaster, his messenger had already reported to him, and he also had a certain understanding of this young man, of course, not in depth, but this was a young man, whether it was a spellcaster or not, young people were always reckless and impulsive, ambitious, as long as they were guided a little. He will go down the path you want him to take.

He let out a long sigh at the end, and then lowered his head slightly, he knew that it would make him look weak and helpless, he would never put on such a pose in front of other sons, but now standing in front of him was the disciple of Beavis, a half-elf mage, and the elf of the Silver-crowned Jungle, the believer of Su Lun, he didn't have to worry about facing an evil person at all: "Child. "You may be surprised by the pretense of innocence," he said, "but, yes, I thought I could see a part of Beavis in you......"

"I am only a disciple of Beavis," said the lich, "not his son." "Outwardly, Cremar can be said to be the opposite of Beavis. One is dark, one is white, one is short and stocky, and the other is long and slender. Even the color of the hair and eyes is very different.

"Oh, I think I'm a bit rude," the owner of the Eastern Crown said, looking confused. "I thought ......," he pinched the ring on his hand, "and thought that Beavis might return to me with his son," he said, his face turning pale and his tone tinged with almost real sadness, "he turned down the fief, and I thought that perhaps he would be willing to let his son accept my reward." But who would have thought that I would have lost my grandson and then my son...... Alas, I knew he was brewing a glass of wine called revenge, but the road was so rough that I tried to give him some help, but he refused—I thought he would give up, or come back here and hold my knees and ask for mercy, the gods above, and I never thought that at last I would learn from the mage Alva of the Castle of Cape that he had been dead for many years. ”

As he said this, the female warlock moved gracefully, placing her slender and soft hand on the fat back of the lord's neck and caressing it gently, as if it were a silent comfort, if not too ambiguous...... It's still quite impressive.

The Lich knows that some female warlocks have a baseline almost as high as the Abyss, and they don't mind being associated with any kind of creature in order to murder their opponents, steal information, or whatever, demons can, devils are fine, and ooze creatures are in their hunt range if they must...... So, while they despise mortals, if that mortal can give her the materials and gold she needs, she can easily win their favor - but beware, if they get bored or you lose your usefulness, they will not only kill you, but also take your body and soul, and whether they will be made into currency (soul gems) to trade with the creatures of the abyss or fed directly to their pets depends on how they feel at the time.

But this guy is really unashamed, the former undead thought, he had never found anything in Beavis's memory...... If the ruler of the Eastern Crown had been willing to lend a helping hand to Beavis, the Lich's disgrace might have been found by Beavis years ago, and he wouldn't have had to do that tricky job.

"Okay. The lord was depressed for a moment, until he felt that it was almost enough, and then he raised his head and nodded the corner of his eye with the finger of the jewel ring, "I think you can still understand an old father, I thought I didn't miss him so much, but as soon as I saw you, young spellcaster, the hidden viper came to bite my heart again." ”

He turned to the warlock beside him as if in grief, and the broad-minded lady nodded to Cremar. For a moment, the lich was tempted to pretend he didn't see or understand, the scene had reached a point where it needed a twist, and it was clear that it was up to him to complete it...... Although he wanted to play a little prank, in the end the thought was forcibly suppressed by himself, no, he was not the idiot, and it was not his job to lower the average of the undead.

"So," the former undead stepped forward and asked softly, "what do you need me to do for you?"

"You are a disciple of Beavis, or his son," said the lord, "and if you stay here, whatever he fails to obtain will be yours." ”

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The lord decided to hold a grand banquet, the kind that was grander than any celebration. Both to celebrate his fiftieth birthday and to welcome Beavis' heir, he will at this banquet clarify the status of the black-haired spellcaster, who, although a disciple of Beavis, will have the same rights and prestige as his uncles.

The feast was held in an enclosed hall supported by a massive pillared hall, where the slaves lit whale wax candles, lifted brass openwork masks covered in fluorite, and the turbines embedded in the walls and above the dome rolled and turned, and a chilly wind blew through the caster's black hair. The lich's cohabitants poked their heads out of the sea of knowledge with gusto.

- They actually invented the air conditioner!

――What?

-- Air conditioning, the soul of the other world, is something used to regulate the temperature, I don't know if this is cold or cold.

-- Warm and cold. The lich replied.

――How do you know?

- Fluctuations in Magical Energy - Fluctuations in magic that produce heat and light, as well as freeze, are almost fixed, but there are only strong and weak differences, and the once undead have carelessly wiped the runes on the cylinder.

- The ......

- How?

――I think I saw an elevator......

- Tamson Float Saucer. The lich said, don't you think that box is stupid?

