"I'm going to give you a hard time, Goshura. Kerriben whispered softly to his animal companion, a small round girdle, who rolled up a corner of his shirt densely covered with small letters, borrowed some beeswax from the caster and wrapped it tightly, threaded a thin Mithril chain through the middle, and hung it around the neck of Godsura, whose body was no longer the palm of an adult male's hand, and it would have to fly thousands of miles to deliver this crucial and vital letter to Grey Ridge, and it might encounter torrential rains. A hurricane or a bird of prey, the slightest extra burden can lead to an outcome that Kerry didn't want to see.

So, although they found parchment and ink in the priest's dwellings, the weight of the crudely made parchment was too cruel for a gilt, especially after it had been soaked in water. Inside Kremall's dimensional bag were some calf parchments, which were thin sheets of paper made from the skins of unborn cows and sheep fetuses, but these papers, like the specially treated thin goatskins, were used to copy scrolls.

Leona took dozens of scrolls with her when she left the royal capital, and the new lord of Dorling, Mullen, did not hesitate to give them all the scrolls in the inner library of the Archon's mansion, but Cremar had already looked at them one by one, some of which he didn't know very well (please forgive this out-and-out scumbag), and some of which were powerful, but not suitable for this almost vast white swamp- They needed more, targeted spell stockpiles, and Kerry knew about it, telling Cremar, who then went to prepare the spells and copied them on the scroll.

In the end, Kerry used his "Starlight" to cut a slurry piece of fabric from his spare shirt. The elves' shirts were woven from the silk threads drawn by the silver-bellied spiders, and they held their hands like a morning mist, but they were as tough as leather armor—and Kerry had made a tiny pen out of the feathers of a swamp that could only be grasped with his fingertips. Borrowing his ink from Cremar - the priest's ink was almost enough to make porridge and drink, compared to the ink that the caster used to copy the scrolls as delicate as if it had dripped out of the deep twilight, and every letter he had written on his silk shirt was as small as the tip of a's beak: the elves detailed the dangerous fungi they found beneath the goblins' lair, and their "gardeners" and the Keeper, and the inferences and speculations associated with it, with a pinch of fresh poison spikes and its ashes attached.

"It's important. Kerry Ben said, "It can only be handed over to Perante." He stroked Ji Zhen's little head with his fingertips.

The mottled bird comfortably closed its yellow-circled eyes. He snorted, rubbing his beak affectionately against Kerribben's fingers, who had fed it a little wild honey, and Gorsula was not a native of the Silvercrown Forest. It and its people lived in the hotter south, but because of its small size and cute flat face, the bird was so pleasing to women that thieves and merchants naturally regarded it as a commodity. Carey was still an egg when he found it. Its brothers and sisters are dead, and it has stubbornly survived. Carey had wanted to send it back to the south, but it seemed to regard the hatching Carey as a mother and would not leave him anyway.

After making a contract of companionship, Goshura was stronger than his kind, and grew thick feathers under its flight feathers like the birds of the north, but it was still a less hardy Gilden at heart. If he could, Kerry didn't want to choose Godshura either. But he could not guarantee that the other birds would be able to deliver this important letter to Perrante.

Once Perrante receives this letter, the Silvercrown Forest and the traveling elves will search the place. The elves will destroy all the poisonous spikes and find those who dare to cultivate this terrible mushroom, or some other evil creature, and then send them into the abyss without mercy - since they love this thing that summons the devil so much, they should be happy to be the devil's neighbor without much effort.

After watching Ji Zhen fly into the lilac sky, the elf returned to the house, the hearth was already lit, and Glenn stood up when he saw him: "It's time for dinner," he said, "You want me to ......" He made a gesture: "Can that lord be disturbed now?"

The chief's house was not suitable for copying scrolls, and with the consent of the villagers, Cremar requisitioned the priest's room, which was inlaid with glass and was quiet and bright.

"I'll go find him," said Careyburn, "but can you do me a favor before you eat?"

"Speak. Berdwin touched his cheek, hissing as he touched the wound.

"Do you know your weight?" the elf asked, "If you don't know, or if you know, but can't guarantee that it's correct, I'd suggest you try to weigh it." ”

"Why do you want to know this?" asked Memi.

"It's because of the swamp. The thief replied, "The elf's weight is completely different from that of a human, so it cannot be measured by himself—we may not be able to walk where he can walk, so he needs to know our weight to make sure that the ground on which he passes can support our bodies, so that no unnecessary accidents may occur." ”

Memi turned her face away, she didn't know what to do with Glenn, at that time she thought Glenn would beat herself, or worse, kill her, but the thief only took two steps back.

"You're betraying. The thief said as if prophesied and cursed, "Betray thy past, betray thy mother and sister, betray thy faith and thy gods— You will regret it, Plum, when you are scarred and dying, and when your mouth breathes the stench of decay, you will hate you now, and everything you have done will be in vain, your flesh will fester, and your soul will not be redeemed or finished, and you will run forever and eternally on the plains of mourning, hiding from the claws of the devil and the devil, eating only dust, inhaling only cold wind—and all you want will always be a shadow of absurdity, an illusory nightmare. ”

His tone was so calm. It was as if she were describing the most ordinary flower, but it was more chilling than the roar and roar, and she stood there. Immobile.

Then the thief acted as if nothing had happened, and as usual, he laughed and mocked the embarrassed Plum Honey, and then devoted himself to dealing with the goat's milk, the mutton, and the bread.

