Leona happily picked up a baby born to a Norman soldier and a "skillful" slave girl. This female slave www.biquge.info very good at making leather armor, especially the common whale skin and crocodile skin in the Dragon Fire Islands, she is one of the few slaves who are allowed to free outsiders, she is already twenty years old, but she has been serving the eunuchs guarding the side islands before, and sometimes she has to help him record and count, so she takes less medicine, and is much smarter and healthier than other female slaves. Perhaps because of this, she managed to get a husband from a free soldier rather than a slave.

Knight Xiu frowned, this was his negligence, the Normans and the slaves of the Dragonfire Islands did not understand the language, and the places where they lived and worked were not the same, especially the soldiers, they could only leave the garrison one day out of ten days, because when they left Thundercastle, many soldiers had lost their wives and children, so Xiu and Gavin knew that they would go looking for prostitutes - after all, this is one of the most primitive desires of human beings, so there is nothing to blame, as long as they can return to the garrison within the time required by the military regulations. Ander, too, jokingly reminded them of the fact that there were a few young Norman lads who were in favour of them, of course, whose fathers were either taverns or innkeepers, fishermen, or merchants, and that Norman soldiers were clearly better choices than cunning thieves or pirates who roamed with daggers in their hands.

Xiu didn't think this was a bad thing, but a slave girl was different, because in every way, every slave in the Dragonfire Islands belonged to their lord Cremar, Xiu, Gavin, Adel and even Birdwin, in all seriousness, were just his guests, Lord Cremar was certainly a tolerant and generous person, but what this soldier did now was no different from taking without asking.

Thinking of this, Xiu's eyes became cold and cruel, he had no wife, and certainly no children, those Norman lads were almost all treated by him as children, and he certainly wouldn't blame the fault on his own soldiers - but Berdwin shook his head at him, this was the first baby born to the Normans after arriving here, no matter who his mother was, his father was a Norman, and he would be a Norman in the future.

At this time, the baby suddenly began to cry, Leona thought that the callus on her palm had scratched the baby's tender skin, but after she hurriedly placed the baby on the wooden bed, she could not find the wound, and the slave girl, who had been lying on the ground, raised her head slightly, as if she was about to say something, but she was silent. "Are you hungry?" said Leona to herself, looking at the baby's mother, who was very old for lords and eunuchs, but still a maiden to the Normans, though she had just given birth to her own child a few days earlier. It is worth mentioning that even though she can be said to be clinging to the ground in a five-body throw, her muscles are still tense, and the curves of the mountains are graceful and appropriate, which makes her posture look very pleasing to the eye, and even Leona, who is a woman, can't help but sigh softly.

But before she could pass the baby over and let him feed his mother's milk, the priest of Rosada stopped him, and the favor of the god of morning light had fallen back on Adelle, and he was healthy and strong, but his gray hair and brand were kept at his own request, to mourn his mentor, his companions, and to remember his faults, which made him look like a wise old man at many times, "Don't let the child eat her milk," he whispered, "She is still taking secret medicine." ”

Leona immediately stood up, and the slave girl's hand stretched out and slid down weakly, she certainly knew that these outsiders were moving from the "skillful hands" Looking for those girls who have not been poisoned by the secret medicine, they can be thoroughly treated, maybe they can get a soldier as a husband, the children they give birth to are born free, she earnestly hopes that this can also be one of these lucky people, but no, although she ingests less secret medicine, but there are even less, after all, the girls around the lord are always eliminated quickly, some girls are abandoned without hesitation just because they have such and such small defects and cannot escape the eyes of the eunuchs, they take the secret medicine for a shorter time, maybe they may not be smarter than her, but they will not give birth to a baby who is not healthy enough。

"The fetus receives from its mother's blood the nourishment it needs to grow," said Adelle, "a blood vessel binds them together, but it is also this connection that the mother eats anything harmful to her child," the priest of Rosada raised his hand, put his finger on the baby's forehead, and prayed in a low voice, and as the soft white light lit up, the baby's cry was lowered, and after a while he fell asleep sweetly: "The child has been affected by the secret medicine since his mother's womb," he said in a softer voice. " He didn't cry because he was hungry, he cried for the milk that contained the secret medicine. ”

He glanced at the slave girl reproachfully, "That's why we put her in a relationship that is not a choice." ”

"So what to do?" Leona hesitantly hugged the baby, he looked so strong, before he fell asleep, his little fists kept waving in the air, his skin had faded from the crimson of birth to milky white, and from milky white to pink because of crying, now only the forehead and the corners of his eyes, and his cheeks were pink, looking like a lovely peach.

"Find him a nurse, or a goat," Adair said, holding the child in his arms, "and he might be saved." ”

Leona didn't ask what would happen if she couldn't save it—the slave girl watched the others leave her house without saying a word, and the remaining courage made her pounce on the child's father: "Please," she said with sorrow, "please, don't leave me, master, punish me as you please, but don't leave me, punish me, whip me, skin me, whatever you want...... I love you, I love you, I love our children...... Please!" she said, tugging at her hair and slapping her face, Leona had to admit that she still looked beautiful even in this mess. The boy's father's hesitation was entirely reasonable, but at this moment Berdwin let out a loud shout, and the soldier straightened up almost instinctively, and grasped the short sword at his waist, and the slave who was clutching him almost instinctively retreated.