In fact, the gnomes have left a lot of traces in this hall. The Otherworldly Soul felt like he had already returned home, and he even saw a eunuch with only a white linen around his waist lifting a microphone, well, a gold microphone decorated with precious stones. But it was also a microphone, and after a few words with the person on the other side, he put it down, then lifted it again, and tossed the dial again and again, quite familiarly. Then we started talking to the other person.

- How avant-garde, the otherworldly soul muttered that there was no need for an operator anymore.

The Lich didn't think there was anything to be admired about. They bore more or less the mark of magic, but in the hands of these abominable gnomes, his beloved magic had long since become distorted and deformed, so vulgar and ridiculous.

The floor and walls of this hall were made of alabaster, and every brick was carved with flowers, birds, and graceful young girls, whose cheeks were rubbed with silver powder, whose hair was real gold, and whose lips were of crimson garnet, and where they sat were laid with a thick sperm whale skin, which was probably compared only to the temples of the gods (excluding those who exalted suffering and poverty), the palace of Cremar's father, and the tower of his mentor (the real one),

The people of the Dragonfire Islands were accustomed to using low couches, especially during meals, they leaned on the low sandalwood couches, with the soft bodies of slaves under their elbows, and they were served to eat and drink, and in between eating and drinking were endless dancing and juggling, they would also have slaves fight with swords, let blood and wails increase their appetites, and sometimes mages and warlocks would participate in them, and if they could propose or invent some kind of interesting torture, they would be rewarded with large sums of money.

"Bring his couch to my side," said the lord, "on my right hand." ”

His eldest son immediately looked angry, he was a stocky and vicious bastard, at least a violent and short-sighted fool, his gaze pierced the sandalwood couch like a burning arrow, which had been his place, but he did not dare to resist under the obscenity of his father and master, and had to pour out all his anger on the newcomer.

A spellcaster, but so what, it's not that he hasn't killed a spellcaster, but what terrifies him is that it could be a spellcaster with an entire island, and perhaps no one knows how far a spellcaster can grow with a vast and rich territory - that means that his supply will be endless, and he will not be able to do anything to change all the output of his territory into his spell books, rune plates, wands and staffs, and his towers.

The eldest son of the owner and ruler of the Eastern Crown was not in the habit of reading books, but he loved the bard, and he had heard the story of how a spellcaster with a castle and soldiers had become a king step by step.

He didn't think his father would give up his power, let alone give it to someone who was not related to him in the slightest, but he knew that his father was luring wolves into the house in order to suppress and hinder the threat that their puppies might pose to him, but his poor old father had become so dull that he seemed to have forgotten how terrible a spellcaster could be.

The slaves were served rose water, and all the guests washed their hands and feet in a silver basin, and when they sat down, there were plump slave girls who put their feet in their arms to warm them.

The people of the Dragonfire Islands seldom fetched their own food, and if they had to, they used their own fingers - but before eating, the lords were required to pay homage to the gods, with mead, olives, sea fish, and pastries decorated with gold leaf, a ritual, but more to boast of human power and wealth than to show the majesty and power of the gods.

This was obvious, for the priest was supposed to be a priest and not a mortal, but no one stopped the lord from standing up and praying aloud, not even the slightest expression of displeasure, which seemed to be a commonplace for them.

A feast that will last a long time, starting with a light appetizer, mead and linden wine, broad beans, chickpeas, peas and lupins, kale cooked with salt and seasoned with strong spices, some of which can also be considered a medicine, such as hollyhock, fenugreek, castor and sorrel.

Appetizers are pickled olives, beets from the Dragonfire Islands, fresh clams, oysters, golden sea urchins, giant lobsters, and delicate starters, fluffy shredded with crimson roses.

They all taste delicious and rich, but the main course is the main course, the carefully roasted whole pigs, calves, ewes and rams, and in order to eat more of the crispy and luscious meat, they will even put their fingers in their throats to vomit to empty their stomachs, and then continue to return to their couches to eat and drink.

The slaves first carried a fat sow, and the slave who cut it was a eunuch, and one of the more trusted by the lord, who had the right to hold sharp things at this time - the slave who served the master to eat and drink held a silver plate and asked him for what he needed, most of them liked hind legs, some liked ears, wombs and **, and some people had a soft spot for eyeballs.

"You should probably know," said the eldest son of the Lord of the Eastern Crown, who was sitting on the opposite side of Kremar and only a few feet away from each other, "I roasted a slave alive last time, not directly, but chopped off the limbs and salted them and stuffed them into the belly of the sow, and it tasted very tender, and it was a pity, if you had not been in such a hurry, I could have prepared this dish for you, and it has received many compliments." (To be continued.) )