On the way back to the Egret Feet, not only Captain Corbett remained silent, but even the souls of the other world carefully hid in the depths of the Sea of Knowledge, he knew better than anyone that those hands were not forgery, after all, when practicing spell casting gestures in the Chaos Sea, those hands were always placed in front of his eyes to make various movements, like an extra knuckle, as long as he was not blind, he would find out sooner or later, he just didn't care about this - compared to sharing a body with a lich, multiple knuckles can only be said to be a minor problem. He's not as naïve and dull as the lich thinks, the Internet projects the whole world, and even turns the dirtiest and worst parts of them naked to show you, so he still knows a little bit about human feelings, for example, he knows that it's best to do nothing now.

The undead, who were treated with caution by them, behaved more calmly, and the shadow of the past did not seem to have any ill effects, and with Alva's permission, he purchased a potion belt and a scroll finishing belt at the Mithril and Flame in the inner city, as well as a large amount of paper and ink.

The sapphire on the magic pendant was about to light up for a while, but the lich, who had been busy copying scrolls since entering the room, still had no intention of resting, and the otherworldly spirit had to carefully knock on it.

- Don't bother me, the lich said dryly, I'm preparing for our journey.

――Didn't we already decide to go with Kerryburn?

- Yes, he'll wrap you in a blanket and hide you in his arms and sing a song all the way back to Grey Ridge, the lich scoffed.

The otherworldly spirit scratched at his non-existent face and said nothing, and then the lich asked him to copy the remaining three spells, and he quietly agreed.

The Lich was satisfied with this, and his performance in the Rime Hut, though without applause, was of great benefit to his later survival - he spent his childhood and adolescence in his father's palace, and then became an apprentice to his Mentor, serving and studying in his tower (he was not lying), and during this time, if any connection he had with good people, it must have been blood, Curses and carnage, being able to get to know them better after he became an undead, the other disciples of the Mentor were only concerned with treasures and spells, but the Lich was more concerned, and he couldn't understand why his comrades were dismissive of the thoughts of their enemies, and while many of the latter's ideas were ridiculous and stupid to them, it wasn't that they couldn't take advantage of that.

Isn't this a good time to validate them?

He carefully selected Master Beavis, a small mage who had traveled not many places, but included the Castle of Capeland, the White Tower, and the Ash Ridge; Dwarves and elves, but they don't have a deep enough relationship, at least not deep enough to keep in touch with each other, exchanging whereabouts and updates, the last trace he left behind is six months away from his glory years, his entanglement with Platon has long been heard and understood by the lich (the joke that Platon was hunted by a human mage has always been the tastiest snack at the Immortal's Midnight Tea), he was sent by his mentor to end this folly that was about to become a classic legend, and he was the only one in the final battle, Praton and Beavis: He captured the souls of Platon and Beavis, and devoured them in time, so he didn't have to worry about anyone encountering two mouths of many words while wandering in the spirit realm.

Best of all, Beavis also has a half-elf wife, otherwise he would have to make up a father who has a deep friendship with Beavis' mage to explain why Platon would carry such a small burden when he was busy with revenge, which would expand the scope of the lie, which would be troublesome.

He deliberately expressed in his words the longing for emotion and the pain of not being able to ask for it, and sure enough, the men stopped going into his past - it was not their way to be aggressive with a bruised victim, and they even gave some soft sympathy.

The only one to be careful of is the soul who doesn't belong here, but thankfully he is still in a state of obscurity about the world, and it's ridiculous that he believes the lich's words just like everyone else.

- If anyone asks about Master Beavis, well, your mentor, and the soul of the other world asks what should I say, during the exchange of the inside and the outside?

-- then tell them -- that he was in pain all the time. The Lich said briefly. They won't go any further.

Captain Colbert had been at Fort Bille for two days, and on the third day the Sparrow was about to sail again, and the ship's doctor received a small gift—a jar full of thyme honey.

The ship's doctor tapped Cremar on the shoulder with his tiptoes, "Good boy," his eyes lit up, "See you next time." ”

"Good luck. Carey Ben said.

In the shouts of the pilots, as every time before, the Sparrow gracefully and nimbly passed through the dense forest of nets and masts of countless sail lines, and it swirled happily on the surface of the sea, turned around, and sailed south.

The castle has a clean beauty.

The indigo Qinghai headlands jutting out into the shallow blue sea, the clam-white towers and city walls, the sand-brown piers and breakwaters, and even the nearly 1,000 masted boats perched in the clear water are so smooth and neat, like rows of small toys that have just been brushed and painted with several layers of varnish.

