Almost no one knew that the day after Midwinter, the owner of the side island and his friends quietly left the side island, and the administrative and military power of the side island was all in the hands of Adel and Xiu, for which the lich had to prepare a commission and seal with his own magic mark, although if anything really happened, the most important thing was the strong Norman soldiers and spellcasters, but this was not to deal with the enemy- Adel had already received a reply from the main temple of Rosada, and nearly twenty of Rosada's most devout followers would be heading for the side island, but by that time the owner of the side island had already left, and only Adel was left to greet them, and the latter's identity was a little delicate, and if a document written by the lord himself was in his hand, it could also play a role in the necessary moment.

There was also a message from Master Alva, who asked if the priests of Ilmut could come to the side islands, and that the partridge hills where the "tobacco" were planted were carefully guarded by the tenant farmers and serfs, after all, they were related to their next year's bread, and that the followers of Ilmot, though they also had the power bestowed on them by the gods, were more merciful to these poor humans than the priests of the other gods, and would not do anything that might lead to their misfortune - So it was difficult for them to gather fresh plants to explore the dangers that the plant might do to humans, and with the onset of winter, the "tobacco" had also withered, and their leaves could be used as a substitute for tobacco leaves, but the useless stalks could only end up with a hearth, and apart from these two, the priests of Ilmot could barely dig small black seeds out of the dirt, which were the only thing they could get now.

But the side island is different, it has no winter, and the plants used as secret medicine are still thriving, and it is not surprising that the priests of Ilmot would want to enter it - and as followers of Ilmut who are willing to endure the suffering of the entire plane to save others, they would prefer to see the slaves up close. You know, because of Ilmot's teachings, the gray-robed priest hated by the lords hasn't been allowed to appear in the Dragonfire Islands for hundreds of years.

Their thoughts are in line with those of Cremar and Kerryben, and if possible, they want to put an end to this cruelty. A system dehumanized.

The priests of Rosada, Sulun, and Cranvo were much more peaceful than the slightly more radical Ilmot, and they knew the trick of step-by-step, for example, although Adel had been promised to build the Temple and Sanctuary of Rosada on the main island of the Eastern Crown, the reply from the main temple told him not to act rashly for the time being, and the patriarch of the main temple even reminded him in this letter that the glory of Rosada lies in the souls of the faithful, not in stone or wood, and that it is irrational to ask the lord for a tall and magnificent building. Acts of greed - an altar, a small spring is enough, and a pious heart will also make them shine as bright and soft as the morning light.

His words were even a little too harsh, but Adair knew the reason - the Patriarch's first disciple was Adele's mentor, the former senior priest of the White Tower, and the Patriarch was both sad and remorseful for the dereliction of duty and death of his disciple, and he was glad that his disciple's successor could atone for his sins. Regain Rosada's favor, but also fear that he will become impatient and reckless because of his youth and sudden power. Causing a tragedy like the White Tower that should not have happened.

Adel had lit the second letter of the Patriarch on a wax candle as the senior priest of the White Tower had been handed over to him, and as he watched it burn to the ground, the flames that snaked upwards burned his fingers, and he was awakened from the devastating devastation that had swept through the White Tower, and half of the Grey Mountains. As deep as the imprint that penetrated into Adele's soul, he would never forget it...... He had thought that his second brother Demont had united with thieves in order to seize power that did not belong to him, and that it might be the "Fine Web" guild that had done this unforgivable thing—polluting the water in the Sanctuary of Rosada, both to spread as much of the insanely bloodthirsty potion as possible, and to fight and torture his rivals. Adel didn't know how Demont had managed to get his eldest brother to appear there and kill him without resistance, but he did achieve his original goal, his father and eldest brother were dead, and Adel was charged with murder and blasphemy, and he managed to gain Anrui's support, and becoming the consul of the White Tower and the de facto lord of the White Tower and the Partridge Hills became an unshakable thing.

But as far as he could tell, it didn't seem as simple as he thought, and perhaps it was, he knew that Demon was dead, and that Anrui had sent her and Demon, Adelle's last remaining relative, his nephew, to the side island—that is, her side was so unsafe that it was not even as safe as a strange place, as well as the red-robed warlocks, mages, and thieves who walked the White Tower......

But Adel really didn't know what the women thought, he preferred to keep his nephew by his side, even if the child might become a priest of Rosada in the future, but it was better than becoming a priest of Flo. He had no choice but to look for Mei Mi a few times, just to see how the child was doing, and he saw a pretty little girl in a milky white sleeveless top and a salmon red dress, with bracelets and anklebells, walking lightly through the room full of pillows and cushions, whether it was carrying a huge silver plate longer than his whole person, containing a great amount of fruit, or carrying a wine jug as heavy as a giant's arm, or changing spices for the incense boat, pulling up the curtains, or shaking the sheets, all with poise and cheerfulness。

Adel must admit that he was worried.

But the boy assured him that he had never forgotten that he was a boy, that he spoke in a tone and diction like an adult, and that kind of complicated eyes that had been criticized by Memi, and that should not belong to a child at all, and when Adel was half-kneeling in front of him and talking to him, he raised his hand and touched Adelle's face: "Mother mentioned you," he whispered, "I know that this brand was imprinted on your face by your father." ”

There was silence for a moment, "Does it still hurt?" he asked.

"Not a long time ago. Adair said.

The child smiled, and Adel realized that he didn't look like Demon, but neither did he look like Anrui.

