Author's Note:

Answering a small question that has kept my readers on its mind, without spoilers-

What is a white-skinned multi-tumor melon? It is a strange fruit that I made based on the plant in reality, but the reference is almost no different from the imaginary creation, but the peel has changed from golden yellow to white, in reality, this fruit is called golden bell, also called leper grapes, I can only find seeds when I go to Taobao to check, but there are pictures, the flesh inside is indeed bloody, and the sweetness is also very strange, I occasionally ate it when I was a child, and it is always unforgettable.

Ps: The Quicksilver Golem is derived from Director Ken in the Lucky E Master-Servant Group in FZ and the liquid robot in the Terminator, yes, it's Wolverine that grows claws, and as for shooting crossbow arrows, that's Franklin of the Phantom Brigade in Full-Time Hunters.

Body:

In the year of chaos, in September, in the Longhuo Islands - the side islands.

To the King of the Silver-Crowned Forest, Venerable Ingwe:

Omitted......

Just yesterday, my dearest father, the Dragonfire Islands entered their hottest and furious months. As I write to you, I have had to rotate the louvers of the long windows so that they tilt so that they can no longer be tilted, leaving only small voids, instead of opening all the doors and windows as before—the sea breeze is still strong, but it is scorched by the red sun, like the air that floats on lava, and when it pounces on you, it is like a colorless flame rushing down your throat - The water had also become warmer, or more accurately, a little hot, with a suffocating mist steaming on the water, and I had to dive twenty feet below to feel the shade, but the people here said it was the right temperature for coral growth, and it was a good time to build a reef.

They would mix sand with volcanic ash and add gum to shape the base of the reef. The pedestals were almost all gray and white, and at first they were only square or round, but now they are shaping them into the shape of various animals and plants, and there are some human figures among them, and father, I found a statue pedestal that is said to be fabricated in your image. About three times as tall as yours, it is already covered with bush-like sea cypresses, which are pale purple-red, but at the end of "your" robe is a small clump of milky white bubble coral with golden spots, which is only as small as my arms, but there are already several colorful small fish and a fluff of young shrimp hidden in it, and at your feet hides a tan squid, which emits a large puff of black smoke after I alarm it, and it should be glad that I don't need to survive by the sea, otherwise it might be caught. Squid is the main ingredient for dyes and ink, and it tastes great when baked - the statue doesn't resemble yours, but it's so vibrant, but unfortunately you can't see it with your own eyes.

Deeper, I also found some canal shells, shells that seemed to be visible only to the Dragonfire Islands, where the slaves were able to draw from the tendons they used to connect the two fan shells from a silk thicker than silk, which would sparkle like gold. It is as light as air, and tougher than iron or steel wire. Only Mithril could match it, and lords and lords' sons would wear loose robes made of them on formal occasions, and Dada, the eunuch of Cremar, referred to it as a tradition, and now he was busy urging his slaves to make Cremar's clothes, which were done by the "skilful hands" of the slaves. The work of cutting tendons from live canals was unimaginably difficult, and they often had blood on their hands, because the drawn silk had to be long enough to be spun into thread, so they had to cut as long as possible.

But these slaves were lucky, because they could carry the cold canal shells in their arms. Working in the sea (because the dryness and heat would kill the canals), and the slaves, whom they called "cattle and horses", even in this sweltering heat that would make the blood boil, they still had to work tirelessly, and slaves died every moment, and Cremar tried to change the situation, but he soon discovered that the slaves who were ordered to stop working would bite each other like irrational creatures, causing more casualties.

The frustration was inevitable, but it didn't last long, and Cremar had been preparing to alleviate or cure the adverse effects of "tobacco" and secret medicine on humans since he arrived on the side islands...... He was busy all day long, and even had fewer opportunities to dine with us, and now he had the most contact with the dwarfs and the eunuchs.

(After that, there are a few marks of scraping, and it can be seen that Kerry has made changes here)

I don't know what to say to you, because Cremar's actions are purely out of his sincere and pure heart, and not for other ulterior or evil purposes—Cremar never hides anything from me, so I know everything he does, and father, if it weren't Cremar standing there, but a red-robed warlock or a gray-robed necromancer, I wouldn't be surprised at his actions, and it was their duty and hobby to blaspheme and play with life.

But it was Cremar, and he would never be accustomed to watching an innocent life quietly pass away, even if it was his enemies, he never tortured them, ridiculed them, he was full of respect and love for life, which is the consensus of all of us, but here the other side of his appearance struck me with horror - No, dear Father, my guide, I am not afraid of Cremar, but of the gnomes, who are more inclined to darkness than light, and who are not afraid to do any evil thing, but they do have knowledge and experience beyond the reach of ordinary spellcasters, who can make golems out of flesh and blood, who can forge weapons out of their souls, and who have the wisdom stones that can enchant powerful mages like Antonio or Alva.

What I fear is that they will let Cremar sink into the trap they have created, and I can't even isolate them, because they are working for Cremar, making a new limb for our mutual friend Berdwin that is more dexterous and strong than the original arm, I don't know if I should stop them, but I also hope that Baldwin can regain his arm, he is a warrior, the beloved of the princess, and he will eventually return to the Highlands Norman. Returning to Castle Thunder, even worse, he may stand in a more exalted position.

So, I'm sorry, Father, but I can't leave here for a while. Baldwin's prosthetic leg will be completed in September next year, and I'll be back to Grey Ridge with Cremar once after that, hoping that Grey Ridge will calm his mind again. Maybe add a white face?

