Afra smiled at the sight of Cremar, no, not the kind of smile that one usually thinks, she had long learned how to hide her smile in her lowered eyes and numb mouth, but even if it was hidden deeply, she could still see the small light of a star in the eyes of someone as sharp and kind to her as a soul from another world. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

She was not like Mei Mi, except for the green and amber jewel eyes, her dark hair was curly and draped over her shoulders, the contour of her nose could be described as sharp, the tip of her nose was slightly bent, her bloodless lips were as thin as a slit, and her jaw was sharp, and the back of her head was steeped from the base of her ears, all of which she had inherited from Glenn, and if her mother were still alive, the soul of the other world could not help but think of how much she would love this child.

"Your Highness. She said that her voice was not as crisp as a child should be, but rather hoarse and dry.

"You need to drink some potion," Cremar said, "or you may not be able to hold out until the end of today's work." ”

The potion was bitter, like most healing potions, but at the bottom of the day, there was a thick layer of honey that would not have been able to detect this little secret if one had just watched or shaken, but Afra had smelled the honey when she was first told to finish the potion, even though it was hidden in a disgusting potion—the amount of honey was small, maybe only a spoonful bottom, but it was the only sweetness that Afra had been able to taste in seven years of life. And the potion would give her battered body a little respite.

Afra handed the trickle of silver back to the invisible servant, and in the rest of the preparation time, as she took off her robes, she saw that her highness had turned around and examined the scroll and the instruments to be used - perhaps because he didn't want to see her bare/// The relationship between the naked body, Afra thought, her body is not good-looking, it can even be said to be ugly, although she has a self-healing speed that surpasses that of other apprentices, but because of her humble status, there are many people who can try whips and soldering irons on her, so her scars are always cascading. Because she was given very little food and water, her body was not as rounded as a child, only shriveled and angular, her skin was a pale blue-white, thin like a piece of paper, and her hands and feet were as thin as skeletons. She never thought she was good-looking, anyway, and she envied the priests, not only because of the power and honor they had, but also because of their rosy lips and fruit-like chests.

The female priests had become more tolerant lately, and Afra knew that it was because they could use her to get in touch with His Highness Cremar, after all, not every priest in Gredy had access to the palace at will—unfortunately, Afra had been poignant about the power that had brought her here, and it seemed to have been monopolized by a few high-ranking priests They would stay in His Highness Cremar's room, and when they were seen again, every inch of their skin would seem to burst into flames, and Afra would get a little benefit, like a barbecue, a glass of clean water, or be relieved of a job that would inevitably be punished for it. But Afra was not at all pleased by this, she was biting on the roast meat like the flesh of the priests, and when she drank the water, it was like sipping their blood, and as for the whip, she was used to it, so what did it matter if there was more or less.

But she also knew that now she was a little mouse, even if she could be regarded as a leader among apprentices, but that was only an apprentice.

When the otherworldly spirit turned away, Afra was already lying prone on the hard stone platform, her eyes closed, but even with her eyes closed, she could feel His Highness coming, the tiny flow of air from the robes made her shiver for a moment, and then the soft fabric fell below the waist, leaving only her head and neck, her back, and three inches below her knees. Afra held her breath and waited quietly, she could feel His Highness's fingers resting gently on her back, and His Highness's fingers always seemed to have a little warmth, unlike every Grenada that Afra had ever seen and touched.

Afra's back, like a blank scroll of drawing and copying spells, was full of strange symbols, words, and lines, and where the lines meet, there are gems. Of course, the body of flesh is not Mithril, or gold, and if the base of the gem falls into the flesh, over time, it will either be gradually repelled by the new flesh and blood, or gradually wrapped by them, like a pearl in a shell, so the only place that can fix the base is the shoulder blade and backbone, and there are long foot pegs on the base of the gem, and the nails have magic attached to them, which can make it take root in the bones like a living thing, and expel the new flesh, so the flesh there can only avoid their place, and if someone pulls out those nails, then there will be a deep hole in the bonesThe strange thing is that the edges of these holes are even smooth, covering the skin.

All the patterns revolve around or emanate from the center of these stone studds, and from an artistic point of view they have a regular and dense beauty - like the scales of a butterfly, or the veins of a plant. Of course, for the Grenada and the priest of Gredi, beauty alone could not impress them, and what made them compromise was the power of the magic tattoo - Afra was only an experiment, but from her, the priests had seen a very bright prospect, and her life was thus protected to the greatest extent, she would still be hungry, thirsty, hurt, and humiliated, but no one would jokingly take her life anyway.

She must have felt cold, Cremar thought, the temperature around them was a little warmer, but it was also clear that this meager kindness could not be compared to the torture that Afra was about to suffer, but on the other hand, it had to do something unspeakable to her in addition to ensuring that Afra would not be easily reduced to useless consumables, and there was nothing more trustworthy and important in Grenada than her own strength.

