Fouquet looked up, and this time his eyes did not sting, and the noble woman's countenance, which had been obscured by a grayish-black mist, bent his knees, and saluted with a respectful manner that even the old or new king of the Highland Normans had not seen—his mother was not a Norman of the Highlands, but his father had met her at the bottom of a remote and barren valley, and he was deeply bewitched by her, and insisted on marrying her, despite the opposition of the king and his relatives. No one knew how he convinced them, except that the lords of Fouquet's father had a wife overnight, a wife who was incredibly beautiful and wealthy.

But unlike other aristocratic women, she is like a sleeping dragon, always entrenched in her castle, never inviting others and never accepting other people's invitations, even the invitations of the nobles and knights were ignored, and later people knew that she had a large chamber of commerce, and their curiosity about her gradually faded, and after more than ten years, people began to whisper again- Because of her unchanging beauty, they suspected that she had received some unknown "help" from the casters with whom she had been close friends, but the day after Faucet's father died, she also died, and all the secrets sank deep underground with the mud and sand that fell. Although she is still mentioned occasionally, it is almost always because of the huge Chamber of Commerce that still walks the continent, which was her dowry, and she gave it to her son Fouquet, who then gave it to his illegitimate son, Dylan Donclay, after becoming Chancellor of the Exchequer of Highland Norman.

This chamber of commerce is like a huge monster, in addition to warriors and mercenaries, there are also spellcasters who can make the lord of a nation envious, they wield strong force to run rampant in this dangerous plane, no thief guild dares to plunder or extort them, no lord dares to appear in their path with his knights, the king and the grand duke have to sign one monopoly after another. Even the orcs shy away from their ranks, causing the money they gathered to grow and swell like a damp dough wallowing in breadcrumbs.

But Fouquet knew that a large part of the gold collected by the Chamber of Commerce was unknown, and that the rest could only keep the Chamber of Commerce functioning normally, and this began when he accepted the Chamber of Commerce - where did it go? On the night he questioned the head of the Chamber of Commerce, his mother, who he thought had been buried with his father, appeared in his room, as it was today.

Fouquet's mother was not what people thought she was, but she had a cold personality. The unsociable eccentric, in fact, when Fouquet was still very young, discovered that his mother was almost never in his room, and that she would only show up when she felt the need to appear, as this time was.

Cold fingers pinched his face, very soft and intimate, like every mother kneading her child's face. Just ...... "I'm disappointed, Fouquet, I thought you were going to change at least a little, but I have to say it." You are still the most fragile and incompetent of my children. ”

Fouquet thought that he was no longer the child who would be deeply hurt by his mother's words, but his slightly trembling body betrayed him - and he could be said to have done everything to keep himself from crying in despair and in vain to confirm his mother's words: "But also the most loyal one." He said with a trembling voice.

The woman shook her head gently, "There is no such thing as loyalty or betrayal with me," she said, "only uselessness and usefulness." ”

"I'll do everything you need me to do. Mother. Fouquet hurriedly said: "Whether it was before, now, or in the future." ”

"I hope so," she said. "But you have a soft heart, and it worries me. ”

Fouquet felt only a sharp pain, and when he looked down, his ribcage was cut open by an invisible claw, and the blood soaked his satin coat and bodysuit, his skin and muscles stretched out to the sides like blooming flowers, and his ribs opened like long, white pistils, piercing into the air, and the slender, white hand reached into his ribcage and grasped the hot heart, which was still beating tenaciously even when it was removed.

"What a human heart," the woman murmured, "so weak, so humble, and yet so ...... Interesting. Rudely, she shoved her heart back behind her ribs, pulling at the cracked flesh like she had pulled at the placket of her clothes, and watched helplessly as they healed slowly, an injury like this, if it had been placed on her other children, might have healed before she could have replaced the heart, or rather, their bodies would not have been so tender. The bottomless abyss was below, she didn't expect that the human male could actually make her pregnant, since her life was ancient to a certain extent, it was like a kind of law constraint, only the strongest male dragon could allow her to conceive offspring, and the others, even the descendants with the most dragon blood could not be mixed, but even such a weak human male could actually make himself the father of a dragon blood, she gave birth to Fukai out of curiosity, but unfortunately, maybe the law patted her head and remembered her again, this child was born mutilated, although he has the strongest noble blood, but like the moonlight skimming the water, it left only a few negligible shadows, and even his son Dylan Donclay was better than him, even though that brilliance belonged to the humans, not the Dragonborn, and her blood did not survive, which she regarded as one of Fouquet's most intolerable shortcomings.

"Are my descendants still in Castle Thunder?"

"Yes," said Fouquet, chilling and feeling weak, but he knew that if he dared to fall now, his mother would be able to put him to sleep forever: "He was reluctant to leave Castle Thunder. ”

"Don't let him get into trouble with a human being," said Fouquet's mother, "it's not worth it." ”

"Do you need me to recall him?"

"Not for now, let him stay there. "I had a little gift for him and I thought he would like it," she said. ”

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"Do you still want to sleep alone today?" a priest of Flor greeted Meme, who was still very young, fresh and tender like a berry freshly plucked from a branch, and was one of the most popular males in the temple of Flor on the side island, and because of this, she was not only a little pampered, but also ambitious, especially now that she had given more gold and precious stones than Plum Mi before the next full moon.

"Yes. Memmy said impatiently, she had only broken free from Glenn's arms a moment ago, the thief's body was more pliable and cold than the other men, but the desire was as fierce as fire, especially this time, the fatigue that had never been felt before took over all her body and mind, she didn't want to say something boring to a stupid little wild cat, did she think that the position of the senior priest was to see who was more devout to Flo? No kidding, even on the mainland, the senior priest of the temple may not be the most beloved, she only needs to be loved by the most powerful and powerful men in the place.

"For months, Your Excellency, you seem to have been with that thief. The young priest stared at a tourmaline hanging from Plum Mie's neck, which was simply tied by a thin rope and hung from her soft chest, but without the gold and silver to set off it without any preciousness or magnificence, "It doesn't seem to be in keeping with Flo's intentions," she said boldly, "I have not seen any other man enter your room, and for whom are you guarding?"

Mei Mi, who was about to walk past her, suddenly stopped, "Oh, it seems that this is really my negligence," she said in a nonchalant tone, "Maybe I need to make amends." ”

The young priest laughed, perhaps she thought she had won a victory: "It's disrespectful ......"

Her words stopped, and a spike that popped out of the ring stabbed her, and venom shot out of the cavity of the spike, and the venom from a small octopus with a blue circle pattern worked in only a moment - the ring was Glenn's, and the venom was Glenn's, and the thieves used something that an ignorant and arrogant priest of Frow could never resist, and the young woman fell before she could utter a single scream.

"You could have avoided dying. At other times, she said, she would have banished the fool from the island, but she would be gone soon, and she might not be able to return for a year or more, and she didn't want to leave an unfathomable hidden danger here.

This is her shrine.

her, no one can snatch it.

...... Yes......

Memy jumped to her feet, as literally, she looked around in horror, the young priest probably thought he had caught Memey's handle, so he chose a silent corridor to intimidate her, there was no one here, and this was why Memy would choose this method to solve the matter neatly, but at this moment she heard someone talking in her ear, and you can imagine how frightened she was.

"Who?!" she asked, raising her voice, but all she could find was silence, and she took two steps, wondering if she was hallucinating because of nervousness.

But she knew the voice was real. (To be continued.) )