As for the rest of the group, Baldwin was recovering well, except for the arm that couldn't grow, and he was a little restless by the long and tedious examination and testing, but the princess Leona was always by his side, and his soldiers and knights—the soldiers and families who had been banished by Dylan Donclay and the new Norman king—had arrived—and there were no elders over fifty, and no children under ten years old. Even women were scarce, and Cremar placed them around the fort, and when they became familiar with the environment and climate of the side islands, some of them would be stationed in each of the three ports on the side islands.

During this time, we were attacked five more times. Three times as pirates, twice as mercenaries, but fortunately with Norman soldiers, Gavin and Cremar were present, and none of these attacks resulted in casualties. In the past two months, they seem to have died down. Or maybe we're tired of this kind of tentative attack, maybe tomorrow, or maybe next week, we will have a real enemy.

Our thief, cursed by the god of death, Glenn has been roaming the taverns and inns of the three ports since last week. With the rune seal that Cremar gave him, if it weren't for that, he would have lost his life long ago, Glenn is a cunning and agile thief, but as a mixed dragon and dragon in the Dragonfire Islands. He can hardly be said to be the strongest, not to mention that sometimes he has to face more than one enemy.

Finally, Frå's priest, Memmy, Cremar promised to build her a temple of Flo, the temple was completed, and Cremar and Gavin used Coral Growth to build her a coral floating island of nine circular rooms held together.

Pink coral floating island......

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Kerriben suddenly put down his pen and stood up, he could feel a strange, cold wind running through all the rooms.

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"Seriously," the spellcaster said softly, "I was really a little surprised, I didn't expect you to be the first to notice this little secret," he casually said, the burning flame was extinguished instantly, the liquid in the glass test tube stopped boiling, he pinched the top end of it (didn't mind the heat that could almost burn the skin of ordinary people), and inserted it back into the metal shelf, "I thought it would be Kerryben." ”

"The sharpness of the elves' eyes is unmatched in this plane," the thief stared at the mage's hands that had been put back in their wide sleeves, trying not to back away in fear, "It's a pity that they are always blinded by their own hearts, or they still have ears, and they can't face the darkness, let alone get to the root of it. ”

"Wisdom," said the lich slowly, "what makes you dare to confront me?" I think is only stupidity. ”

"Wait!" cried the thief, who took a step back and raised his hands to show them to the lich. "I don't mean to disobey you, my lord, my lord, I just want to serve you better! A mortal's power is meager, but a guild is different!gold, intelligence, spellcasting materials, and everything else you need...... It will flow into your hands without any energy or time you need to spend on it - you will have more tools for the best and more docile of the gods, and the gnomes and slaves will not be able to walk and do anything outside of the Dragonfire Islands, and the knights and soldiers will be loyal, but they will not be loyal to you!"

"Uh-oh-oh...... the former undead exclaimed mockingly, "It's hard to imagine that there is such a ...... by my side Surprise guy -- what do you think I'm going to do?"

"I only hope to be able to satisfy you, my esteemed host. "But I don't fully grasp your wishes," said the thief, in a humble tone, "and I can only guess," he whispered, "based on your previous actions...... Berdwin, there's another...... The needs of adults are not worthy of your attention......" He secretly raised his eyes to peep into the caster's expression, the room was very well lit, Gülen should have been able to see the caster's face in this situation, but he could only see a line of white jaw, and most of the caster's body was shrouded in shadows, which could be a shadow caused by magic, so that mortals could not penetrate.

“...... I must say," said the former undead, "your suspicions are not unfounded, dear Glenn, my little thief, you are wise and observant. He moved, sat down, and an invisible servant served his mage master a bright red drink, and then, at the caster's motion, Gülen was also given a cup - the crimson drink was smooth and sticky, and the mouth of the cup was filled with a sweet aroma, like half-congealed blood, but Gülen only sniffed lightly and knew that it was just a melon pulp of a white-skinned melon, stirred with crushed ice and a delicate smoothie, with lemon juice and basil powder, and it tasted sweet and sour, and extremely delicious.

"And you're almost going to move me. The lich smiled softly, "A thief's guild...... What a lovely ambition, and indeed able to satisfy the needs of many people, including a spellcaster. ”

"It's yours. Glenn hurriedly said, "It's like I belong to you, too." ”

"Nominally, Glenn," the lich picked up a bunch of blue-purple berries and placed it in the light to examine it carefully, "No, even nominally, I can't have a Thieves' Guild, so...... Glenn, you can be a good merchant if you don't be a thief, because you're trying to make the most profit with the least cost - you're going to get a thief's guild, and you have to pay almost nothing. ”

Then there was a very brief silence, perhaps only a few breaths, but Gülen found it difficult to breathe, and he clenched the silver cup, which left a deep, twisted imprint.

"Well," the lich clapped his hands suddenly, "as you wish, Glenn, you'll have a guild." He moved the polymorphic juice to his lips, "As long as we can solve a small problem." ”

For a moment ecstasy took over the thief's mind, he knew that this lord was not as weak and amorous as the other, but he was not going to rebel against a little man like Gülen, and the thief's ears were ringing, and he finally managed to grasp his tongue: "What is the problem?" he asked, guessing that maybe a contract or something would have to be signed.

So when a silver rope was wrapped around his neck, the expression on his face was still full of joy - and before he could turn this joy into pure fear, the string was rapidly tightened at the command of its master, it was so slender and so tenacious, that in an instant it completely strangled Gülen's neck - and the thief's head fell off his shoulder.

The former undead watched with expression as Gülen's body gradually lost its temperature and became stiff, and in a moment the body shattered into crimson sand, and then, as each time, the small wind from the mourning wasteland blew the sand up, and they condensed and re-solidified into Gülen's body—and then, a painful, difficult breath.

Glenn opened his eyes, he remembered seeing his own back, and he smiled wryly, it was a rare lesson. (To be continued.) )