It was the first time in every sense of the word that an extremely important decision had been made for him by an otherworldly soul, not a lich, or Kerry himself. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Even if he hadn't looked at the others, knowing that a large part of their attention was on him, he could certainly have asked Mitkot to speak as he had done before, but from then on, people might be more willing to listen to Mitkot, even if it was him and not Mitkot.

The thought process was short, as short as a little fire bursting in the darkness, and he said in a haughty and a little weary, but much milder than that of the Grenada, "I remember you, Mullen, but when I met you, you seemed to be a Norman of the Highlands. ”

A smile appeared on Mullen's lips: "Yes, Your Highness, I am still a Norman, but my mentor is working for Grenada, and I always follow her. ”

The Grey-robed Lady didn't wait for Cremar to look away, then moved her hand to her shoulder and nodded briefly. She's not weak, but the black-haired spellcaster still has the identity of a dragonborn, and Grenada has a saying that the humblest dragonborn is better than the wisest human, and although it is not engraved on the stone tablet or the copper bar, it is deeply engraved in everyone's heart - the gray robe can make her qualified to stand shoulder to shoulder with most of the dragonborn, but this is only when there is no conflict between the two, not to mention that Cremar is still a prince.

"Come to me," said Cremar, "I have something to ask you." He didn't ask Mullen at all, or what Mentor Mullen meant—the Grey-robed Lady moved slightly, but she endured it, Mullen was only a disciple, not a Grenada—the Son of the Red Dragon's request did not threaten her magic and life, and it was a foolish thing to upset such a noble man for Mullen's sake.

After Mullen was taken down by one of Larry's servants, it seemed as if no one had heard or seen this funny episode except for the one missing person behind the Grey Robe, but it was believed that some people would still put it in their memories as an interesting piece of information - more precious and delicious food was sent - First there were fluffy and tough pancakes, wrapped in meat cut from nested roasts, and poured with lemon juice and honey, of course, dinosaurs and petrified lizards would not be eaten, even deer and goats were abandoned, and people only tasted the meat of rabbits and pigeons; then there was a kind of water vegetable that could only grow in dark and clear fresh water, and I don't know how many slaves had to drown in the underground tunnels that did not see the light of day in order to pick this water dish, but it was really sweet and refreshing to eat; stewed rice, the soul of the other world was the first time to eat rice, and the rice of Grenada was similar to the long-grain fragrant rice of another plane, a little hard, and the fragrance was strongThe lamb mixed with the rice was so tender that it didn't even need to be used for teeth—if the lich were awake now, he might have been a wicked reminder to the delicious little thief that the lamb could only come from the lambs that had not yet been born. The butcher disembowels open the bellies of the ewes about to give birth and drag out the lambs, which have grown curly fur but have not yet been able to open their eyes to see this cruel world, and let out a weak bleating lamb fetus and the blood, milk, and rice of the ewes are boiled together, which is the favorite staple food of the Grenada people.

And the blood wine, the blood of each Grenada was dripping into the wine glass, whether the base wine was honey or ale, the sweet smell of blood overwhelmed all the tastes that the tongue could taste, and the soul of the other world put down the pure gold wine glass, perhaps because considering his relationship with Grenada, the tableware today was very ordinary, even if each of them could be exchanged for a hundred, a thousand slaves on the black market, but it did not have the special embellishment from humans and humanoids that the red robes liked- Some people may be upset by this, but who is the owner here? it is the cunning Larry, who certainly could not let his feast go so wrong, and after splitting the heart of a narwhal with his own hands (every piece of flesh that was delivered to the guests was still beating in pain), he took out a very small jar, so small that Larry's fat palm could completely wrap it up, but when Larry unscrewed the lid of the jar, the red robes and the only gray robe couldn't help but take a deep breath - It's a scent that all spellcasters know and love.

"You're a damn old dog," said Mitkot, "and you still have Snowmi." ”

"Newest and all," said Larry, "I commissioned a thief, but it was a long time ago, when the Silvercrown Jungle was not yet closed - I didn't expect him to be able to put off this simple task for so long, perhaps because he wanted to get more money, anyway, I didn't get what I should have gotten until three days ago." ”

"So did he get more money?" asked a warlock in a loud voice.

"Got it," Larry said, "though maybe he didn't like it the way he got it." ”

"Did you melt the gold coins down his throat," said the other warlock, "or press the bag with the gold coins against his chest?" his eyes flashed with an evil light, and the Grenadians were always in high spirits when talking about such things.

"It should be more like the former," Larry said, "and we can take a look at my latest collection if you like." He snapped his fingers, and the servants quickly brought out the so-called latest collection, a statue that could be named Pain and Despair - the thief had been fixed by magic or something, and the molten gold poured down from his head, and his flesh was melted away by the hot gold solution, and the solidified gold covered the skull, and the eyes were two slightly sunken caverns, and the mouth was open to the limit, and the white reflection of teeth could be seen. The statue was on the upper body, and the lower part of the statue may have been amputated because it was not necessary to keep it, but his hands, which were connected to the arms imprisoned by gold, were still scratching like worms.

The hands were supposed to be beautiful, elongated, well-jointed, with large palms, but now they looked more like some kind of disgusting monster.

