Seventy or eighty years ago, this small village, known as "Cave Corner", had only four families and twenty-seven people, and could only be called a settlement. The old people used to say that they had migrated from the south, only because their lord had suddenly become brutal and insane, and young and strong men and women had been recruited into the castle by him, and never returned, and someone had seen in his castle a spellcaster in red robes, with a snake with two heads and wings perched on his shoulders. A well-informed, good-natured bard told them that the fellow was a red-robed, an evil and powerful warlock who nurtured the devil, and he warned the villagers that if this situation persisted, they would have to try to escape—the red-robed desire would never end.

The villagers hesitated for a while, they were called free men, but they belonged to the lord after all, and if they escaped, they were likely to be hanged or sentenced to slavery if they were captured, and if they succeeded, they would be reduced to landless and propertyless vagrants until the stewards began to take away their children and babies. They fled here because the Normans of the Highlands had a vast land and a sparse population, and some unwanted outcasts could be sheltered and accepted here, and there was a lot of unclaimed land for them to cultivate. The fugitive commoners took up residence here, and when their population was more than double digits, an old man, who had the good fortune of learning numeracy and reading and writing with the bard, went out to the edge of a village, and after much ordeal he finally met the steward of the village, who reported the matter to the lord of the lord. A few days later, he took two knights to make a detailed inquiry and read out the lord's orders (mainly the taxes and rents to be paid in this new village, and some small bits and pieces).

That's how they lived. With the death of the first generation, the later ones have almost forgotten that they came from the south, and only when they rushed to the market did they get into trouble because of the language barrier, but even the local residents were inevitably faced with such problems, and only the royal family, nobles, spellcasters, wealthy merchants, and all kinds of professions had access to the opportunity to learn to read and write, and the lingua franca was not as common as it was in the literal sense. Cities or 100 households with more than 1,000 people are a little better. But in the middle of nowhere, it's not uncommon for one village to call bread "papa" and another to call it "quack".

The lord certainly wouldn't want to see a bunch of stupid civilians disregard his orders under the pretext that they couldn't understand, so in a small village like this. You can often meet the priest, who may be from Ilmot, or Merrikai, or more likely Idas. Or followers of other good or neutral gods - under normal circumstances. They were almost only slightly better than mortals, sometimes they were apprentices who couldn't even perform healing spells, and the powerful priests who were favored by the gods were in the temple or enshrined in their castles by kings and lords - there were no dragons or demons in these little villages, and in case, I say, if there were, then he could run to the steward for help. The gold coins that the lord gives to the mage and the temple every year are not for gratitude—he is burdened with many positions, such as pharmacist, overseer, judge (and sometimes a puff of sour plums). Sometimes two birds' eggs), a mentor (if he can find a clever child), and most importantly a translator, translating to the villagers what the steward, the bard, and the passing merchant said incomprehensibly, and then telling the villagers' demands and supplications.

So Kerry stood only for a moment at the edge of the village, and after a few peasants hurried back, he was greeted by a priest from Ilmot.

Except for the white robe that hung over his body, several inches shorter than the usual priest's robes, and the gray belt tied around his waist, this middle-aged man with gray hair, rough skin, and thick joints could hardly see any difference from the peasants, and he stared at the elf for a long time, always hesitating, as if he wanted to run back to his room and take out a book to compare it properly, and when the elf bowed to him, he stiffly and slowly returned a simple, and erroneous chest stroke.

Fortunately, he still spoke the lingua franca fluently and clearly, and the elf thought that it would take a lot of effort to get into the village, and then he would have to try to gain some trust from the wary villagers in order to get a temporary respite—but when he told the priest of Ilmort that he was a ranger, the priest with a stern face began to ask if he had any companions.

"Yes," said Kerryben, "four, but we ran into some dangerous enemies along the way, so one of them was wounded, and that's why we needed help." ”

There seemed to be an imperceptible disappointment in the priest's eyes, but he quickly got rid of the bad mood that he should not have for a follower of Ilmot: "You can live in my house," he said, "I have grown a lot of herbs, and maybe you can use some of them." ”

"Thanksgiving. The elf said, though he had sensed that the whole thing would not be so simple.

As they followed the priest of Ilmut into the village, they were watched by children and women, although they were far away, and the children put their fingers in their mouths and bit with relish, as if they had taken the strangers for imaginary sweets.

It was a small village of about thirty households, and about three feet from the ground were irregular stones of gray and yellow color, covered with moss, and snails crawling unhurriedly, leaving a damp mark of dark green;

The priest's house also served as the church of Ilmot, which could not even be described as rudimentary in the mouths of some of the more acerbic people than Cremar had seen before, Rosada's, Gredi's, or even Flo's. It was a blasphemy - it was just a room, the walls were inlaid with transparent glass the size of a human head, and the sunlight cast on the floor. A bright circle was formed, and in the circle was a finely polished root, and on the smooth section was enshrined a small statue of the god, only the tip of Mei Mi's middle finger was as high as her elbow, and it was also made of wood, and the dress was simple and the lines were rough. But none of that mattered, everyone who stepped into this room was struck by the look of the idol, which was like the face of an ordinary young man. Only deep love and unending compassion speak of the root of all the good works that he and his followers are committed to.

