"Can you stay for a while?"

The lich turned away in some surprise, for it was the Emperor who was standing behind him, hoping that he would stop, not one of the Emperor's attendants or maids: "You don't have to ...... yourself So," said the former immortal mildly, "Your Majesty, of course, I can stay, and it is a great honor to be invited by you." ”

At this time, the emperor calmed down, he nodded, and pointed to a room at the end of the corridor without arrogance, the lich followed him in, this room had not been completely cleared, although there was no dust, but it was empty, there were no curtains and no furniture, the lich looked up and down, and took out a spell casting material from the dimensional bag— Withered branches and nails-sized alabaster stones, he chanted a spell and poured his magic power into these inorganic substances, and then the branches and stones changed, and the branches writhed and grew as if they had come back to life, inserting their roots into the stony ground, and the branches turned upwards to form a black chair, and the stones began to swell until they could be used as tables, and then the black-haired Dragonborn took out the silver cup, the flask, and lifted the flask and poured honey into the cup.

"Is this wine also magical?" the Emperor asked, holding his glass, curiously.

"The wine was stolen from somewhere else," replied the lich without shame, "the jug is a magical artifact, but it is not the best, for I have heard that an elf once had a cloth that could be conjured up at any time for countless delicacies. ”

"Magic is such a mysterious thing. The Emperor replied, "It is a pity that I, though I have great powers, cannot use them as smoothly and meticulously as you. ”

Of course, the lich said in his heart that since you are not really a descendant of the silver dragon, the so-called power in your body is nothing more than the dragon egg that you devoured the silver dragon, and possibly the dragon's blood, and added magic, and they have their own masters like those seemingly docile dragons, so how can you allow you to manipulate them as you please - only he will not be stupid enough to say it, he just tells the emperor this: " Individual strength is not the most important thing for a ruler, you are the emperor of the Falun, with a look, a gesture, a command, thousands of spellcasters will work for you, all you need to do is wait for the results with peace of mind, and they will deliver victory with the heads of their enemies. ”

The Emperor smiled, and it was clear that the dark-haired Dragonborn's words had sparked his deepest desire, "Will you be one of them too?"

"No doubt," said the lich, "do you need me to do anything for you?" tell me, and I will do it for you. ”

The Emperor genuinely laughed this time: "No, my friend. He generously said, "I don't need you to do anything for me—at least not those dangerous and difficult things, I just walked here, saw you, wanted to sit down with you, talk together, see, we are different, we all have the sacred blood of the dragon in our bodies, we are destined to be extraordinary." There are many things, Your Excellency, even if I want to say it to other people, they are difficult to understand, but you are different, the first time I saw you, I knew that you would be my right-hand man. ”

"Because I'm a dragonborn?" asked the lich with interest, "but there are not a few dragonborns gathered around you, your majesty, why did you choose me, because I happened to be in front of you?"

The Emperor shook his head hesitantly, "Not entirely because of ...... That's why, I think, the person I've always wanted to talk to is you—I'm weird too," he said, looking at the lich's brunette, "I don't know why, but I always felt like you were different." Even among the many Dragonborn. ”

"It can't be because of my hair color. The black-haired Dragonborn asked.

"No, no," said the Emperor, "though it is true that your hair color is different from that of other warlocks......"

"That's because my blood isn't pure enough," said the lich calmly, "I have a dark hair color because of the human part of my veins, so I'm not so popular with the girls in Grenada—because in Grenada, the purity and intensity of the red dragon's blood is directly reflected in the appearance of the dragonborns, and when they see me, they know I'm a weak and worthless fellow—well, offensively, if you're in Grenada," the lich complimented with a teasing smile." Dragons like you, with their distinctive characteristics, are bound to be invited from the Temple of Gredy every night. ”

"I've heard," said the Emperor proudly, and he was glad that he had been able to get so close to a warlock: "The priests of Greti are dissolute and flamboyant, and they taste men like anglerfish or praying mantises, but now that Gretday has been declared a false god, her temple and sanctuary are nowhere to be found even in Grenada. He leaned back, the fingers of his hands crossed together: "But my courtiers will never feel lonely, I swear, when I truly become the emperor of Falun, there will be more maids in the royal court than the flowers in the courtyard, more beautiful and fresh, and I guarantee that each of you will be able to pluck them as you like flowers." ”

"Alas, your majesty," said the lich, "you should not have told me this matter so early, for I will never forget it." Then, as hypocritically as he was, the Emperor made the presumptuous appearance of a young man, promising to create this beautiful scene as soon as possible.

After they had drunk three glasses of mellow honey from each other, the Emperor thought it time to get down to business with the somewhat impatient lich: "You were a native of Grenada," he said, "and you used to live in Grenada?"

"Not only Grenada," the lich poured him another cup of mead, "every dragonborn lives in Grenada's royal city, right under Gredi's lair and eyes. ”

"So," the Emperor paused visibly, "you've seen Gredy before?"

"I did have the privilege of meeting my 'mother'. The lich said nonchalantly, "You know, in Grenada, that's what we usually call her, because every dragonborn must have Gredy's blood. ”

"Sounds so warm. The Emperor commented, "Is she a gentle woman, then?" he continued, "Is she in human form or in dragon form when she allows you to see her?"

