It must be said that the calmness of the black-haired spellcaster relieved most of the people present, with the possible exception of Kerryben - when the twilight sank into the sapphire blue sea, rendering it into a vast and bright mirror, reflecting the magical galaxy that stretched across the sky, he stepped into Cremar's tent.

Kremar didn't mind continuing to share a tent with the Elven Ranger, Kerry politely declined, although the division of classes in the Silver Crown Forest was more inclined to duty than right, but the Ranger had accepted the hospitality of the authorities in human countries and regions no less than a hundred times, and even the Alva mage of Cape Fortress had considerable authority, not to mention that he had also accepted the invitation of the human king to become the ruler of a region for a short time, so he was still very aware of this seemingly superficial and substantial approach- Cremar is a toddler among the elves, but among humans he is a hundred thousand slaves and the owner of an island, and he can squeeze the last coin out of the land and turn it into his own scrolls, spellcasting materials, and even mage towers, and is allowed to crush anyone who doesn't respect him well or break the laws he makes, or he just wants to see how the flames engulf an island and scorch the entire side island.

It does sound strange, but a papyrus treasured in the Elven Wanweilin records that an emperor secretly ordered his slaves to set fire to it in the middle of the night because he wanted to build a new royal capital, and that when tens of thousands of humans were running and crying in the flames and smoke, he sipped honey wine in the palace at the top of the mountain and overlooked it all, and wrote a long poem and a tragic outline about this "great sight". Of course, he did not escape the outstretched hands of the angry people, who grabbed him, slit his throat, and poured boiling blood on the land that had been covered in thick ashes.

Dada slept outside Cremar's tent. As is customary in the Dragonfire Islands, a tent with an entire island as a territory cannot be so shabby. There should be no less than six servants in the tent, two maids, two maids, two eunuchs, or more, and just as the highest etiquette for the arrival of the guests is to walk on the back or chest of a beautiful slave girl, they can also replace the carpets, couches, and bedding with those wonderful and warm bodies, which are the most abundant in the Dragonfire Islands. But Cremar is a spellcaster, which saves him a lot of tongues, and there are mages on the Dragonfire Islands. Eunuchs with a little knowledge and experience will know that mages may be more fond of beauty than mortals, but they will never want to see anyone other than themselves in their rooms when they are meditating and resting, and some mages will also set deadly traps in their own rooms, which can be regarded as small gifts for uninvited guests.

The attentive young eunuch had prepared a tent full of slave girls for his new master, but the eunuchs were always observant, and he had noticed that in this procession the elf Kerriben was the faint leader of the ranks, though he seemed to have a mild-mannered temperament. There were few rants and loud commands, but everyone else was willing to listen to him, especially the dark-haired spellcaster, the new owner of the side island. He was gentle, even naïve, with little madness and greed expected of a ruler, and as a close friend of Kerribben, Berdwin was slightly inferior to half of his people. And the princess next to him, Leona, has her own dignity and authority, Glenn is obviously attached to the mage, and Mei Mi is the concubine of the thief.

Let's put it simply. If it's not Kerribben but Berdwin or Gülen who wants to enter the Cremar tent, they will be stopped by Dada, but Kerryburn will not.

Cremar was sitting cross-legged on a whaleskin blanket, the skin was thick and silky, keeping out the chill and wetness of the sand, and there were things scattered in front of the caster's knees—fluorite for lighting, spellbooks, small crystal cups, hookahs, and a few brown squares. The hookah was lit, a translucent cyan mist swirled through the tent, like a dark red spark that an animal's eyes flickered in the faint light crackled in the smoke, and the elf smelled an indescribable strange smell, not that it stinked or irritated, but on the contrary, it smelled like burnt honey, sweet and fragrant, rich and heavy.

"'Tobacco'?" the elf asked.

"It's an extract. "I asked Dada for a piece. He gestured as he spoke, and a cold wind swirled around the elf, and the smell quickly dissipated.