Afra opened her mouth, gasping silently as she heard the familiar pain, and she tried to relax her body and shift her mind beyond the pain—for example, the faint breath that came from His Highness Cremar The first smell that often appears on the people of Grenada is sulfur, because the red dragons always have a strong smell of sulfur, even when they are incarnated as humans, in order to show their longing or respect for the red dragons, the topical spices used by the people of Grenada are always mixed with sulfur; the second is the sweet smell of blood, the people of Grenada like blood wine, especially fresh blood wine, in front of everyone, twisting a pigeon's neck and letting the blood flow from its mouth into the wine is one of the most common sights in the tavern; as for the third, sometimes it will be myrrh, sometimes it will be musk, sometimes it will be rose。

Only His Highness Cremar barely smelled of anything, if I had to say that there was, then it could only be said that it was water, the smell of the cleanest water and air, cold, but comfortable and pleasant, Afra breathed deeply, one of the little comforts she could get for the next dozen days or more.

The Otherworldly Soul lowered its head, the smell of blood slowly rising in the air, and many auxiliary devices could be used in magic tattoos, from enchanted Mithril needles to demonic teeth and spikes, but the Otherworldly Soul used only those that belonged to them, and it was not difficult to condense the power into an invisible blade or a stinger pouring it on the enemy's head, but it was just "piercing" to control them like controlling a tangible, hair-thin needle Warm flesh, not torn and tumbling, would never have dared to do without being taught by Ederna - especially after his strength could easily twist and break the armor of steel.

Only a small part of the engraving needs to be completed today, and the soul of the other world has already felt the pain of his skull as if it is about to burst, and in this regard, he can exchange feelings with Afra - But the last step was still to be done, it put its finger on the end of the line, chanted the incantation, the power of magic was transmitted from his fingertips to the line, Afra could feel like a living viper, and the scales were all made of red-hot iron thorns, and it was moving from a little bit of her back to the rest of the tattoo covering, fast, or slow, she couldn't tell the difference, maybe a hundred years into the darkness, or maybe in a flash, she came to her senses again, and she saw a pair of black eyes, and in the light of the white fluorite, each of them hid a small Afra。

"Is it over?"

"It's over. ”

Her Highness stood up, and as he recorded something, Afra put on her robes, and before leaving the room, she pulled on Rakrimar's robes. The latter turned around knowingly, and after a pause, the otherworldly soul bent down on his knees and embraced the slender child, who he could feel as a song of joy as the young heart beat violently as a song of joy between the flesh and bones.

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This was the most intense quarrel between His Majesty and His Highness that Bernard had ever heard.

Bernard slipped out of the stairs, thinking that he might have to be grateful to Xiu, Xiu, and the mage Gavin who came to take up the service, the attention of the two princes was almost attracted by them, because Xiu and Gavin were not qualified to live in the royal court, so Lei Zhe and Raymond sneaked out of the royal court, if they found Xiu, the unlucky Lord of Thunder Castle might have to be entangled by them for a long time, Lei Zhe was completely fascinated by his father's past, and Raymond knew that he would inevitably be the lord of Thunder Castle in the future, and he urgently needed to know everything about Thunder Castle。

Berner hoped that Xiu would last long enough, at least until His Majesty and His Royal Highness had finished arguing before letting the two naughty ghosts come back, and then Berner would be sure that he could find something to do for them, lest Rayger and Raymond feel panicked or angry because of the quarrel between their parents—they were only seven years old after all, and their bodies might have grown up, but their minds were still innocent and naïve in their minds.

However, before Lei Zhe and Raymond returned, Berner wanted to know what His Majesty and His Royal Highness had a dispute about, you know, Birdwin's desire for power is not very strong, he could let Her Royal Highness control the royal court for seven years before, and he should not suddenly feel angry or ashamed because of this, and Her Royal Highness no longer has a stubborn temperament that cannot be accommodated as when she was a princess, she will also have to face a dozen or more ministers in seven years, and no matter how many sharp thorns will be consumed, the relationship between the two Norman rulers of the Highlands has only become more harmonious in recent yearsWhat caused them to suddenly break out a war between the two?

Remembering the few words he had heard, Berner walked all the way from the point of the tower to the place that had been deserted, at least on the surface, the remains of the tower had been wrapped in shrubs and vines, and Berner made his way through the unknown guards and stepped straight into the scorching dungeon, where hundreds of gnomes had gathered, all of them had moved from the less stable Dragonfire Islands, and he searched for the gnome, the former leader of the gnomes, a guy called the Long One.

He questioned several gnomes, but none of them had seen their former leader, perhaps deliberately not to let them say so, because just as Bernard was looking for McGee instead, Changchang suddenly appeared.

Long Dressed in a whole set of gorgeous clothes, hung with a variety of ornaments, the special physique of the dwarf made them walk in the garden in the early morning in this harsh environment where a breath of air would be like swallowing fire, his forehead was not sweaty, the folds of his shirt were neat, and there were many rings and bracelets, but because they were so perfect, they made Berner sense that something was wrong.

"What have you been up to lately?"

He gave Berner a long look, he was reluctant to accept a human's cross-examination, but he also knew that Berner was a future lord, and that Berdwin loved him, "What Your Majesty asked me to do. ”

"What's the matter?"

"Let Your Majesty tell you," said the long man, "I can only say that it is a weapon." ”