"Let's go, Gigi," said Berdwin, his eyes not at all on the slave girl, "there will be someone to take care of her," said the former lord of Thundercastle calmly, "but we have no right to punish her, nor to pardon her, only the lord of this place, Kremall, has this right." ”

Leona pursed her lips, but she was soon relieved that she and Baldwin would have not only a large territory, but also an entire kingdom in the future.

Adel took the baby back to the sanctuary, where there were several other babies and children in a similar situation. The secret potions of the Dragonfire Islands were sometimes used as anesthetics or poisons, such as those of thieves or prostitutes controlled by innkeepers, who gave birth to children who were in a worse condition than the baby, and even with their magic could not avoid their premature death - Adel placed the baby beside them, and a priest came up to him and bowed to him, telling him that someone was waiting for him outside the sanctuary.

Adel smiled at the sight of the man, "Kerryben," he stretched out his hands and gave the Elven Ranger a quick hug, "Didn't you go back to the jungle with Cremar?"

Kerry smiled, but that smile was so sad, if he had let Adel see it before they returned to the Dragonfire Islands, he would have thought that Grimmar had suffered misfortune, but he didn't feel that way now, and he put his hands on the Ranger's shoulders worriedly, "You don't look very good. ”

"It happened...... Something," said Kerryburn, "I wanted to ask Cremar ......"

"He's not with you...... He's not with you?"

"We parted halfway through," Mr. Carey said, "and I thought he was going to come back here." ”

"No, he didn't. Adair said.

"So did he say anything to you...... Something about him?"

Adair shook his head, his eyes full of doubt, but he still recalled carefully, "No," he said, "Cremar doesn't seem to be so willing to bring up the past." "And they haven't gotten to this point yet.

The elf was silent for a moment, and then he looked around, the Sanctuary of Rosada on the Dragonfire Islands could not compare to the White Tower or the Norman city, and it even looked a little rudimentary. But just by seeing how the laurel tree sticks out its lush foliage towards the sky, you can see how much Rosada loves it - the elf bends down, picks up a bay leaf, rolls it up, walks to the pool of sacred water made of native coral stones and gums, scoops a leaf of water, and drinks it, the water is sweet and warms with the sun.

Just as Adel was about to say something, an apprentice priest hurried up to him, as if to report something to him, and the Ranger made a gesture of blessing to Rosada's followers, then turned and disappeared into the shadow of the laurel tree.

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"Where are we?" Memi asked, she just glanced at it, her body was still weak, but she could still tell that it wasn't her room in the Dragonfire Islands or anywhere, the sea breeze blowing in through the portholes, bringing fresh air, the sun slanting on the floor, evaporating the sweet-like scent of the warm dark brown wood, her bed or the whole room was shaking slightly but rhythmically, even if she couldn't know it from herself, she could find a clue in the many lampstands and drapery hanging in the room.

"On board. Glenn said, "Lord Cremar has left the Dragonfire Islands. And he seems to have disappeared on the way to the jungle, "The Dragonfire Islands are not so safe for us anymore. Baldwin had always hated Glenn, and the thieves sneered in their hearts, perhaps because they felt that being against an evil thief meant that he was innocent, and the rune fragments they had obtained in the Far North Sea seemed to have aroused greed in the noble lord's nature, though he always claimed that the pieces would be dedicated to Tyre.

In fact, perhaps Berdwin should have been glad that he had given his shard ahead of time, because Glenn the Thief did have the same thoughts as him - the rune shards in his hand also had coveted power, but who would think that was too much?

The thief snapped his tongue and touched Mei Mi's forehead lightly, "We're going back to Sharp Jaw Harbor." ”

"But there......" If Mammie is not mistaken, there are more enemies of Gülen in Sharp Jaw, his so-called "friend" Drake, his former subordinates, his union, not to mention a new leader who has been waiting there for a long time.

"I never knew I was as stupid as a piglet in your heart," Glenn whispered, "my dear, if I wasn't 12 percent sure, I would never have fallen into the net." ”

Flo's priest struggled, holding Glenn's hand so that he wouldn't fall into the endless darkness as he had done before: "Tell me ......"

"A powerful and noble being is my guarantor," Gülen leaned down, his lips touching Meme's ear: "You absolutely can't imagine it......" He paused suddenly, not because he didn't want to speak, but suddenly felt a tingling in his throat, which he knew was a warning.

"Sleep," he said, lipsing, taking care not to let his blood spill out of his throat, "and everything will be fine." ”

Glenn waited until Memi fell asleep again before leaving the cabin, the rune fragments shimmering in the cover of her clothes that no one else could see. Gülen had only been able to understand why so many people were eager to become spellcasters, and all he and Memmy owned was arguably the largest five-masted ship he had ever seen, with its hull, deck, and mast made of hard ironwood, and its cabins made of sandalwood and walnut. Beautifully carved (though useless) everywhere, covered with lead plates below the waterline, and the bow of the ship was like sterling silver, almost rivaling, if not beating Drake's "Golden Lady".

And the ship, and the nearly fifty docile and skilled slaves on board, Gülen didn't pay a single copper coin for it, he only showed the rune fragment to the biggest merchant on the side island, and the other party, controlled by the power of magic, respectfully prepared everything he needed. In addition to the ships and the slaves, the merchant filled the cabins with silk, gold, and pearls, and even his youngest son, who had been given forty-six years of age, would not have been treated any better. (To be continued.) )