Kerry rejected the second spell cast by Cremar: "Elves are not affected by this tobacco." He said that most of the toxins taken from living things and plants have no effect on the elves.

The soul of the other world let go of his fingers and let this spell dissipate in his hand, he didn't need it, this slight toxin was not a threat to him at all.

The Elven Ranger sat down across from Cremar, "Can you tell me why?" In fact, it was the first time he had seen Cremar show such a strong hatred and jealousy of something, and he suspected that it might have a greater and worse effect than what was known to exist, and given that Beeves had been living in the Dragonfire Islands for so long, he might have discovered something, and then told it to Cremar, to the elf's confusion, Cremar didn't seem to have thought of seeing this crop on the Dragonfire Islands at all, was Beavis hiding it, or was it for some other reason?

The otherworldly soul hesitated for a moment, he didn't know what to say, he couldn't tell the elves that pictures of this crop were often on school bulletins, on community bulletin boards, on the walls of public hubs, and in the ubiquitous media. When he was a normal human, he always felt that these things were far away from him, like the monsters hidden under the bed and in the closet when he was a child, and when they did jump out of the darkness, who else could keep his composure? Fortunately, in this plane, all spellcasters can cast toxin-expelling spells or divine spells, and the spells (divine magic) do not require the caster's level so highly, and as far as Dada said, it has not yet spread beyond the Dragonfire Islands on a large scale.

"You're saying it's addictive. "But a spell can dispel toxins, wherever it is hidden, and according to what you said, even without spells, with the help of someone and willpower, it is not very difficult to get rid of it." ”

"Definitely. Kremar said, thanks to Mr. Beavis, a cheap mentor, can be pushed to him for anything related to this crop: "The addiction of the body can be forcibly stopped, but you cannot uproot the desires of the soul," he thought, "and it ...... It's a good thing that makes people happy, and what you have to do is very simple, just light it and suck it - for the average person, this is a temptation that is absolutely impossible to get rid of. Kerry Ben. You see, as long as it's humans, or elves, dwarves, or even orcs, they're always going to have troubles and sorrows, but we always have a way to make ourselves happy," he said, holding up a chestnut: "For example, I, if something upsets me, I can go and talk to the 'white face' (Kerry cast a playful look.) Isn't it a quarrel?, he said in silence, but the soul of the other world pretended not to see it), and he could also exchange some linden candy for himself and grill a fish for himself. Take a hot bath...... In short, there are too many things that can make me happy, but this kind of thing, this kind of thing brings happiness to people is definitely not like this. It ......," the dark-haired caster struggled to choose the words: "It's a very stimulating thing, and Mentor Beavis once told me that when further purified it would plunge into an incomparable pleasure." It is a joy that cannot be matched by anything that can make people happy and satisfied, and it is irresistible to the fact that a hungry person gets bread or water, or a lover who loves each other, or finally sleeps peacefully after several days and nights of continuous labor—once tasted, nothing else can arouse the interest of that person, and the person under its control will not feel hungry, nor cold, nor need relatives, Lovers and friends, Kerryben, it affects not only the body, but also the spirit and soul, and even if the priest and mage can cast a magic spell or spell to banish all its venom, as long as the memory associated with it is kept, then there is a good chance that the person will desire and search for it again - unless he will not suffer even the slightest frustration from now on, but Kerryben, you know, it is simply impossible.

As soon as something unpleasant has happened, he will immediately crave this 'tobacco' again, and at any rate, it is like a sharp sword, capable of cutting away all troubles in the shortest possible time, while others, such as delicious food, soft beds, or lover's kisses, are merely scratches through the boots. ”

His words could be described as messy and clueless, but Carey understood what the caster meant after a little thought, and his expression gradually became serious: there are no humans or humanoids controlled by such gorgeous plants in this plane for the time being, but the elves can speculate and imagine - if this crop spreads, if it is true, as Cremar said, it gives humans more pleasure than instinctual sensory stimulation, it is simply the most terrible thing- The elves have seen alcoholics, their hearts are very fragile, and in order to escape the crushing of life and fate, they can exchange everything for a glass of inferior wine, as long as it is wine.

