- Radish?

- Beet, says the lich, you don't need to be more ignorant than a goblin, for it seems to me that you are so stupid that you are about to go to heaven.

It looks like a carrot, the soul of the other world muttered in his heart, the same fluffy green leaves, the same round and large purple-red tubers, from the outside, you can almost imagine the crisp and spicy taste, but as long as you cut them, the inside is like the rings of a tree, the deep red and snow-white stripes clearly show the difference between the two crops.

But it is an indisputable fact that the beet field is very similar to the turnip field, and it is a turnip field of another dimension.

Elves don't deliberately "plant" Crops, they only remember where there is a cloak of the sweetest and juiciest Rubus roses, or where a bush of smut currants always produces the densest fruits, and although they make honey from the sap of the linden trees, they never deliberately transplant the linden saplings where they should not grow, and if a big tree falls, they just wait quietly for the moss and new saplings to fill the space left by it, and the souls of the other world have only seen the sweet potato fields of the serfs outside Thundercastle, where they catch wild boars with Berdwin, and to be honest, the land can hardly be said to have been carefully cared for, at least as far as Cremar is concernedThe chaotic field that had been infested by wild boars was not much different from the rest of the place, the branches of sweet potatoes crawled between thorns and rocks, there were no ridges, no soil, and no ditches to drain them, but these could be seen on the side islands.

I don't know if it's because the new owner of the side island came to investigate, the beets were taken care of cleanly, the dark green branches and leaves were more neat and intact than the cloth around the waist of the "bridle head", the "bridle heads" cleaned a few beetroots in the clear water, cut them open for the new owner to see, each section is the size of a baby's face, the texture is clear, inherited from the blood of the elves can make Cremar clearly smell the unique sweet smell of beets. Not only the tuber, but even the leaves are also permeated with honey, the elf Kerry Ben didn't mind leaning down, lifting half of it, and using his "starlight" to cut off a thin slice to eat, the soul of the other world immediately came over, and took a slice from Kerryben, and the beets were eaten directly, especially the beets used to squeeze sugar did not taste very good, and the juice had a thick earthy smell. The palate is also slightly rough.

- Soak it in the water for a while, and the earthy smell won't be so strong, said the lich.

Otherworldly souls expressed horror - how do you know this?

- There was a time when I ate everything I could eat, and the former immortal said calmly,

The soul of the other world frowned in annoyance, the identity of the cohabitant had always bothered him, because the other party had used palace several times to describe the residence of his biological father, and in this plane, the word palace was not used by everyone, but equally. He also knew from a few words that the original owner of the body had been reduced to the point of being a beggar, and although he had mentioned that his father's servants had taken care of him until he was fourteen years old, if it was a kind of care to make the person in his care so hungry that he went into the corner of the courtyard to pick wild berries to eat, then the word might have been read as care but as abuse or surveillance.

Some humans may be ashamed to speak of their humble past. But the former immortal didn't care, the reason why he kept his mouth shut about most people was just to ensure that his true identity was not revealed, and this was obviously more suitable for wearing a white robe than a black robe, not to mention that the outsiders in the red robe and the gray robe had a soft heart. The Lich has realized that he has always been tolerant of people, but he will always give back to the weak, and let his heels touch the last line.

- Your slave should know that, too. But they probably didn't expect their new owners to be so ...... Well, without any details, the lich reminded - well, whatever the number is.

- Numbers?

-- They should be whipped no less than ten times, or they would be scared to death.

The otherworldly soul tried, finding that he couldn't speak, and then he turned to Kerryben, "?"

Kerry looked down at the "brins", the sun scorched their bare backs, the whip marks on their backs were like cracks in the bark of a tree, their faces pressed against the ground, the ranger could not see their expressions at the moment, but the fear of death hit the elves' keen perception like the tide before a storm, and he knew that he had inadvertently made a mistake that caused these "brins" Offering dirty, unprocessed food to their masters and their guests, although their intention was only to show their new owners how luscious and attractive the beets they grow, in any case, the masters and guests could not make mistakes, and only the slaves made mistakes, and this crime befell them, and they might be relegated to "skillful hands" or "cows and horses".

No, Dada said in his heart that these "brins" would only be hanged.