The warlocks discussed the spells needed for the statue with great interest, and some tried to talk to the Grey-robed lady, after all, imprisoning souls is often the Grey-robed people's forte, "It should be...... Another application of the soul shackles," said the gray-robed lady after careful observation, "It's not very complicated, if I have to say, it's that the mage who cast this spell has imprisoned the thief's soul in these hands, so even though he is dead, he can still feel and manipulate these hands," she was careful not to comment, she could also cast this spell, but to modify and transform a spell meant that the mage was at least proficient in a spell that was at least two levels higher than this spell, and knew the principles of it- Larry may not be able to invite such a powerful mage, but it is very likely that it is the former's beloved disciple who casts this spell, so he can learn this spell that is not yet known to more people.

"The venerable mage said that the spell didn't last long," Larry said, "Do you think it's possible for this lowly soul to go to the Mourning Wasteland?"

The Grey-robed Lady glanced quickly at the statue, her hands twisting her fingers, every taut skin and muscle indicating her pain, she didn't speak, just shook her head.

Larry immediately relaxed, looking even a little happy - he stepped down from his seat and distributed the snow honey that was now more precious to each spellcaster, Mittkot and Kremar needless to say, the grey lady was the only one, and the other warlocks were given their fair share - complete satisfaction was impossible, the red-robed people were greedy by nature, and even if Larry poured all the snow honey into one man's cup, he would not be satisfied.

"Let's get the goods. "A warlock-merchant suggested that they were in a hurry to go back and take snow honey and meditate. Everyone agreed—the winged women and cat-eared children quietly retreated, and only a few servants remained.

A warlock took out a small bag of rice from his dimensional bag, translucent rice, shorter than Grenada's rice, but fatter, and a few of Larry put it in his mouth and chewed it, thinking that this rice was okay: "This is Serris's rice," Larry asked, "How many?"

The warlock gestured, and some of the merchants looked surprised, Serris's rice was quite rare in the market—their rulers did not use gold, but white rice as the basis of the whole country—a quantity that could not be obtained by small smuggling, but on the black market, there was an invisible law that did not ask the origin of the goods, so they only took the parchment and wrote the price they were willing to give after a glance - Food is an extremely important material for every country and every region, no one will feel that there is too much food, although there are many places where rice is not a staple food, but when hungry, who will find fault with this?

The Warlock took the parchment and looked at it one by one, many people were willing to sell the goods to the highest bidder, but sometimes, perhaps, he preferred to exchange with some person, or sell someone for a favor, but the Warlock had already made a decision, and Larry became the chosen buyer.

"It's a very good kind of rice. "One of the merchants regretted that he came from a neighboring country, and although he knew that trading with Grenada was tantamount to making a tiger's skin, he was not a king, nor was he a favorite of the king, and he had no right to change the decisions they made, and he could now be said to be half Grenada.

The warlock glanced at him, knowing that he had the heart to ask if he would be able to get such rice in the future, but such a question would not be answered here and now.

"Who's next?" asked Larry. And the merchant who wanted to inquire about the origin of the white rice took out his own sample, a few pieces of wood of different colors and textures, and the other merchants looked at it for a while and gave their own offers, but this time the selected buyer was Larry, and he gave the highest price, the land of Grenada itself is very barren, and wood is also a scarce material. Immediately afterwards, the merchant who took out the stone also chose Larry, and the horses, the craftsmen, the furs, the salt, and the sugar and honey that the Grenada loved were - there was a similar deal in the streets outside, but here in Larry, everyone took out the goods in terms of ships or warehouses.

When it was the turn of the merchants of Grianda, and the warlocks who were also merchants, most of them took out slaves, potions, scrolls, and runes, as well as some packed "miscellaneous items"—the trophies of the army, i.e., swords, armor, gold and precious stones, such as fine furniture, statues, lamps, drapery, tapestries, etc., all of which were unusually cheap, because the merchants had to repair and clean them when they returned Many of the items were stained with blood and internal organs, as well as dents and defects caused by rough dismantling and handling, and some were embroidered and inscribed with coats of arms, which could not be brought to other buyers without treatment. But it must be said that if it is handled well, the benefits obtained by the merchants are at least three times, and sometimes even tenfold.

There was also a sample of the slave, a strong male as well as a female. But in the end, the buyer's retinue will sift through them one by one, and their eyes are as sharp as vultures, like those who are sick, weak, and too old to escape their eyes. There are also some black sheep that may become hidden dangers - those who try to hide their status as knights or lords among slaves, they may be sold for a good price, but they may cause more harm than docile serfs or timid commoners, so such people will also be singled out, and what will happen to them is not a matter for the sellers and their retinues to worry about.

Magic-related things are the most expensive commodity, but compared to other places, the price of these things has become extraordinarily amiable, especially the runes that can be used by ordinary people, and like food, they are also things that only feel too little and not too much.

The transactions were carried out quickly, and there was no possibility or need for bargaining, and after a brief silence in the courtyard, Mittkot stood up.

Everyone looked at him.

"I have a Chimera," he said, "but I want to be able to exchange, not trade." (To be continued.) )