The lich recognized his former pet, a little devil named Asmodeos. When he summoned it, the other students of the Mentor laughed at him, for it was so small, and in appearance it was just a cute and harmless little furball, with no huge claws or fangs, and although the venom-filled hollow hair could have an unexpected effect at some point, what about the little devil who had no poison sac? The devils that can be summoned from the bottomless abyss have superhuman intelligence, but the most commendable thing about Asmodeos is that it can suppress its own **, acting with reason rather than instinct like a big devil, which allows it to do things that ordinary little devils can't do or even if they do, they will inevitably fail.

On one occasion it even retracted its wings and tail, leaving only a deceptive appearance, and served as the pet of a noblewoman's daughter for twenty days, just to enter her father's well-guarded bedroom and steal a vital treasure. Sure, in the end, the girl was given food to Asmodeos, but no little devil could be so patient, especially with a low-level creature so fragile and stupid, that the irascible two-headed viper Animus would probably gouge out her eyes the next or third.

The little devils chirp that Asmodeus is a cowardly and lowly waste who does not deserve to be called a devil, but the evil spellcasters do not, they love to taste the pain of others, drink the blood of their victims and gnaw their bones, but more than that, they want to have an obedient and capable assistant in order to complete the bitter wine that can brew more disasters, and Asmodeus' attack power is not as strong as its kind thinks. As a result, more and more attention fell on Asmodeus, and many people thought that the lich would use his pact with the little devil in exchange for a little profit for a mage who was more powerful than him.

No one knew what had happened to the master-servants, and only a few knew that the lich had unilaterally terminated his contract with Asmodeus, but only the lich knew that he had punishingly wounded the little devil, and when he tried to destroy it once and for all, he fled.

When he first summoned Asmodeos, he had become an immortal, a group of skeletons wrapped in gray robes, his eyes flashed red like the tips of needles, he didn't know if Asmodeos found him today just wanted to drink the blood of a good priest or mage, the only thing he knew for sure was that it was dangerous, he was much weaker and incompetent now than when he was the master of Asmodeos, and the little devil might find an opportunity to kill him or detect something wrong with him, So he didn't hesitate to cast one of the strongest spells he could cast after grabbing it—a spell he had carefully kept since he came from the White Tower, a spell that forcibly returned creatures to their original planes, just in case of demons or demons summoned by Demon or other mages.

If forcibly repatriated, Asmodeus will sink in the bottomless abyss for a hundred years, and a hundred years later, if he still exists, then even the Devil Lord of the Endless Abyss will have the power to fight.

To his disappointment, a trembling wave disrupted his spell - the fluctuation came from the backlash of the bloodline, and the effect of the backlash was minimized when he was an undead, but now ...... The lich was not yet defeated by the curse's blood, but his expulsion spell undoubtedly failed, and the little devil turned into an uncatchable shadow from his palm, disappearing in the blink of an eye.

The former undead rudely pulled off the blanket that had wrapped around his legs, put on his white robe, and walked to the window to observe the situation outside.

Looking out of the window of his room, he could see the entire vestibule of the castle, where last night's wedding feast was not held in the hall of the main castle as is customary, but was placed outdoors in order to accommodate a large number of guests, and the servants of the castle set up square tents without walls, the material of the tents was a thick white silk cloth rented by the merchants for free, the end of the silk cloth was tied to a smooth pine pole with a golden ribbon, and the mages tricked the lion's paw prints representing the lord and the tower mark representing the archon on the silk cloth, and the sun shone down from the top of the silk cloth, both of which were on the heavy wooden table, toppling benches, and deformed shadows cast on the faces and bodies of people who were sleeping heavily.

The extravagant feast began at the beginning of the Magic Galaxy and lasted until now, when the Magic Galaxy disappeared completely, and the scorching sun almost dried the remaining wine of the glass.

The servants moved slowly and yawned to send their important guests back to their rooms, and a few maids shuffled and staggered to the table and the floor—yesterday's dishes were so rich that even the dogs were so full that they didn't even gnaw on the bones, and the maids grumbled, and packed the stinking and rotten wreckage into a big basket that needed to be carried by both of them. Kerribben and Cremar retired before the feast actually began, but the lich was able to find a dish or two that he was familiar with when he was still alive.