"We'll be together soon. Adair said.

"Hmm. "I look forward to this day," the child said, "and he stepped forward, put his arms around Pastor Rosada's neck, and whispered in his ear, "In fact I hate wearing skirts too." ”

"I'm going to be sad. Mei Mi said on the side, rolling her eyes, so all the men are white-eyed wolves. That's not wrong at all, including children as young as three years old.

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Cremar and the others had already left the rime hut at this time, and they didn't stay in the castle for long, after all, there was also a former lord of Thundercastle who was listed in the top ten of the bounty list by the new king of the Norman of the Highlands, and the fact that the Alvar mage had taken in the Norman soldiers had already caused the dissatisfaction of many merchants and councilors in the castle, so there was no need for them to provide more handles to those villains.

"I don't think they can do anything. Mage Alva said, munching on a dried fruit in boredom, the poor old mage had been with him for decades before, and the hookah proved his identity better than his magic mark. But since his hookah was mixed with that terrible "tobacco", he even gave up hookah. Even if the toxins in the body have been expelled and the short-lived memories of that time have been erased, the old mage finds that he still sometimes has the urge to order a little "tobacco" to taste, how tempting it can be, to allow himself to allow another mage to cast that kind of dangerous spell on him-the most important thing for a spell caster is the brain, and no one can guarantee that the power of the spell will affect that part - fortunately, Master Antonio's spell-casting skills are as worthy of respect as his personal character.

But relatively. Without the hookah, Master Alva always felt that something was missing from his life. His mouth was always dry or damp, and his left hand was always trying to grab something, so after a few misses, the mage of Cape Fortress simply hung a dimensional bag on his belt, unlike other dimensional bags containing magic tools, spellcasting materials, and scrolls. The dimensional bag was filled with all sorts of delicious dried fruits, and when the mage felt uncomfortable, he would grab a handful and put it in his mouth, and then, unsurprisingly, his weight would rise in proportion to the wear and tear of his teeth, and the few mage robes that poor him had to be redone.

"They are businessmen. As long as there is interest, even if you stuff a dragon into the fortress of Cape Blanc, they will be silent. Master Alpha said that what he had put in his mouth was a handful of dried apricots, sticky and sour, and his face was twisted with it: "When they know that they want to take care of the output of an entire island for you, the cane sugar and beet sugar that can submerge an entire Cape Levee, they will be as sweet as if they have been pickled in your sugar for twenty years." ”

"That's what I was hoping for. "The lich said that the merchants of the side island had long since made him impatient, and that it would be good for him to let the Strip take on this trouble, and that Mage Alva could be said to be his ally, and his position was a strong deterrent to potential enemies on the side island, and in any case, the castle was the closest city to the side island.

With a slight hum, the blue light formed a portal in the void, and this advanced location teleportation spell would teleport them directly to the Starlight River, where the elves awaited them—Mage Antonio withdrew his spell-casting hands and smiled at Cremar, "May the light of the Magical Galaxy shine on your path, child," he said gently, "but at all times, remember your heart." ”

The former immortal bowed to him, and as a thank you and a gift in return, he was no longer the little mage who had just left the Sharp Jaw Harbor and had no reputation or experience to speak of, and although he still revered Master Alva and Master Antonio in order to avoid mistakes, there was no longer any need to respectfully meet the high mage as a disciple as he did when he first came to Cape Fortress - only that he would still be treated like a child from time to time and give him an occasional toothache.

They stepped into the portal, Cremar was the first, and the last was the dwarf McGee, the dwarf was not as jealous and disgusted with demonic magic as the dwarves, but McGee was the first to leave the teleportation spell cast by a strange mage, he hesitated, but still stepped into the invisible door drawn by the blue line, and he turned his head for the last time, and Alva mage was raising his hand and waving it gently towards them.

The portal landed in the upper reaches of the Starlight River, the banks of the river were on both sides of the steep cliffs, the roar of the Starlight River was like thunder, the elves' winged ships hung high above the river, the sails and wings had been retracted, the runes of magic glowed and flowed on the hull, stabilizing the hull, the anchor clenched a piece of tower-like standing on one side, between the lonely rock gaps, the Mithril chain connecting the winged ship and the anchor straightened into a crystal light in the air.

Cremar and his party landed accurately on the winged boat, and they were greeted by Perrant.

The druid wore a loose coat with dark brown tights underneath, and like all druids, he rarely saw metal on his body, except for ceremonial or combat purposes, but he carried a longbow made of old vines and deer tendons, and at his feet was a simple long bag and his quiver, which Kerry embraced tightly, and the heir of the King of the Silver-Crowned Jungle already knew that Perrant was going with them to the Far North Sea, and when he saw Raven, he couldn't help but regret that he had agreed to Perrante。

It's no surprise that the elven mage Raven is by her husband's side, they will be separated for a long time, but Raven is wearing a robe that does not completely hide her bulging belly, and she is pregnant.

"I didn't know. Kerry Ben said that when he and Cremar returned to the Silver Crown Forest, they did not see Raven.

"That's because I didn't have anything to do with the Silvercrown Forest," Raven said, "I was on Emerald Forest Island at the time, and I came back on the last day of the Jungle Closure, and by then you were gone. ”

"If so......"

"Elves have a longer gestation period than humans," Raven said, "if that's what you're talking about...... Perrante was able to see his child born. (To be continued.) )