The merchant beside him was also drunk, and at this time, there happened to be an unexpected sea breeze passing through the corridor, which ruthlessly took away the joy and chaos brought by alcohol, and the merchant suddenly came to his senses and realized that he was making a big mistake - Mei Mi was Fro's priest, which meant that she would not be possessed by a person for a long time - not even the king, but in their understanding, at least until the heat was gone, the ownership of this lovely stunner should still be in the hands of the young black-haired spellcaster. Perhaps they could meet him quietly one night and take a sip of luscious juice, but confronting his lover face to face like this would be a provocation - a conclusion that exploded in the merchant's mind, his messy robes soaked with cold sweat, and he thought he took a step back without a trace, but, wait...... He knew who Gülen was, the thief, and he said that she had been given to his subordinates by her former master, and he immediately lowered his shoulders with peace of mind, although they were not very willing to provoke a good thief, but the meaning of the two was completely different.

Still, he rubbed his fingers in dispriety, for his father's breastbracelet of pure gold beads might not have done what he intended, and that the beads were worth as much as a dhow, and that if they had not angered their new masters, and needed a valuable gift to make up for the mistake, it should have been hung around the neck of their youngest sister, and it would have been one of her proudest dowries.

"Gülen is here too. "He's quite happy, too—I see him, Glenn ......," she called out in a long voice, "Glenn...... Why don't you come out?!"

The gloomy thief came out of another shadow, damn it, he was just here for a pastime, and the chill of that day's death and the threat from the caster could not be erased to this day, for this. He didn't even choose the female slaves who were too docile, but took one of his concubines from the side of a lowly merchant, a woman who might have some Norman blood was not as beautiful as the others, but a plump fruit with impressive, plump, fleshy lips. She stood taller than Gülen when she stood up. But Glenn had chosen her because of the eyes that had been occupied by lust - she was as fanatical as the thief had imagined, so fanatical that it was as if she wanted to swallow the thief whole, and the thief was indeed dragged into a hot, viscous vortex by her for a moment...... But as soon as he heard the voice of an adult, the poor thief lost all interest for a moment as if he had been stabbed, and he could tell that it was another adult—the difference between them was quite stark after you knew that they were two people, and the other adult would never ask such a stupid thing—and even then, he didn't want to see that face again, but what he didn't expect. Mei Mi, who had drunk too much, not only ran out stupidly, but also forcibly shouted him out.

The thief was shirtless, and in his hurry he didn't even have time to find the shirt he didn't know he had thrown there, and there were ambiguous marks all over his body, all left by women's fingernails and teeth, unless there was a big cat here. And his female companion followed him to her feet, she was more exposed than Glenn, but obviously. She didn't mind, and a little regretted that the light wasn't strong enough. So much so that the places of her that make men warm up are not fully revealed.

"Uh," the otherworldly soul muttered, "your circle is really messy. That's all he can say.

It set its gaze on the thief, and to its surprise, Glenn flinched as he met it, unlike every time he had done it before, and he looked at the black-haired spellcaster as if he had seen a dragon he had been disturbed by - he had been in the middle of the night. Lying in his room, he suddenly thought of this question - the person he was dealing with, the thief had thought he was a mage, but he suddenly realized that it might not be an ordinary mage in a black robe, the best possibility. He had been wearing a red robe, and the worst possible was that he had ...... Draped in a gray robe.

This little question fermented in the hearts of the souls of the other world, and when it left the pillar hall of Black Golden Sandstone, it couldn't help but ask the former immortal.

- Can I find out? It asked, was something special happening while I was asleep?

- I thought I had told you, the lich said that Gülen had come to us, and that he wanted to establish his own thieves' guild on the side island, and that he needed our support and permission.

— but the way he looked at us...... Even when he was facing the orcs, he didn't panic so much, the otherworldly soul said...... You must have done something, otherwise he wouldn't have that expression, and even if he had a mage allergy, it would have been delayed for too long.

This guy is always keenly when he shouldn't, the lich thought - I did threaten him a little, he said, and then pondered, giving the otherworldly soul a pared-down version of the story, but he didn't hide that he had threatened to drain Gülen's soul out.

——...... Is this really possible?The soul of the other world hesitated to say that it was no longer the little fool who couldn't even speak the lingua franca, at least, it knew that in this plane, soul extraction was not something that every spellcaster could do, and this behavior seemed to be quite ...... Evil, or malice—if the thief really doubts their true identity, then he may draw the hole card that they hold in the palm of his hand......

- This is also a helpless thing, the lich whispered, Glenn's curse...... No, or rather a mutated blessing to keep him from the threat of death—as I guessed, even if he was killed, he would still be able to come back to life intact, wasn't it? I could only threaten him with his soul—or else you would see a place of evil and terrible sin that might have come from any of the thieves' guilds we've seen before— Don't worry so much, a soul extractor can do it, not just a necromancer or a lich, and he'll know that there's always a pair of eyes on him—and if he guesses, the threat will become even more powerful.

——...... I don't know, the soul of the other world said excitedly. If a white phantom could make an expression, then its features must be all together by now, and I think you've always found it a little strange, I mean, since leaving the Highlands Normans, especially since they came to the Dragonfire Islands......

- Is the change good or bad?, the lich asked.

——...... The Otherworldly Soul asked tentatively, and he had thought about how to get the Lich to concoct the drugs that would be used to detoxify the secret elixir and "tobacco"—what he hadn't expected. The former immortal took on the task calmly and gently, without the need to nag or analyze the stakes, knowing that they were just lowly slaves, and in the eyes of his arrogant cohabitant, he was afraid that a mortal like Baldwin was just a nuisance frog.