"It's both," the lich tasted the honey in her cup, "she's not gentle, either in human form or in the form of a red dragon, but she's unusually powerful." So he never thought about confronting the ancient red dragon in the name of greed from the beginning, and in his scheme, Gredi faced the betrayal of the three gods, as well as the demigod lich Ederna, and perhaps the new king from Grenada. Before he went to serve in the bottomless abyss for fifty years, he was also allowed to observe the red dragon imprisoned by his mentor in the soul gem, how illustrious, how powerful, how dangerous she was, but in Edherna's soul gem, she looked like a tiny maggot, weak and humble, even the sound of wailing could not be transmitted beyond the gem, what awaited her was a long and painful devouring whale, she would watch how she was devoured, how she lost her power, status, blood relatives, even if she was once ambitious, only one step away from the throne of the gods, the final ending was not much different from mortals。

Then the Emperor gently and cordially inquired about the city of Grenada, and King Grenada, and his sons, acting no different from a common ruler and a young man— He said that he was a ruler, because he was very concerned with the situation and thoughts of those in high positions, and the composition and relationship between power, because Grenada still retained the relationship of slavery, and he was also interested in the treatment and origin of slaves, and he said that he was a young man, because although he tried to show maturity and sophistication, he could not help but be more interested when he heard some ambiguous and charming things.

"What kind of legion is the Dragonthorn?" he suddenly asked, "The prestige of the Dragon's Tooth Legion has spread with the floating city of Crefa, and I have heard of the Dragonclaw Legion a little, but the Dragonthorn ...... I've just heard its name. ”

"Because the Dragonthorn is hardly a legion," the lich explained at length, "it is very loosely structured, and the thieves and assassins of the Thieves' Guild, the priests of the Temple of Gredi, and the prostitutes can be members of it, and they are mainly responsible for assassination and intelligence gathering, and occasionally participate in politics and transactions, but their leader is very much favored by the 'mother', but with the" Mother's death, and the unfortunate leader who had to abandon the dragon's thorn and flee because he could not gain the trust and favor of the new king, you know, your majesty, a king would never like to be loyal to another king's courtiers, even if the other king was his grandmother. ”

"Do you recognize the leader of the Dragonthorns?"

"Not very familiar. The lich said sincerely, "There is a 'dealing' though." ”

"You must not have suffered. The Emperor affirmed, "Can you tell me about it?" ”

"Oh, yes, well, if you're not bored," said the lich, "first of all, I'll tell you that his name, Ostal, sounds a bit awkward, for it's a transformation from the dragon language, your majesty, which means 'slave of the dragon'." ”

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The conversation with the Emperor was not without results, first, the Lich had been able to determine that Ostal had become the dagger of the god of conspiracy, Shirek, and the god of thieves, Musk, and second, he had received a six-day vacation from the Emperor.

The Emperor also sent the dragon as his mount to and from the Arrow Peak, which was of course a privilege that many people would be jealous of, and even the knight in charge of harnessing the dragon had a slight impatience in his eyes, perhaps thinking that no one else should be allowed to step on the dragon's back except him. He was silent, so to speak, maliciously, without appeasing his black dragon in advance, nor taking out the piccolo that could control the black dragon, and he thought that if this arrogant warlock was swallowed by the black dragon, it might be an interesting thing that he would mention every night in the tavern for the next twenty years— Someone may say that the man who came was not a dragonborn, but unfortunately, he and his companions were aware that not every dragonborn among the warlocks could make their dragons cringe and fear, and moreover, their proximity would cause the dragons to fall into a frenzy and rage.

When the soul of the other world was still a hundred feet away from the black dragon, the black dragon clearly showed a threatening and angry posture, it spread its wings, puffed out its cheeks, and opened its large mouth with hundreds of sharp teeth—the sour breath from it could almost solidify into a substance, and the purring sound in its throat indicated that the deadly acid was ready to go. The soul of the other world glanced at the knight of the black dragon, and saw that he was not ready to intervene in it - there were many such people in the other plane, and the soul of the other world did not continue to wait, nor did he plead with the knight for help, he just raised a rune, and the knight could only see on one side that it seemed to be engraved with a miniature dragon, and then he heard a loud roar, like a stronger dragon beside him, and then he only felt a hurricane toss him up, and then he dropped it heavily.

By the time he struggled to his feet, and was glad that he hadn't landed on the lookout, the black dragon had already yielded, lowered its membrane wings, and obediently let the warlock walk up his back.

"How's it going?" the otherworldly soul sat down comfortably in the saddle, "Do you want to go?"

The Black Dragon Knight's cheeks twitched violently, but reason eventually overcame his anger, and without even questioning, he climbed into the saddle and sent the warlock to the foot of the Arrow Peak.

Perhaps intentionally, or perhaps out of control due to too much irritation, the Black Dragon Knight did not send the Warlock to his designated city, which should have been done, but the Otherworldly Soul didn't want him to know too much either, and he teleported directly from the foot of Arrow's Peak to the courtyard of the inn where Adel, Eloch, Afra, and Lucieu were temporarily staying, and then entered the inn and stood in the hallway when no one saw him. It only knocked twice before the door slammed open, and Afra rushed out and hugged it tightly, while Lucie followed, as if trying to fight for possession of the black-haired Dragonborn, but she suddenly stopped, her cheeks, forehead, and ears suddenly turned a red color at an astonishing rate, and before the otherworldly spirit could say anything, she passed through it and Afra's side and fled.