The head of the squire sniffed into the air, she smelled the scent of her kind, the bloodline has been much weaker in the human inheritance, but perhaps because of the sudden stimulation of the relationship, the power it showed was not to be underestimated, although she was unimpressed by the struggle of this human being- It may be said that even if the first generation of demons and humans were hybrids, not all of the race known as Tevling were evil, but there is no doubt that in the war between the call of blood and the goodness of reason, a cowardly man who has always hesitated will exhaust the last bit of strength, and they may die sooner than they did as humans. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

But for her current owner, it may instead be a good opportunity. Compared to the Dragonborn, who have not left Grenada for any reason other than war since hatching, the black-haired spellcaster's power is as fragile as a piece of parchment, he has no people to trust, no authority, and no money, and this sorcerer with succubus blood, if he says he is the lord of the Normans of the Highlands, and his territory has black iron and derived steel, or copper, which Grenada desperately needs, and every day steel flows silently into Grenada like a river of bounty, turning into the armor, swords, and arrows of three legions under the day and night labor of thousands of craftsmen, but these are still not enough, not enough, far from enough。 Female squires with demonic blood can still get some information from the Warlock Tower, and the Legion is still recruiting soldiers, and even some slaves are being used as new blood in the sprint camp; The Thieves' Guild is seeping into every part of the continent like a desert drizzle, the priests of Gredi, though forced to remain quiet by the reckless act of the previous time (the expulsion of the priest Rosada of the White Tower), the Sanctuary of Gredy is still growing day by day, the sight of red dragons flying over the royal capital with their wings spread out has been reduced from a few months to a few days, and yesterday she even saw two red dragons flying over the Warlock Tower one after the other.

Like their fellow people who have long since left the plane, when they are not threatened or want to be threatened, the Red Dragons are most enthusiastic about lying on the gold coins that are like silk or sand to the dragons, and as a warlock with demonic blood, she may have surpassed the human ancestors in Grenada, and she remembers that the last time this happened was about three hundred years ago, when Grenada's throne changed, Grenada did not try to maintain stability and peace as the surrounding countries had as the surrounding countries had stood, so as not to cause any problems that might shake the foundation of the throne, but brazenly bared its fangs to the five nationsAlmost overnight, Grenada's army radiated like arrows, dragon fire burned fields and cities, and the deep blue sky was like a great furnace.

Even well-trained horses will flee uncontrollably under the threat of dinosaurs and griffinx. Even fainting and falling, ordinary soldiers could not compete with the monsters of the three legions of Grenada, whose occupation and survival were killed, their spears broke in the armor of the enemy, and their leather armor was no harder than grease under the steel swords and arrows, and the few spellcasters in front of Grenada's warlock regiment were like boats in the stormy waves, and the slightest touch was shattered to pieces, not to mention that some mages immediately tried to escape as soon as they saw the red robes.

The black-clad soldiers poured into the consul's mansion and the royal court like a silent tide, dragging the arrogant dignitaries inside out of the room, tearing off their clothes, and a spear from their **** Pierced and pierced out of their mouths, the fat, snow-white skewers were thrust from new frontiers to the edge of the desert, until decades later the bones of the gravel and grass were collected for the campfires, and their wives and daughters, and young sons, were also driven together naked, with ropes around their necks, and pulled to Grenada like wees and lambs, branded with the mark of slaves, waiting for the merchants to come and choose. They walked in the desert, except for a few women who were precious commodities, exceptionally beautiful and noble, it was almost impossible for others to get enough food and water, and there were many captives and "trophies" who came to Grenada alive, and many more died, but the desert always swallowed up all traces.

Originally, the war might have been a little earlier, but for some reason, Gredi's actions became sluggish, as if she was distracted by something that was not yet known, but in Grenada, her will is the will of everyone, and no one will rebel against the "mother" of every Grenada, not even the new king.

But this is not to say that they will turn a blind eye and ignore it, if anything can stop Gredi, its preciousness must be undoubted, and perhaps few people will dare to compete with the red dragon who has climbed on the throne of the gods, but if only the ...... A little bit of residue from the red dragon's claws would be enough to make them a good meal.

Perhaps because of this, the female squire who couldn't get a chance with the new king or Mitkot because of her mixed blood decided to try her new master (or try it), she couldn't have done a lot, but a slight tilt and revealing a little bit of information could still have done it, which might have been a bad joke for Mitkot or Kelmen, but unlike her new master, he didn't know anything about Grenada, he didn't have anyone to trust, and his other half of his blood in Grenada only meant stupidity and weakness, and he would need her。

Of course, if the strange dragonborn proved not to be a good fit for Grenada, the dagger to protect him would have stabbed him in the back as he turned—and that would be an opportunity for her.

She heard his call.

When the squire leader entered the room gracefully, the kind with the smell of sweet blood was prostrate on the ground, disheveled, pale, but it didn't look fatally harmed—a human with succubus blood could have a hundred different uses for a warlock, and she didn't want to speculate, but there was one of the most common and common uses among the hundreds, and he did have the kind of handsomeness that did not belong to humans: "Which room should I prepare for him?" she asked ambiguously: "My master?"