"I was three hundred and fifty pounds," Berdwin thought for a moment and waved his stump arm unconcernedly, "but not now." ”

"I'm supposed to be around one hundred and eighty pounds. Gülen said thieves have always been very concerned about their weight. Not for the sake of pretty, of course, but to make sure you don't fall off the roof or fall into the trap you have set yourself.

Neither Memi nor Leona knew much, they only valued their breasts and waist...... Or there is also the size of the hips.

The villagers did not have any equipment to measure their weight. They didn't care about that, and the scales that needed to be made of iron or copper were precious tools, and the scales that could weigh the human body could probably only be seen in the bazaars and merchants where cattle were bought and sold, and in front of the temple in Tyre—of course. It's hard to get this difficult and dangerous mission from Tyre. Ah, it's not that the huge black iron scale will be wrong, but when you are thrown into prison or punished with hard labor, your weight will definitely change.

So they had to make one of their own—rope, stout branches, rattan baskets, and fifty pounds of what the elves had estimated. Twenty pounds of stones ranging from ten pounds.

Measured at about three hundred pounds. It wasn't a heavy weight relative to his height of six feet eleven inches, but if they were standing together on a swamp, he would have been the first to sink - Glenn and Leona were the same height, six feet, and Glenn was kept at one hundred and eighty pounds as he said, "if it turned to ashes," Leona said with a smile, "and you wouldn't have to worry about that at all." ”

"Oh," said the elf, "it looks like we'll need a large, fine-grained bag - I don't think Cremar will be able to get a cloud of dry dust out of the slimy mire." ”

"I have. The black-haired spellcaster said earnestly.

The thief boldly rolled his eyes - towards the sky.

Leona was a little lighter than Glenn, weighing about one hundred and forty pounds, but much heavier than Meme, who was one hundred and twenty pounds, but she was only five feet six inches tall - and finally the mage, who was six feet three inches tall, only an inch lower than Kerryben, who weighed about one hundred and sixty pounds for a normal human male, and the lightest, of course, the elf, weighed only sixty pounds, about the same weight as a black-footed halfling.

"Is he, like the birds, hollow in his bones?" muttered the thief.

If it was the Lich standing next to him, he would have refuted the thief's assumption in his mind that the elves had the same marrow and were full of flesh like humans. But no one could figure out why the elves were so light, they only knew that this race beloved by the gods would become heavier after losing their lives, heavier than human bodies, and their bodies would not rot, but would solidify in a very short time, become as hard as marble, and then suddenly weathered and disappeared without a trace.

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Ryette slowly put on a silk robe.

As Gredy's priest, she rarely wore anything other than a priest's robe, which was not just a status symbol, but also a sign of power and faith, but today she had to host a man who she didn't want to appear too aggressive in front of him, or show anything that would make him more wary.

No worse than her priest's robes, the silk robe was woven from spider silk and mythril, and the mage cast a spell on it that changed color and style as the wearer wished. Ryette first turned it bright red— Oh no, it was the color of Pastor Greday's robes, and then it was dark black, but it seemed a little ominous and oppressive, after all, the mourning dress was also the same color, and she made it sapphire blue, but it conflicted with her hair color, so she chose rose, the ambiguous color that Priest Flo loved, but the name of this color reminded her of her name for no reason, Ryette is a variant name, it means rose in dragon language, maybe a human female would think it is a good name, but Reyette has always hated it- In the dragon language, a fragile rose is better than dirty dung.

But she didn't dare to change her name at will, even though she wasn't the child who was willing to give a little attention to it, but she had siblings who were happy to taste the blood of their loved ones.

She turned the silk robe into moonlight silver.

This little problem made her feel bad, but luckily her guests had arrived.

Without boring flirting or too much temptation, they quickly got to the point after drinking a bottle of fiery winter wine - not gently, they bit each other, mocked each other, and constantly tried to suppress and torture each other...... It's not so much a pleasure as a lascivious and flamboyant war.

To the visitor's little surprise, the long-haired pastor Gredy didn't insist on separating the winner from him, and she gave in, the tip of her tongue hot and soft, almost making him indulge in it—almost.

"What do you want?" he asked, "...... Do you want me to kill someone for you...... Ryette, that's not good - we should follow the rules of the guild, you put a bounty, I'll take the task, and the guild takes a cut. ”

"If it's just killing," said Rywitt contemptuously, "I can do it myself." ”

"Say it," the visitor kissed her full lips softly, dodging the tongue that was as nimble as a small snake, "but don't get your hopes up. ”

"I want to know ...... your latest mission," said Ryitt, tightening his limbs in anticipation lest the prey that fell into the snare would jump out in fright.

"Who wants to know?"

"No one," Ryette said bluntly, "it's me, it's just me, I want to know." ”

"What about after you know?"

"Maybe I can help you a little," said Rywitt, "and the White Tower bores me." ”

"I can do it myself. ”

"You can do better with me. Rayette pressed his neck: "What are you wary of? You should know that I didn't get this task, good man, I don't have any conflict with you, on the contrary, we are mutually beneficial." ”

The visitor smiled: "What do you want" he asked again.

"A new position. "Don't be too tall, just don't let me look at the group of Priests Flo." ”

"I can only try...... If you can really help me. ”

"You'll find me useful and terrible. ”

"I hope so," said the man, "I hope so, my dear." (To be continued.) )

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