When Afra awoke, the sunlight was already shining on her bed from the small window of the room, warm from her knees down, and she couldn't help but feel a rare sense of happiness, especially when she saw her guardian sitting at his desk, dealing with paperwork that might never be finished, dressed only in the simplest robes, without any pattern, barefoot, stepping on the ebony floor- Afra slouched up from the bed, her shoes neatly placed on the side of the bed, but she didn't even glance at it, the afternoon floor was so soft by the sun that it was like stepping on a living object—she tiptoed to Cremar, then sat down on her knees, hugged his legs, and rested her head on his knees. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

This cat-like behavior made the spirit of the other world want to touch her head, but it only raised its hand and immediately gave up this too ambiguous action, it did not touch Afra, but stood up, leaving the girl there alone; Afra took the cup he had handed him, lowered her head and took a careful sip, it was pure water, with all the warmth of her loved ones. In fact, she ceased to be a child a long time ago, and though she was slender and short, like a child, she had already drunk the fiercest and most mellow liquor in the years without a guardian, but if the adult wanted her to be a child, then she would have been a child, and it was not a difficult task.

"I'm feeling a little better. Afra held the cup in both hands and tilted her head slightly, and said that the soul of the other world was holding the urge to go up and take a hand—this is really a difficult thing for a house," "Prepare yourself, we are about to enter the Brass Shore." ”

"Where did you meet him?"

"Cape Ruby. Said the soul of the other world.

"When?"

"The day after tomorrow. The black-haired Dragonborn said, and then he muttered slightly, "Since you insist, Afra," he said, "you can come with me," and in fact he wanted Kerry to see Afra too, "but you have to be obedient." ”

Instead of answering, Afra raised a hand and made a sworn gesture.

The Otherworldly Soul smiled happily, "Then you get ready," it said, "Tomorrow...... I'll show him if you need some other help. With that, it stepped back, apparently staying here only to make sure that Afra's condition had not deteriorated indefinitely, and that now, Afra seemed to have recovered, and for the sake of caution, it would not linger in Afra's room.

"These papers?"

"I'll let Adel pick it up in a moment. The soul of the other world said that he was very happy, and among the friends he loved, there were almost no people who had to leave in a hurry where he could not see because of the shortness of human life, except for Memi, Berdwin, and Leona, and Kerry himself was an elf of course, and Adel was favored by the god of the morning light, not to mention death, and even old age had not been able to knock on his door so far, he was still so vibrant, but a little painful from being tortured by Afra...... Gülen, after the divine blood in his body is stimulated, the rule of the Silver Finger Guild may be so long that many people with bad intentions will despair...... There is also Xiu, although he has gray temples and inevitably stepped into the second half of the human race, but Tyre's favor can still make him mentally strong and physically strong, as for Gavin, as a spellcaster, he has always been envied by mortals, not only because they can be with magic forever, but also because they have a longer life and wisdom than mortals, just like Alva Mage. The latter was still in Cape Beach, and after the black-haired dragonborn returned to the main material plane, he also visited Alva Mage, but Alva was no longer a mage in Cape Beach, or rather, he was not willing to be hired by the Council anymore, because most of the people in the Council had killed his friend Harvey, and even though this was the path Harvey had chosen for himself, Alva would still feel angry and sad. Now the man who expelled the thieves and pirates for the castle is a disciple of Master Alva, who has given up even the mansions and towers in the city, and lives his retirement life in the rime hut.

And Anrui of the White Tower, she had to disguise her death once, and handed over the throne of the White Tower and the Partridge Hill to her son to inherit, Berner has not yet signed a marriage contract with any woman, but he doesn't seem to have to be in a hurry, the evil deeds done by the Grenada still bear a few fruits that can be comforted a little, that is, time passes on him at an extra slow pace, but it may also be just because of what Anrui has done- Cremar wasn't sure, after all, he had just taken a quick glance at the White Tower, and his original intention was only to find out about the situation in the Gray Ridge, but the Singh elves in the Silver-crowned Jungle didn't seem to have changed their previous decision, and the door from the White Tower to the Gray Ridge was still closed and could not be opened.

In the end, it wasn't Cremar who found Kerryben, but Kerryburn who found him. A druid who spotted the black-haired Dragonborn when he was flying in mid-air in the form of an eagle, and he received a commission from the King of the Jungle about a few years ago, so he could not wait, and rushed into the airspace of Krefa with a fierce momentum, and finally had a chance to talk to Krefa's master after a feathered fight with the eagle-headed sphinx.

- Don't you want to see Kerryben?, the former undead asked curiously, knowing that Kerriben was looking for him. Perhaps because he had been together for fifty years, he had been able to clearly feel the mood swings of the other party, and he could dissect his true intentions, but in the same way, the lich was not so happy to find that it was no longer easy to read each other's thoughts and memories as casually as they had flipped through a book when they first met, he had sharpened the outsider into a sharp sword, but it could be invincible in front of the enemy, and of course it could also be defensive against him, and he had to thank the soft and kind nature of the thief from another plane, otherwise his ideas would have become an elusive bubble。

- I'm not sure...... The otherworldly soul looked at the lich, its body was no longer as blurry as it used to be, but it had lost its monotonous pale color, if it had to be said, it was becoming real, just as it was a skeleton wrapped in gray or black robes when it saw the lich, and the lich was gradually able to compare the "photo", that is, the portrait of the person on another plane, with this soul.