"Guest's room," said the otherworldly spirit, "whichever is whatever." He weighed, "Give him a bottle of mead, and a healing potion." ”

The head of the squire cautiously looked at the new master's expression, well, it seems that this is not the case. His value should be more in the black iron and steel he can give.

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The Grey Robe knew she was crazy.

To be precise, Maren Lorenos, the northern slave is not her disciple, she has done all the work on the contract with her teacher, but she is still far from getting a disciple. Even though he had succubus blood and had been aroused, Maren could only be her apprentice rather than a disciple at best- Mortals can't understand the difference between apprentices and disciples before, because they only know that both of them will call a mage or a warlock as a mentor, but in the mage tower and the warlock tower, the identities of apprentice and disciple are completely different, under the most demanding mentor, the apprentice may be busy for decades and may not be able to become a disciple, and the person who can become a disciple not only has to endure the previous ten years, but also win the favor of the mentor with his talent and meekness, so that he can obtain his direct teaching and sign a formal contract with him. The apprentice can only accept the teachings of his disciples and take on the menial tasks that seem to be never-ending.

But even if Maren was her true disciple, in Grenada, in front of a prince with the purest bloodline of dragons, he could not say that it was a great sacrifice, let alone his discipleship, everyone could be said to know it, and it was he who turned his back on her first, and her wings warmed him and saved him from the shame of mortality, but how did he do it? He bit her heart viciously!

He did not hesitate to follow his new master away, knowing that by the next morning, the prince's attendants would bring gems and gold, and perhaps wands and scrolls, to take away the last vestige of her power over Maren.

She didn't even change her robe, she didn't take off her necklace or ring, she sat in the empty room, her wizened fingers clutching at a piece of leather paper, the skin that had been peeled from Mullen's back, on which were written in his blood a pact of loyalty—she almost tore it apart so that the shameless liar might be punished immediately, but her fingers suddenly became weak, not like her fingers, with which she had strangled her own father, and another disciple of the Mentor, how powerful they were- But now, they had only crumpled the pliable paper, which still seemed to be warm, and the Lady in the Grey robe seemed to hear a cry of pain, and she jumped up from her chair and looked around in horror, could it be that even the slightest disruption would make the other party to the contract feel pain? She didn't know, she sat down, wept and unfolded the piece of paper, and pressed it flat on her chest.

A slight chill brushed her cheeks, and tears immediately froze, and the gray-robed lady immediately put the leather paper into her chest and hid it tightly.

The ghost she sent to Maren has returned.

"How is he now?!" she asked sharply, "Is he hurt, or is he imprisoned......?" New owner...... Did you touch him?"

The ghost floated in mid-air, its reaction was a little sluggish, this was also a helpless thing, the gray-robed lady could not grab the soul of a spellcaster as a ghost enslaved by herself for the time being, this was just a mortal, he didn't even know that he had been dead for many years.

The gray-robed lady looked at it, it nodded slowly, and shook its head again: "Hurt ......" It replied angrily, "No...... No, touch ......"

Mullen's former master asked a few more questions, but apart from these two answers, everything else was vague muttering, "Go home...... the ghost finally said, "What...... "It only remembered that the woman had promised to bring it back to its home and reunite it with its family.

"Go down your bottomless abyss. The Grey Lady said in a bad mood, she made a gesture, and the ghost let out a long scream and disappeared, but the Grey Lady knew that it would be summoned next time.

She knew she shouldn't, but she walked into her mentor's room anyway. The room used by the Mentor during his temporary stay in Grenada was always tidyed and cleaned by her, except for one wall with floor-to-ceiling bookshelves filled with scrolls and spellbooks, some of which the Mentor had collected, some of which he had collected, some of which he had copied, and most of all, which he had copied himself, each of which had spells cast on it, some of which would swallow the ignorant thief, while others would pull anyone who touched it unauthoredly into a dimensional crevice, some would spew acid or lightning, but the Grey Lady wanted not spellbooks, but scrolls, one of which she remembered could summon a succubus, but this scroll belonged to her mentor, but her mentor was now in the Seventy-Seven Islands and wouldn't be back in Grenada until the following year, and she had time to manage to get an identical scroll instead.

No matter how handsome Mullen is, he is still a human being, and although he has the blood of a succubus, he is so faint, if she exchanges it for a scroll that can summon a real succubus, the odds of success are high - or the prince needs black iron and steel more, it doesn't matter, she can make Mullen hand over all the authority and connections, all she wants is Mullen.

By the time she walked out of her mentor's room with a charred arm, the galaxy had darkened, and a salmon-red mist hung over Grenada.

The Grey Robe's body was aching and tired, but her spirits were more energetic than ever, and she walked into the room to find a bottle of healing potion, only to find that there was an extra person in the room.

"Maren!" she shouted in surprise, rushed forward, and hugged him tightly, the other party's breath was still so clean and warm.

"You're back!" she said.

"I'm back. Mullen said.

The scroll fell between them to the ground, a tiny flash of light fleeting without any of them noticing (to be continued.) )