"Go on," the otherworldly soul said suddenly, "and today's trip has just begun. He said as if nonchalantly, "As for their faults, I have a companion who is extremely good and fond of punishment, and I think I can leave the job to him, Gülen?"

"Yes," said the thief at once, "I have a means beyond the imagination of these fools—I am glad to serve you, my lord," and the thief's falcon-like eyes fixed on Dada, "It is my pleasure. ”

"They belong to you. Dada said, bending down deeply.

Before that, Kerry had seen Cremar wink at Glenn, so the elf hid his smile behind the beetroot, he was almost certain that the thieves would be very, very busy next, and that he would not have time to punish a few "bridles", and Cremar had said that he was a guest and not a mercenary or servant, and that as a eunuch, Dada had no right to accuse or order him.

The cunning Glenn might put this opportunity on hold until they leave or for longer- In this team, Baldwin is a friend of Kerryben, Leona is Birdwin's lover, and Memmy is infatuated with Baldwin, although Glenn is excellent in skill and quick mind, but because of his profession and background, he is jealous of the Elf Ranger and Baldwin, they may not despise or hate Glenn, anyway, they have traveled all the way, but to say that they have to trust him, I am afraid it will be a long time later, so the thief did not hesitate to choose the mage, although this mage is also the main reason for his exile from the guild, but Cremar unexpectedly gets along with him, Kerry thought, maybe because of Cremar's kind relationship, few people will not like him.

Since the master said so, it was impossible for Dada to overstep his bounds, not to mention that Gülen had warned him, so they made sure that their itinerary would not be changed in any way.

It should be mentioned that, in contrast to the small island they had seen, the territory of the Ninth Son, an island resembling a footless lizard, the shape of the side island resembled a humpback whale on the surface, with a broad, fat head towering to the north, and a tail fin hidden in the warm waters on the south side, the fortress of the successive lords was located in the whale's blowhole, in the center of the Eye of the Goddess, on a huge rock, surrounded by abundant fresh water, and connected to the outside world only by a delicate drawbridge. According to Dada, the lake, which may be connected to the water elemental plane, was nearly 3,000 feet above sea level, and the rock on which the fortress was located was 4,500 feet above sea level, and the slaves, under the command of the mage, chiseled the rocks and built ditches to direct cold, clean water to most of the side islands, which not only served as irrigation, but also cooled the land so that the beet tubers would not rot and deteriorate due to the high temperature.

"The highlands are always colder than the plains, and there is wind. Carriben said that there were not many towering trees in their place, and that the wild sea breeze was not a little hindered here, and that they went straight through the hair and skirts of the people, and that the slender ones might be blown away - the low walls of stone that the slaves had built up to defend themselves against the precious (compared to them) sugar beet, which might have been somewhat protected from the growth of the beets, but the leaves were brushed diagonally to one side, looking like a group of children in green shirts doing radio gymnastics, which looked quite interesting.

What was familiar to the soul of the other world was that he actually saw terraced fields, yes, like the kind of terraced fields that you often see in computer desktop pictures, they stretched outward in a circle around the Eye of the Poseidon, making the entire southern part of the side island look like a large beetroot rhizome.

They walked down the whale's back, and the slaves carrying the palanquin walked smoothly on the grass and mossy ramp, as if in a smooth corridor, and they were one of the few slaves who could bathe in fresh water and have access to spices, but this kind of privilege could not be enjoyed for a long time, because the spices they used were mixed with fat, which were used to clog the pores to prevent sweat from spilling and producing a foul smell, so they often died of fever, and the loss was the greatest of all the slaves who could get close to their masters.

If Cremar had known, he might have refused, but to no avail, for even if they were on foot or on horseback, the slaves carrying the palanquin would have to follow, or if the master was going to use the palanquin, would he have to wait for them to slowly follow?

All the elves could do was to stop from time to time, to reduce the speed at which weight and the scorching heat of the sun were building up in their bodies, but then their speed naturally slowed down, but here time was not as important as it was when they fled, and they had only reached the first port when the magical galaxy had once again crossed the sky, where snow-white tents had been erected, the same as they had used when they first arrived on the side island, or better yet, for there happened to be a few well-informed merchants who had come to ask to meet the new owner of the side island. (To be continued.) )