The potion provided by the priest of Ilmot, brewed from herbs and some parts of animals, but they prayed to the god of suffering, was very effective for Baldwin, and in order to ensure that the ceremony could go smoothly, the new lord of Doling also took out the snow honey treasured by the archon - the bottle containing the snow honey was only the size of Baldwin's thumb, this is called Maren, and the child who is about to take on the heavy responsibility is a little shy and hopes that the former owner of Thundercastle will not think that he is a stingy villain: "Since the elves have blocked Grey Ridge," he said. " Snow honey is becoming less and less, and it can even be said that it has been rare in the last month," he said distressedly, "Your Excellency, these are still the ones that a mage ordered from a merchant but have not had time to take them. ”

"Give me the honey bar, the honey will have the same effect on me," said Baldwin, "Snow honey is a favorite thing of mages, and I am just a ...... Ordinary warriors only. ”

"Don't worry," the young new lord said calmly, "the mage doesn't know about it yet, and if he wants to make trouble, I have enough gold and some precious magic tools here to counteract his anger." ”

"Drink," said Kerryben, "have you forgotten who I am?" and he smiled at Mullen, "Honorable lord," he said gently, not at all disdainful of Mullen as a teenager, "I want to know - does Dorling have any intention of doing business with Grey Ridge?"

Standing behind Mullen, the wife of the original lord, the daughter of the old archon, a dignified noble lady suddenly shouted softly, and as soon as Mullen was reminded, his eyes also fell on the side of Kerryben's ear, which was covered by pale gold, like the hair of the morning sun, it was difficult to detect the clues if you didn't look carefully, but as long as you have a heart. The greatest difference between him and humans was evident at once, and Mullen's aunt raised her hand to cover her lips lest she let out a more rude exclamation, and her face could not help but be filled with joy.

The young lord's face flushed with excitement, for the reason that the wanted book about Baldwin did not have the name of the elf written on it, so that they thought that Baldwin's companion was just a handsome mortal. Now he remembered that the Elven Ranger Kerryben, whose name was often heard in the Bard's long poems, was the only heir to the Silver Crown Forest, the crown prince of the Singer Elves, and his promise was more precious than gold and gems - who didn't know that the Starlight River was a river of silver, and the Grey Ridge was an inexhaustible treasure trove, and the short-sightedness of the owner of the White Tower had been made up into a song by many people to make fun of him, and the luck of the Grand Duke of Luzel was talked about by countless people; Unfortunately, it was still far away from the Starlight River, and Mullen never thought that Doling could be favored by the elves, knowing that the White Tower, known as the pearl of the hills for its prosperity and wealth, was originally just a small village of less than a hundred people!

Dolin itself is a commercial city, and Mullen was worried that this massive and menacing epidemic would cause the small city to truly "die". But now, as long as there is Ashridge's Adamantite Mithril. Snow honey is red, even Tarona, the goddess of disease and poison, built her own temple here. Merchants would also come here in desperation, just to get a piece of goods that would make them multiple, tens, or even hundreds of times more profitable—and in a few years, Doling would be able to rise from the ruins, and perhaps go further. He could almost see the brilliant future that was close at hand.

But soon, Mullen broke free from his confused fantasies, and the boy took a deep breath in an imperceptible way, and the red tide quickly faded from his pale cheeks: "Thank you very much. In a slightly trembling voice, he said, "Dorin and all my people will always remember the favor and help you and your companions have given us. ”

"No," said Kerryben, "it is none other than yourself who has given you help and favor—you are a good boy who is strong, and will be a good lord in the future." ”

In that case, Berdwin had nothing to hesitate about, and simply drank the snow honey from the little bottle, the cold sweet liquid brought vitality to his weak body in an instant, "much better," he said, and handed the empty bottle back to the maid, "Thank you." He said sincerely.

"Your Excellency," said the maid, "Your Highness would like to be able to speak with you alone before the ceremony." ”

Almost everyone looked a little puzzled: "But the ceremony is about to begin." Memi muttered.

"Then Your Highness must have something very important to say to you. Mullen's aunt said that she did not even look at Flo's priest as if she did not exist at all: "Go ahead, I think anyone will be willing to wait." ”

"I think so too. In fact, he said, he thought that Leona's actions were noble, but likewise, a little too reckless—he thought that he would one day be able to atone for his sins and become a follower of Tyre again—like the paladins who had flipped the scales and regained symmetry, and they could do it, and so could it, all he needed was time and opportunity.

But he also took into account his companions, and it was impossible for the Ranger to abandon his friends who were in danger, and Frow's priest, Memi, a fragile and incompetent Sweet Pea Flower, without whom she would not be able to escape the harsh snare of the new king on her own.

And Dylan, he didn't know if Dylan would actually throw fire or lightning at him, but he knew he couldn't lift his sword against Dylan, the only son of his benefactor.

He bowed his head and prayed quietly, though he could not mention the name of the god Tyre, but the familiar words calmed his complicated thoughts—he fastened the gold pin on his black woollen robe, straightened his neckline, stretched out his hands, pushed open the heavy oak door, and stepped inside.

Leona sat at the window, having changed her clothes for the ceremony, and now she was dressed in a violet velvet robe, draped diagonally over a black-spotted stoat, with long curly red hair coiled up, with a gold pin inserted, and a golden wreath studded with pearls—her face lacked feminine femininity, but was very suitable for a flaming sword lying on her knees. (To be continued......)

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