"...... than wine"

"It's far more powerful than wine," Cremar said, tilting his head, thinking for a moment, and adding, "many times." ”

Luckily, Kerry had only seen the plant on the Dragonfire Islands, and the islands' near-closed environment and unfriendly attitude towards outsiders had helped to curb the spread of this dangerous crop.

But bitterly, there seems to be nothing they can do about it—they can't let the slaves die in vain.

"For now. Said the soul of the other world. "But before that," he continued, "we may need to modify our original itinerary, Kerryben, what do you think of the side islands?"

"It's beautiful. The Elven Ranger said that he had understood what Cremar meant.

"We can make it more beautiful," said the black-haired spellcaster, "no slaves, no poison." ”

"Its true owners wouldn't allow it. ”

"But," the Otherworldly Soul lowered his head and pinched his new spell book, then looked up and smiled slightly, "It's not so easy to get what you gave me and then get it back." ”

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Few ships choose to sail at night.

Captain Corbett walked about his new ship, a beautiful three-masted ship, which was still called the Little Sparrow, after the name of his last ship, but this little finch was much larger than the original, and he now had thirty crew members, and two hundred passengers, and packed the whole ship to the brim, and the meal could only be as simple as a loaf of bread or a potato per person.

These people have lighter hair than the people of Cape Embankment, and their noses and mouths are larger, they have no weapons, but they are more intimidating than those who wield knives and swords, and to put it bluntly, they are all blood-quenched fellows, unlike experienced and well-informed people like Coubert who might think they are a group of destitute mercenaries, but Su Lun's old believers see more- They were soldiers, and not of the lord's, but of the king, and they were able to exercise vigilance and discipline even on strange ships, and two hundred men were placed on deck and cabin, all strong, at least once strong men, but quiet as a pack of mottled rabbits.

There were two reasons for setting sail in the middle of the night, one was because their leader seemed to have the help of a friend who was willing to provide them with a permanent place to stay, and they couldn't wait for even one night, and the other reason was not well known - they came from Thundercastle in Norman Highlands, because they had been loyal to the previous lord of Thundercastle, Berdwin. Doncre was so angry with the new kings that they and their families were not only banished, but also attacked by orcs and unknown mercenaries, who could not get a piece of land to cultivate in the Normans and their homeland in the Highlands, and no lord or knight was willing to take them in, and the rulers of other countries and regions were afraid of their status, and they were not allowed to stay elsewhere.

Grand Duke Luzel graciously allowed them to rest in his border with the Normans of the Highlands, but the time was near.

There's about Berdwin. The Alva mage of Donkray had heard of the Alva mage of the Fortress of Peak, as well as the Archon and the Cowpert, and they expressed sympathy and understanding for the unfortunate knight, but neither the Archon of the Fortress nor the Elder Alva could show this attitude, after all, there was a whole city and their people behind them- Adel and the former guardians of Thunder Castle had to find a temporary shelter outside the walls of Cape Cause, a place where the outcasts lived, and when they heard that Adel wanted to explore and try it out in the Dragonfire Islands, some merchants approached him at the suggestion of Master Alva.

Adair came back yesterday, he brought back a good news, after much discussion, they decided that the people who came to the castle with Adel were divided into two parts, one part went north with Adelle, found the other soldiers, women and children who were still waiting in the border area, and then moved with them to the castle, and the other part went to the side island in advance.

The merchants couldn't help them, as it was a big or small matter, and Corbett and his new ship were given the extra job. (To be continued.) )

PS: Author's word - sorry, there has been something at home in the last two days......

I also read it again.,I found that there is indeed a place where Dada is written big.,Thank you for your reminder.,The problem is - the new version needs to be approved by the editor before it can be modified...... (╯‵□′)╯︵┻━┻！

The entity of "Reign of the Dead" asks you to wait a little longer, I want to contact a friend and see if I can put some illustrations...... As for the number of prints, you may just make up a whole number, and use more to send to friends......