Kerry bowed deeply to the idol respectfully, with the most formal etiquette of any elf, followed by Berdwin. Cremar performed a mage's ceremony. Glenn and Plum Millet bowed their heads as well.

The priest of Ilmot led them into his room, which had two large wooden windows, which were opened to be very bright, and the fresh air and pleasant wind could enter, and the room was paved with stone slabs, the floor was spotless, the walls were white, and there was a triangular table in the corner.

There is only one bed. The elf looked, "We can live in the woods," and he said to Cremar, "Here is for Berdwin." As for Glenn and Plum ......," he asked the priest, "can you find them a spare room? ”

"I will," said the priest, "two houses, two rooms, I think I can find one—you had better not live in the woods." ”

"There's a bear there," said the thief, "and we already know it." ”

Cremar smiled.

"Not a bear," said the priest after a pause, "I don't know if you've come across a big, white bat?"

"Oh. The thief said.

"Encountered. The elf said, "But they are only fruit bats, and they live on berries and young leaves." ”

"Not now," said the priest, "they drink blood and eat flesh." ”

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The royal capital of the Normans.

The day after the tower fell, Dylan unexpectedly saw a man in the pile of broken bricks and rubble that he thought was thousands of miles away.

"Mentor?" he hurried over and saluted his mentor, who did not return the salute, but waved his hand nonchalantly to indicate that he had noticed him - he wore a black cloak that reached to his feet, covering the red robe that looked like it was soaked in blood, and he even pulled up his hood, but on his shoulders hovered the little demon with two heads, spread his wings, and constantly hissed and spitted out his tongue.

All the servants who searched for precious things in the ruins of the tower were far away from him, and an idiot had tried not to distance himself from a red-robed warlock in the first place, he had his eyes gouged out by the Animos, and he was still crying silently in pain among the rubble.

Dylan's mentor, and Demon's mentor, searched and observed the tower's original place inch by inch, his fingers swaying slightly, the wind of magic blowing the air, and a bone-deep chill piercing through Dylan's long copper hair.

"How many spells did I cast just now?" the red-robed warlock asked suddenly.

"Three. Dylan replied without hesitation, the correct answer, the mentor said in his heart, but he was not very satisfied, the apprentices in the outside world were always a bit stupid and dull, if it was in his tower, those apprentices who were destined to be a red-robed or red-robed test subject would answer incorrectly, so that his mentor could punish him logically, otherwise, why would he ask such a simple question?

But Dylan Donclay was better than Demont of the White Tower, and even he couldn't help but vomit at the thought of Demon, what kind of monster was this? Even a toad was smarter than him, a stone was softer than him, a sword was sleek compared to him, and as far as the Mentor knew, Demon's wife had been in secret with Asmodeus, who had been dragged half-dead by his stupid master, and she was raising the little devil, and the little devil was raising her. The Mentor could be said to be eager to sip the evil wine they had brewed together - so that he would not have to face the former disciple - it was not a bad thing for the White Tower to have a smarter master, even though the new master might have half the blood of the elves, but her heart was filled with half of the blood of the humans, and the Mentor was willing to give her more and more correct teachings and instructions.

"Do you know what I'm looking at?" the mentor asked a second question, but it didn't need to be answered by Dylan, "I'm looking at what that cute little mage is doing - oh, I kind of doubt he's not a mage." ”

"Not a mage?" Dylan asked in surprise, "but how can an elf allow a warlock to walk by his side and call him his friend, and he's still a half-elf!"

The Mentor scoffed, "Elven tolerance is something you can hardly imagine, just as narrow-minded as they are. ”

He toe away a stone, the effect of magic gone, but the re-condensed texture still allowed the experienced warlock to find its traces.

"Tell me," he said, "Dylan, what would you do if you were to stand in the shoes of that little mage and want to escape the capital?"

"I'm going to set a fire," said Dylan, who had already considered the issue, "or a plague, depending on whether the recourse in the royal capital was urgent." ”

"He cast an illusion first," said the Mentor, "and we have all guessed that the puppies that were released were very bold, and that any caster of spells would be revealed when they passed by them and glanced down at the right time." And then there's this tower......"

"I suspect he used a spell," Dylan interjected boldly, uttering the name of the spell, "It caused the ground to crack and the tower to collapse." ”

"Not only that," said the Mentor, and though he was a little upset, he decided to finish what he had to say: "Look here, he used more than just one spell, but probably several scrolls - there must have been two or three fossils of sand, and he lifted the stone bricks on the ground, and what was underneath, it was dirt, and then he turned this dirt into a swamp, no, it wasn't enough, there was an elf by his side, and he had the elf give birth to plants, a kind of thwart with a strong vitality," He pointed to his disciple at a blackened branch: "It has been burned and withered, but at that time it was able to wrap around the whole tower, did you ever think that a thorn nearly a hundred feet tall would have such a thick and well-developed root system?--You should remember that I had you do a little experiment, remember the seed, how easily it lifted its skull? And it was just the seed of a bean-you should remember that I had you do a little experiment? The root system of thorns has ruined the foundation of the tower, and well, another fool has used fire and cooling spells in a row, causing the stone bricks to crack - so can anyone stop it from collapsing?"

And besides," he added indifferently, "the Norman kings should have the dwarves build the twelve towers, and though the stinking bearded gnomes were annoying, at least they would keep the base at the same length as the tower." (To be continued......)

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