The house was not as empty and dilapidated as Cremar had imagined, with dust and droppings piled up everywhere, in fact he had to say that as a house that had been inexorably idle for more than a decade, it looked quite decent, with iron lampstands hanging from under wooden beams (it should have been the first to disappear, and iron things would always fetch a good price if suitable), melted candles dripping on the lampstand and floor, the chairs of the huge dining table that could accommodate twelve people at the same time, though not in place, were not missing, and the porcelain in the sideboard was neatly arranged behind the foggy glass, like the moon obscured by dark clouds。

Dust was, of course, but only a thin layer, and he didn't see spiders or other small creatures.

Perhaps the most unbearable thing is the air inside, which is cold, cloudy, and has a faint rancid smell.

"Did you let the guards watch over here?" asked Kerryben.

The captain of the guard shook his head, "I come here occasionally, but that's all, I can't waste my manpower in an empty room—ah, I know what you're trying to ask, there are thieves who have been there," he pointed to a crooked wooden window, which had been obscured by vines," he said. But he soon fled and went insane, insisting that the ghosts of the mistress and her children were still roaming the room, and then another one was that he died in the room, and it was said that Beavis had left his invisible servant or the golem here, or the little devil he had summoned from the abyss—and no one had been interested in the house since, and it had survived to this day. ”

He turned to the dark-haired young man, "Did your mentor tell you about this? I mean, what did he really leave behind?"

"There is indeed something," said Cremar, "but not from him, and he did not learn about it until much later—some vicious little hobby about the grey robe. ”

A faint wail and curse passed through the elf's ears, and he moved his gaze to the spot, like the place where the dining table and chairs cast shadows, the shadows were irregular, they were russet and viscous.

"Is that blood?" asked the Ranger.

The captain of the guard shook his head strangely, "No, Beavis has managed to take every drop of blood here, poor lady, you know, bits and pieces, only the bastard and Beavis know how much she lost, and the undertaker told me that they had never carried such a light coffin - but I remember it was as bright as new, but this trace ......"

"Platon's little spell, simple but extremely despicable," Cremar said, "is part of the victim's pain and blood. If there were still people living here, it would evoke and absorb those painful memories and fears. ”

"And in this way, we attract those free negative energies, forming a vicious cycle, so we can't even find a spider here. "Presumably Master Beavis has found a way to disarm it." ”

"Spells, plus potions. Cremar said, and as he walked in, he took out a small delicate crystal bottle, and poured the contents on it as he recited the incantation, and the brown shadows immediately trembled and trembled, and the elves were not sure if they saw the frantically waving tentacles and claws, but if they were, they were gone, and all that remained was the real, thin, thin gray shadow without thickness.

"Morning water?"

"And the blood of the victims and the powder of colorless stones. Cremar said that carrying the bottle back into his arms was the right solution, but they didn't have the blood of Vess's wife, they used their own blood, and the effect was probably better than the former.

"Do you mind ......?"

"I don't mind," said the spellcaster gently, both to the elves and to the captain of the White Tower, "you can make it public and transcribe, and I don't think my mentor will mind that." ”

"Beavis," the captain of the guard shook his head again, "did he mention the White Tower to you? and the people here? me, Jim, Stone Shield, Lady Bonda, ......"

Then he saw the young man's face flush subtly: "I'm sorry. He said expectantly.

"Oh, it's all right," the captain of the guard pouted pleasantly, "that's what Beavis is, I suspect he can't remember my name for a long time." ”

"I think he remembers," Cremar said calmly, "but it will make him miserable." ”

This sentence silenced the captain of the garrison for a while: "His wife is a good person, and so is Beavis." He said, patting the mage on the shoulder as if he was trying to break free from that sorrow, "We may be able to name the potion after his wife." ”

Cremar thought for a moment, "Still not," he said from his heart, "I don't think the Guru would be happy that his wife was mentioned over and over again, but because of the torture and death she had suffered. ”

"You're right. The captain of the guard sighed, and he walked over and accidentally touched a chair: "Oops," he said, bending down to help it up, but when he touched it, he grabbed a hand of black scraps, and he stood up in confusion, and the broad sword hanging from his waist swept to the sideboard—the sound of the soldier's order was very pleasant, and it was not so good that it was one less inheritance than the disciple of Master Weis.

Kerry pressed his forehead as he glanced at the young black-haired mage, "This isn't what Beavis wants you to inherit the most. ”

Of course.

Like the other mages who didn't yet own the Mage's Tower, Beavis kept his most important assets closest to him, an extremely narrow space, sandwiched between the master bedroom and the study, with no windows, only two doors that required different secret words to appear and open, one on the left side of the bedroom and one on the right side of the study - that is, the room was difficult to detect from the hallway and outside, but it was convenient and safe for its owner to use it.

The room was only six feet wide, but fifteen feet deep, and the walls and floors were barely ornamented, or rather, they were covered with more precious ornaments.

The elaborate ebony shelves were stacked with scrolls, and although it was evident that most of them had been hastily taken, there were still considerable numbers left, and another shelf of the same texture displayed half a dozen wands, and near the outer wall of the room was a mahogany beveled table, also illuminated with fluorite and equipped with steel rulers, different from the beveled table in Alva's room, which had drawers in the middle and on both sides filled with the materials needed to make ink and various blank scrolls, and on the opposite side of the ebony shelves were some specially made narrow and long chests, each containing various spellcasting materials in separate categoriesOrdinary and rare, one of them contained two flawless colorless crystal balls, both the size of a baby's head, and the last wall was occupied by a row of wardrobes containing two dozen robes of luxury or defensive and other functions, with boots in the wooden box underneath and jewels in the innermost obscura.

Only clothing, boots, and jewelry were taxed (the souls of the other world marveled that there was also an inheritance tax in the original world), with the exception of scrolls, wands, and spellcasting materials - the robes adorned with constant spell gems were ambiguous, but given the entire cabinet of smashed porcelain downstairs, the captain of the guard simply incorporated them into the magic paraphernalia, so that, with the addition of Beavis's house, Cremar could complete all the formalities for a small fee.

"Do you need to stay here for a while?" asked the captain of the garrison.

"Yes," said Cremar, "for a moment." ”

As soon as Kerryben, who was the witness, had chosen to finish his duties with the captain of the guard who had finished his duties, Cremar recited the third codeword, a new, downward passage created on the smooth stone floor, and the end of the staircase was guarded by a golem with both a sigil and a cipherword, which was not at all an obstacle to the lich with the memories of Beavis—what was behind the door was what they needed most now, compared to the scroll robes.

A Mithril staff encrusted with rubies, two rune plates made of pure gold, a magic ring that can hold ten fingers, and a dimensional bag.

Therefore, when the lich chatters in the sea of knowledge, the soul of the other world is a little incredible.

- You don't have to leave this room behind, we don't need it.

- This is your mentor's room.

- So what, the lich said politely, do you think he'll come back to stay?

- We've had enough, and the otherworldly soul insists that we can always keep something for him.

- When we get to Grey Ridge, the lich laughs and laughs, it will soon become a pile of ruins or a hiding place for thieves.

- I think it would have a better use, said the soul of the other world.

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