Of course the lich knows why it hesitates, time is a pig-killing knife, even people from another plane without magic, without dragons, without gods and demons will say the same, let alone in this place of crisis, this soul must have changed, if it is allowed to return to its plane now, it will not be the same as before, but its heart, or essence, is still firm and pure. In the bottomless abyss, in the bloody battle, if there is indeed a devil or demon who catches them and makes this soul into a gem, then that gem must be a white opal, because it has a flawless undertone, even if it is rendered by fate with countless colors, it will only make it more brilliant and shining.

- Did you ever think that Kerry would have been our enemy, then—said the lich, it seems that you have learned to think, which is gratifying.

- I never thought so, said the Otherworldly Soul, but it didn't want to see the elf's disappointed gaze more than Kerriben's bow and arrows - before entering the bottomless abyss, he was guided by the Lich's mentor, Ederna, or rather guided - without Adena, it might not have been able to hold out after decades of bloody war- The Lich is amazed at how it feeds on demons and demons, no, that's not what it meant to be, but it has to forcibly objectify these evil creatures instead of seeing them as living, intelligent, emotional "individuals." Yes, before he came to the fortress, he had cast spells or swung a dagger at the lich's rebuke and reminder, killing it to make it sick, but at that time, it could at least do so when it was threatened, but in a bloody battle, this realization would drag it into the abyss along with the original owner of this body, and their end could be ten thousand times worse than death.

It didn't try to get lucky, it didn't run away with extravagant hopes, it turned itself into a monster, it felt guilty and trembling from the bottom of its heart......

But it wants to go home.

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Afra woke up at dawn on the third day, and she opened the suitcase that had been prepared - the suitcase contained the clothes that the Guardian had prepared for her, and when the Guardian returned, Afra's dress style returned to before the black-haired Dragonborn left Crefa - With a fluffy knee-length dress, tight leather armor, a belt, and a short dagger, she didn't wear too much jewelry and didn't have a dimensional bag in her hand, she knew exactly how much power she had now, and even if she couldn't shake the killing intent of the King of the Jungle, she would be able to return to Krefa with her guardian. But she still picked up a brooch, inlaid with pearls and emeralds, from the elves of the Emerald Grove, and it took a lot of effort to dedicate it to Afra's lord in order to make sure it was not taken from a dead elf, but for Afra it was just a trinket, and in order for her lover to be satisfied, she had to show that she was very attentive to the meeting.

She had done the right thing, for the one she loved smiled at the sight of her outfit, a smile that was almost unrecognizable, but which Afra felt was brighter than the morning light or the stars.

"Let's go," said the otherworldly spirit, and placed his hand on Afra's shoulder.

The meeting place chosen by the elves was on the Brass Coast, between the ruby cape and the blue headland, the water was still very warm, and here, there was a city that Afra secretly controlled, Afra did not know if this was a warning from the elves, but the hand of the jungle had not reached here before, and Afra was unconvinced that they could not control all the humans, all the land, all the islands, and the perfect and pure existence, such as her city, and her people.

The soul of the other world did not know that Afra had such a ridiculous mind for the time being, he was very nervous, even more uneasy than when he was pointed at by Kerry with a bow and arrow, they had spent so many years in the bottomless abyss, so many years, even it itself was not sure what kind of monster it had become, but Arthur and Gülen were just like a mirror, so that he could clearly see the abyss's erosion of them, even if Glenn was originally a vicious thief, and Arthur was a lich at all, but the abyss can not only degrade people, but also distort normal minds, to make demons and demons retreat, they have to become more terrible than their companions and enemies, more evil, more dangerous.

They returned, but their souls seemed to remain in the abyss, or rather, their human parts had long since been devoured.

This is not the first time that Afra has entered the city, the city was originally a small principality, and Afra's subordinates have succeeded in making the city a free city, unlike the Bestich Fortress, it is essentially a Krefa, and each councilor is tightly controlled by Kryfa's dragontooth knights and mages, because Afra is constantly importing people and goods, and the city suddenly becomes prosperous.

The elves chose a tavern, and like every city, the tavern called the "Scale Pen" was always filled with all sorts of mercenaries and thieves, but when Afra and Cremar walked in, it was as quiet as a solemn temple or a cold mausoleum.

After they had walked up the stairs, about the time it was time to warm up a glass of wine, people began to talk quietly.

"They have a pact with the elves. The tavern owner said, wiping down his greasy glass. People nodded their heads and agreed that it was a good match, that people like this should meet with the elves and not with other.

If there was anything good about this tavern, it was probably that the walls were unexpectedly heavy, and no one could easily eavesdrop on what was being said in the next room except for the tavern owner and his particular room, and it was even more impossible to be separated by a slab, but people still unconsciously looked up, as if they could hear something if they looked up.

"Elves have never been here. One of the thieves muttered.