The third update!

I wish my readers good luck, smooth sailing, five blessings, and a hundred sons and thousands of grandchildren!

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Ji'er showed a sly smile: "Blessing of the elves of Aya." Then she said, "Don't worry, I didn't steal or rob it, my father had obtained a half-elf slave, it was an amulet left by her elven mother, of course, I don't think it helped, but according to her, as long as the elves were able to recognize the mystery - I had been serving her all this time, and she couldn't get out of the room, so she gave this to me - maybe she thought I could leave the crown and attract her people." ”

"What about her?"

"Our lord has been unusually generous in sending her to the Mourning Wasteland to greet our guests, well, maybe not, I don't know much about the mage, but the warlock beside our father, the female spellcaster who likes to wear red robes, once showed me a gem, and it is said that her soul was imprisoned in it, and her body had been burned to ashes, mixed with the coral base, and sunk to the bottom of the sea. ”

Dada gently pinched the string of tassels that felt smooth like silk, no wonder it failed to attract the attention of others, it was almost as thin as a little finger, and no longer than a middle finger, fixed with a small ebony tube, mixed in the black hair would not be seen at all, Dada was not a spellcaster, he could not feel if there were magic fluctuations on it, but there should be, every foreign slave would be "cleaned" more than a dozen times Their minds may eventually be as white as their bodies, and Drake's mages and lord's mages will confiscate anything that has magical fluctuations.

"Take this," said Ji'er, "take this and go to the people, tell their people how they have been tortured, and then ......"

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"She's dead. Dada said, kneeling on the ground with his chin next to the cold ground: "My sister gave this to me. I don't know what to do, my lordship, but I think you'll want to know the whereabouts of a clansman. ”

"Her mother is an Eya elf," said Kerryben, who could feel deep longing and endless sorrow in the strands of hair as black as the night, "She did not go to the temple of Angeleth, but returned to the Emerald Grove Island. With a broken spirit and a painful past, leaving behind her daughter, the Elven Ranger sighed, he was a Singh elf. Belonging to the Silver Crown Forest, his father had sternly warned him that he had no right to raise even the slightest objection to the actions of the Emerald Forest Island, that he did not have the right or the obligation, and that his sensitive identity could cause disputes among the elves, and that his actions could usher in a catastrophe in this plane where dragons and demons are incompatible.

But it belongs to Su Lun, but the ranger's heart has always resisted. The ignorance of the Eya elves to the half-blooded people did not curb the birth of the half-elves, but instead increased the evil thoughts and greed of humans, orcs, devils and other evil creatures towards the elves, they have tasted the blood, and one day they will want to eat delicious tender meat. Sucking the marrow oil from their bones, their desires are endless.

They can deny entry to the Emerald Forest from their people with human blood, but at least they can give the cubs enough claws and fangs to stand up to the treacherous outside world.

"So," Gülen said. "What reward do you want, slave?"

Dada stared at the ground, and the slaves polished each alabaster floor clean like a mirror, on which the shadow of the thief was clearly reflected. It was a thief, and he was sure that only a few mercenaries, except for thieves, would be accustomed to playing little games that made their fingers more dexterous—the silver coin from the Dragonfire Islands had the lord's head on the obverse, the hairy crab claw orchid on the reverse, and the edges were sharply serrated, each weighing a fifth of an ounce, and it was like a puppy in the thief's hand that was attached to its master, and it bore between its fingers without stopping.

"I want to seek your refuge. He said, "Honorable Lord, I should not have left my master." ”

"But you are gone," said Gülen, "what a slave you are not very comfortable with—ha, please don't tell me that you have only come for a man whom you have never met, and who has no grace or help, and for which you have risked your life." ”

Dada knew he was already on the edge of a cliff, but he was ready and not panicked by it: "Venerable guest," his voice hit the hard ground: " I confess that I do not have so much courage and purity of mind, and that my master does want to throw me into the stone mill of flesh and blood, and that my deeds are not pure or noble, and I only earnestly ask you, please grant me a little mercy, for you are gods to me, and like heaven and earth, and a leaf that you break off at your hand can save an ant struggling to survive in the stormy seas. I beg you, it is not terrible to die, but I still have my sister, my poor sister, who sleeps beside our lord and father like a dragon, and she has no other relatives but me, or rather, she has a friend, but now that this friend is dead, all she can leave to my sister is this small token and ornament. ”

"Amos and you are twin brothers," said the lich, "then he should also be your sister's brother." ”

"For Amos, my sister was also just a slave. Dada said, "If the word blood had any meaning to him, then I would not be prostrate here now, asking for your mercy." ”

"Perhaps I may ask your father and master to have him pardon you. ”

"There is no slave on the Dragonfire Islands who is not a slave. Dada said, "I will always be a slave." ”

"A less loyal slave. Gülen said.

"A slave who knows the Dragonfire Islands inside out, my lord. Dada retorted, though his tone remained deferential and humble, "Just what you need, respectful caster, and loyalty always belongs to the strong." ”

"Then tell me about it," said the lich, "but I don't need any information about others for the time being. ”

"You have a great island second only to the crown, with a hundred and two thousand slaves," said Dada, "and they work for you, and the oil crops are oil palm: spices such as pepper, lemongrass, basil, cocoa, tobacco, and morinda officinalis; the fruits are mainly black coconut, white-skinned melon, and guava; fiber crops are carba, abacia, and kapok; of course, the most numerous of them are sugar beets and sugar cane, which can be harvested three times a year, and sugar cane is harvested three times a year—and there are about thirteen thousand freemen in your territory, who catch shrimp for you, Crabs and all kinds of fish, you have three harbors, and there is a huge lake in the middle of your island, which is called the Eye of the Goddess, and the fresh water in it is inexhaustible, and there have been mages who have cast spells to explore its depth, until 5,600 feet have not been measured, and it is always so sweet and cool, some people speculate that it leads directly to a half-plane, and that half-plane is connected to the water elemental plane to have such a miracle. ”

"Is there any more detail?" asked Leona.

Dada knelt down again and saluted the Norman princess of the Highlands before standing up again: "Honorable spellcaster, among your slaves are 60,000 'cattle and horses', who are the most important laborers, and then the other 40,000 are 'skilled hands', who are responsible for some delicate work, and among them there are nearly 30,000 'mud embryos'......"

"What is a clay embryo?" asked Mei Mi curiously.

"It is the slaves who can breed more 'cows, horses' and 'skillful hands' for our esteemed adults, and we call them mud embryos, because the beet seedlings also grow from the mud embryos. ”

"And two thousand?"

"Those 2,000 are 'brins', which are used to manage and supervise 'cattle and horses'. "Of course, the number of 'cows, horses' and 'skilled hands' is unstable, because there are new births and deaths at any time. He turned to the black-haired spellcaster, "You can still get a fortress, the problem is that it hasn't been repaired for years, because it was previously managed by your mentor's father, but he won't leave the Eastern Crown, and the eunuchs he sent don't have the right to live in the fortress that belongs to his master, and besides, you don't have an army, and the original army belongs to the glorious lord of the Eastern Crown, the only father and master." ”

"You also don't have the right to have a mage, only the owner of the Eastern Crown can have a mage, otherwise it's a rebellion," Dada smiled slightly: "Of course, except for you, after all, this is a talent that no one can take away." ”

"That is," muttered the thief, "we are walking side by side with a pack of wolves in our arms." ”

&&&&(To be continued.) )