Sailors return to or leave their ships in droves, pleasantly greeting fishermen, pilots, and bookkeepers, stopping occasionally for a moment to chat (if they happen to be empty), grey skuas and black cats slapping their nets, fighting and roaring on the brown boardwalks, and urinating in the bushes, and the hills and shoals outside the city are crowded with grocers selling fresh and salted fish, dried shrimp, and some inexplicable things, and swarthy and chapped women, carrying oysters full of oysters, Baskets of clams and sandworms, children running around with necklaces and bracelets made of shells, pinching wildflowers stained with seawater, casting expectant glances at every possible customer, who are not particular enough, from people to things, but all are cheap.

Cremar took out two copper coins, and exchanged them with the little girl with a gray and black handkerchief around her waist for a basket of wild purpura, the flowers had turned yellow and curled by the erosion of the sea, and the caster twisted its thorny stem, lowered his head to sniff, and then sneezed violently.

"It smells," he said, "it's so strange." "The smell of rotting plant roots mixed with a fresh smell that bordered on mint was more unbearable than any of them.

"So no one will buy this flower here," the elf said with a smile, "a little trick to bully outsiders." ”

“ewww。 The caster grimaced, but he didn't throw away the flower, and he didn't get angry: "But it still looks good, right," he said, "I can make it into a dried flower...... Uh, as long as you don't mind. ”

"Why should I mind. The elf asked.

"Because...... Don't elves like plants or anything? Do you think of zombies when you look at dried flowers?"

"Isn't Alva's room full of fresh corpses?" said Carry, in all seriousness, "and we still eat their children." ”

"Oh," said Cremar**, "don't make me think of this, I've seen it." "In the stinking and dark alleys of Sharp Jaw Harbor, those little goblins crawling around the corpses.

In order to forget the abominable memory, Cremar looked away from the purpura and saw a large handful of lotus and navy cornflowers that obscured his vision, with full petals and leaves that were not curled by the salt of the evaporation of the sea, and had a bitter grassy scent.

Perhaps it was the success of the former that encouraged the other children, who had long been accustomed to being surrounded by small traders and vendors in the tourist area, and took out a copper coin and two copper coins in exchange for flowers in the children's hands, and his basket was soon full, and Kerry Ben's arms were also more than two dozen white alocasias.

"Are you giving them alms?" asked the Ranger.

"I love flowers. Cremar said that he could come up with silver and gold coins, but outside the city without guards, it was a curse, and that the black bread bought by a copper coin was enough for a man to eat all day, and that was the real little surprise.

"Only those who are waiting in the city will buy their flowers," said the Ranger, "and the number you buy is more than enough for more than twenty women......" and he showed a playful smile: "They will think you are a master of love, no doubt." ”

Cremar coughed subtly.

The sun shone on his gray cloak, and his body under the cloak was warm, and he squinted, feeling pleasant and relaxed, until the last child came to him.

He held a bundle of bundled and messy incense aconite, holding it, not holding it, because his wrists were bare and empty, he had no feet, his whole body was **, his knees were rubbing on the sand, giving birth to thick calluses, and his skin was wrapped around his bones.

The aconite was loosely tied to his bald wrist and dangled in the breeze.

"If you want his flowers," said the Ranger, "just give him food." He can't own the property, and he can't keep it. ”

"His hands and feet were cut off. "The length is the same, and the incision is flat.

"The law of the Fortress," Kerriben looked at the child with an indifferent expression, "and a thief will have a hand cut off." ”

He looked like he was only four, no, three years old...... "What can a kid of his age steal? Their fingers can't even reach the belt of an adult man."

"It must be six years old," said Careyburn, and the boy moved back in fear, "and the thieves would let the little ones into the chimneys of the house, the vents, or the windows of the cellars, and they might be instructed to steal some ornaments or jewels, but more often than not, to open the door to the thieves - the laws of the fort were not strict, and the stolen person would only be beheaded if he lost more than five gold coins, and the offender would be treated, and his wrists would be cut off together - he had a human life on him, and someone must have died in that robbery - As for his feet, it was probably because he was also engaged in the business of looking out for the wind or selling stolen goods. ”

"He was only six years old. ”

"There was a forgiving and benevolent consul in Cape Fortress who thought the same thing as you," said Kerryben, the alocasia in his arms looking so flawless and fragile, but the venom contained in its body that could blind as well as kill people: "He issued a decree telling all men that children under the age of one (twelve) were not to be beheaded unless murdered." ”

"The result?"

"He was rewarded with more and more evil. "The children have become unscrupulous, and those older than them are treated differently by the Archon, and his orders have brought about three months of confusion—mercy is a precious possession," said the Elven Ranger, who said mildly, knowing that human emotions often stem from intuitive feelings rather than reason, "It belongs to you, and it is up to you to give it to whomever and how much it is given, and no one can force you or criticize you, but you have to be thoughtful and thoughtful." ”