For example, the keel protrusion with the length of a woman's arm must have been left by a large male peacock.

The chef wrenched its neck, carefully pulled out its entrails, and seared the meat inside until it was half-cooked with a soldering iron that reached into its belly. Fifty turtledoves and two hundred larks are plucked and cooked in the kitchen, chopped and mashed, mixed with salt and spices to make delicious meatballs, which are then stuffed into the belly of a peacock with glass eyes and feathers, and when it is brought to the table, it is even more beautiful than when it was alive.

But what good was it when it had been emptied of its belly, for the servants had eaten its flesh, the maids had taken its feathers, and the dogs had licked the oil off its bones.

And the large skull, which could not even fit in a basket, with the void left by the plucking of the horn, must have belonged to a narwhal, whose brains were eaten, and the cooks scooped them out and hardened them with frozen lemonade, and then dried them with flour with saffron, cloves, and cinnamon, and finally fried them with cream and butter, and then poured mushroom sauce and honey over them, and put them in what they used to be.

Grilled chicken, pork, pâté pie, Pickled herring and cod, fresh dolphins and flounder, whales, soup made of vegetables and fruits were eaten clean, and there was nothing left, comparable to a barrel of all kinds of liquor, from one of which the two servants were dragging out a drunken and sleeping mage's apprentice, and the harsh sunlight enraged him, and he waved his finger and knocked one of them out, and the hapless man struck the two maids and fell into the basket full of debris they carried, and the apprentice laughed.

Mei Mi turned her gaze away in annoyance: "Spellcaster." She said in disgust.

"Not every spellcaster is like this. "Baldwin's servant said that Thundercastle also had its own mage, so as the lord's retinue, he was familiar with them and had a good relationship.

"I don't think so. Mei Mi said, touching her nose, and although it had long since healed, she always felt that it still throbbed from time to time.

Hu Cong wisely shut up, and he reached out to wrap his arms around Mei Mi's soft waist, "Let's lie down a little longer," he pleaded, "don't care about unpleasant things. ”

"Then tell me about the royal capital. Mei Mi said, her white fingers into his sweat-soaked curls, caressing slowly and seductively, her plump breasts against the chest of Hu Cong**, the golden sunlight shining from between the branches on her alabaster skin, this priest of Frow was simply her incarnation in the eyes of the young man who was not deeply involved in the world.

The White Tower was a place of abundance and peace, and Mei Mi had intended to settle here for a while, both to make money and to rest—if not for the caster—he had broken the bridge of her nose in Sharp Jaw Harbor, and although she had treated herself, she had not dared to let anyone touch her nose for months after that, for it would bleed and snot as soon as it was touched, and she always felt that it was a little crooked.

Finally it was healed, and Mammie didn't want to see the guy who had caused her so much of a crime, so she inquired about him, and knew that he would go back to Grey Ridge, where elves and half-elves lived, but could come back at any time, and there was still one of his houses.

So Memmy changed her mind, she wanted to run far away, but she didn't want to go to those inaccessible or poor and desolate places, the priests of Fro needed to make offerings to their gods, the commoners and slaves could not get the gold and jewels that the goddess loved, she wanted to go to the south, but now there were too many Fro's priests and prostitutes in the southern country, and she was not the kind of new thing that could make everyone fall in love with her. She knew what she was worth, and when she got there, she might end up hooking up with thieves and making money by robbing - she didn't want to give some half-ogre or halfling for free anymore - the goddess Flo was on top, they were smelly and dirty, rude, inconsiderate, and the kind of trade was too dangerous, this time she only broke the bridge of her nose, and the next time she might break her neck, or be hung on the gallows by the guards.

Her companion was surprised that she had chosen this little servant, he was not good-looking, and he did not look like a person who could give an expensive gift, but after talking to him, he found that although he was only a servant who could only share a room with the others, the lord he served was Birdwin of Thundercastle, and that he was certainly not interested in a place that could be attacked by orcs at any time, but they did not return to Thundercastle immediately after the wedding feast, but went to the Norman capital of the Highlands to meet their king.

The royal capital of the Norman Highlands is located in the center of the due north region of the mainland, and it is not ordinary far away from the White Tower, and since it is the royal capital, it is naturally not lacking in power and wealth.

Mei Mi felt that she would definitely find a place there.

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