- And what do you have to worry about, the lich asked, "Do you think I was better?" Can you use them for something that matters most, for example, think about tomorrow's breakfast menu?

Well, at least for it, the Lich is still the same.

A month had passed in a flash, and the heat that had swept through the Dragonfire Islands had subsided slightly, but to the pain of the gnomes and mages, they had to be in a fire ten times hotter than the former.

The flame that melts steel is red or orange, but the turquoise flame is required to melt Mithril. The former is only one-third or less of the temperature of the latter, and this flame is not easily accessible to mortals. One of the only ways to do this is to ask the casters to cast a spell to create a small disc of fire connected to the fire elemental plane, such as the one in Alva Mage's Tower, or to summon a fire elemental creature as a pet like the black-haired spellcaster, which can even raise the flames to the point of purple or colorless at the command of the master, but for now it just needs to keep the flames cyan. The gnomes pulled out a large plate of adamantite gold. It could fit three gnomes, only an elbow deep, and had a much higher melting point than Mithril, and they threw particles of Mithril onto a plate, with the fire elemental creatures underneath carrying the plates. It was now more than three feet in diameter, grasping the bottom of the plate on four slender feet, standing on four feet, and its eight eyes that shone like stone gurgling, and it was the first time it had seen a dwarf, and it was very curious about this small creature that looked like a miniature human.

All the gnomes were waiting by the plate, in fact, they could walk away, although it was a very important thing to throw the star sand in Mithril, but their little hands and feet could not touch the plate at all, and they could not accurately put the required star sand into the plate, so this matter still had to be done by the spellcaster, but the gnomes firmly believed that the caster could not grasp the most critical moment, the moment of the star sand, so they still had to watch it for a while.

The souls of the other world thought about casting a spell to lower the temperature around him, and as soon as he did so, the dwarf McGee next to him screamed - the flames of fire elemental creatures can stabilize the temperature, but Adamantite is a very sensitive mineral, it will be affected by the temperature around it, and in an instant, all the Mithril they put in will be scrapped - fortunately, they can still be used for other purposes, but the previous process must be repeated.

As a result, they had to spend a whole day and half a night in the invisible furnace like piles of roasted sweet potatoes before they were able to smelt the Mithril beads - it turned out that the star sand (that is, the solid stone powder that had been ground to a fine dust) was used as the Mithril Condensation Core (of course, before the spell could be cast), and the large solid stone that came out of the same stone was carefully hidden by the gnomes in another place, and this solid stone was used as the core, only to be taken out when the spell was cast on the mage. And those Mithril beads, although the souls of the other world have been waiting for so long, they are not even qualified to touch them, and the fire elemental creature was summoned away by its master, and the gnomes swarmed up and carried away the pure gold plate that was still bright red and carried away with the Mithril beads inside. Even though they were wearing gloves, the souls of the other world could still smell the smell of burnt flesh, but he wisely kept silent, except for McGee, the other gnomes were eager to gouge out the eyes and brains of this human who dared to steal their secrets, and if he asked them to wait, maybe a dwarf would come and smash his head tonight with a small hammer.

It's just that, even if their current bodies are comparable to dragon cubs, and they have persevered for so long in the heat that can instantly turn steel into a wisp of smoke, the souls of the other world feel that they are in dire need of a refrigerator or freezer, but fortunately beyond their mansion is the deep and icy lake in the island, this blue lake called the Eye of the Sea God is bottomless, like a faint glowing emerald in the dark night. Without alarming the others, the black-haired caster came to the lake, took off his boots and robes, and jumped into it wearing only his shirt and trousers—the cold water enveloped him in one fell swoop, and the caster let out an indescribable sigh that felt more comfortable than ever, and he said to the other soul in his body, and then cast a spell on himself so that he would not drown pathetically and ridiculously.

- Go deeper, said the lich.

- No problem, the soul of the other world happily said that he could swear that his cohabitants did change, but as the latter said, the change was not bad.

As the black-haired caster poked out half of its body from the water and waved its hand at it, it flew over and landed on its wet wrist.

"Don't be nervous," the otherworldly soul said to it, "I'm just going to take a look down there." Do you like fish? Goshura? I'll bring it back to you when I see it. ”

Goshura screamed, the soul of the other world smiled and kissed its beak, waved his wrist to let it fly into the sky, and he quickly sank into the water, he cast a spell, the soft white light illuminated about ten feet away, some transparent shrimp flew through his field of vision, the aquatic plants in the lake were sparse, and some were only some slender hair-like species, maybe because the lake was too cold, the soul of the other world thought, he continued to dive, and saw more things, there were fish in the lake, but not as blue-black as the fish in other lakes, they were all white, gray eyes, and shrimp, with the same speed as the same kind of speed, but the souls of the other world can catch them with just one stretch of their hand.

However, he quickly released one after catching one, and he had nothing around him to tie the fish to, so he could hold on to it, but the lich asked him to keep going.

- What else is down there?

The souls of the other world asked, their next journey was too dull, shrimp, fish, aquatic plants were gone, not even a little creature symbolizing life could be seen, and it became darker and colder, and time seemed to stand still here.

But the souls of the other world soon saw the light, not a light made by magic, but a few soft little dots.

- What's that?

- Fish-Man's eggs. Said the lich. (To be continued.) )