The shapeshifter mage cautiously and covertly examined his outfit and equipment, and what awaited him was a thief of unknown origin, and if there was anything unusual about him, it was that he had become the leader of the thieves of the Sharp Jaw Harbor branch at a very young age. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 But this is not a very peculiar thing in the history of the "Silver Finger", and it is not uncommon for someone to become a man who is younger than him, but those people are like trees protruding from the fence, always the first part to be cut off. What happened afterwards seemed to support the speculation, he missed an assassination mission, was cursed by the priest Cranvo, the god of death, and turned him into a monster, and the Silverfinger Guild abandoned him and handed him over as a scapegoat for the unmarried son who killed the prince, and many thieves thought that he would die a miserable death in the dungeon or on the torture table. They were wrong, and when he returned to the eyes of the world, he seemed to be the arrogant and energetic bastard again, working for a powerful mage, who returned to Grenada to reclaim his honor and power as a member of the royal family, and he returned to Sharp Jaw Harbor with fearsome power and intrigues, this time, not only for the Silver Finger, but also for the Assassin, the Thieves' Guild that had fought against the Silver Finger for hundreds of years.

If that wasn't enough respect for him, then as a close ally and subordinate of the previous guild leader, the shapeshifter mage knew that the young thief might have a second identity, the son of Musk, the god of thieves they worshipped.

The guide only walked to the end of the stairs and stopped, the shapeshifter mage continued to walk forward, like most inns, the second floor of the inn only has an extremely narrow walkway, two people must hold hands if they walk side by side on it, the rooms are distributed on both sides of the corridor, after the thieves' transformation, each door is opposite according to different laws, some can directly crash from one room to another, while others, need two steps to the right to see the other door, to the next one, it becomes three steps to the left to open another room, and weirdlyThe pattern on the key does not correspond to the pattern on the door (inns often use the same pattern to mark the room and the opposite key), and it is easy for people who don't know the inside story to be mistaken, but since most of the guests here are thieves, and the other small part is their prey and guests, this little trouble seems to be nothing.

The shapeshifter mage looked at the key in his hand, the pattern on the key was aconite, but his fingerless finger stroked the key, and he got a different message, he stood for a moment in front of the door of a room carved with lilies - not because he was hesitating, but to let the people in the room know that he had arrived - casually pushing and pulling the door of a room knowing that a terrible thief was hiding inside was a foolish thing to do, at least he wouldn't do it. The people inside didn't keep him waiting long, and after a few moments, the door quietly opened.

The first thing the shapeshifter mage could smell was a sweet scent, the scent of blood, the blood of a virgin, so pure and sweet that he lowered his eyes uncontrollably slightly, beasking his greedy and ferocious thirst—the door of the room crept shut behind him.

Unlike the austere hall of the inn, with its yellow-brown wood and rock-black tones, this room was used to receive a king without any questioning or accusation - the floor was covered with thick silky fur so that everyone who stepped on it felt that he was walking on the clouds rather than on the ground, the walls of the room were covered with black-brown walnut planks, which in the light of fluorite showed a beautiful color like grease and a fine grain of wood, and the suitcases, tables and chairs, The bed, along with the screen of the hanging clothes, are carved with beautiful statues and scenery, and if you look closely, you can see that each picture is a small story, and the coherent is the legend of a hero defeating a dragon.

His new master sat at the one-legged round table, absentmindedly fiddling with the golden cup in his hand, the seductive and bright color of the gold reflecting a dragon-like light in his dark eyes.

"My friend. Gülen said, "It is glad to see that you are not hindered or hindered in any way - it seems that you have done what I wanted, I mean, quietly." ”

The shapeshifter mage bowed deeply, "Yes, master," he said, "no one noticed...... Especially the two you pointed out, I got a good time and seized it - the stupid, ill-informed human male, who had foolishly taken his authority from one of the gnomes and handed it over to another, and had not thought that he would betray out of jealousy and hatred, that he should even arrest and kill the former - and that the gnome, as you had hoped, handed over the fake rune fragments and left the real ones on his own, and he was caught by another gnome on his way to find me...... His name is ......"

"McGee. Glenn said that he remembered the poor stubble, a dwarf who cried out to be a dwarf, but in fact the dwarf's characteristics were as distinct to him as a raven that had fallen on the snow. He was doomed to be in vain. However, Berdwin's reaction was entirely in line with Gülen's perception - a hypocritical, self-proclaimed righteous and impartial fool, but deep down full of inferiority complex and arrogance, how could he arrest and kill Changchang, which was too much in line with the impression he wanted people to give people, not only would he not be rude to the dwarf he had used and discarded, but would also promise him a new workshop and a new position, he was such a so-called "good man" who considered himself generous and forgiving, but who else could know him better than Gülen? The so-called generosity is all based on not touching his bottom line, and if there is anything that will damage what he thinks is unavoidable, then you can see a wicked person who is cruel and ruthless.

It's ridiculous that the Norman people of the Highlands, with the exception of a few sober people, regard this humble King as the divine embodiment of justice and justice, and I wonder how that Tyre felt when he heard this?!

The shapeshifter mage stiffened as he looked at his master, who burst out laughing, of course, a dwarf with a name similar to a dwarf was a bit ridiculous, but not so ridiculous, but since the death of his wife, Memmy, the leader of the Silver Fingers has always been a little insane.

"Go ahead...... Say, my dear," said Gülen, pushing the honey in the direction of the mage, who had been in contact with the dwarf race for a long time, especially the long - the Normans of the northern highlands did not know anything about the gnomes, and if the gnomes were small and good people, then would it be necessary for the lords of the Dragonfire Islands to set aside a small island for them to live in? It would be just a prison of transformation. Gnomes have a bad reputation in the southern countries, they are never afraid to serve anyone, they have no loyalty and honesty to speak of, and sometimes, they will even provoke conflicts between lords and lords, lords and kings, kings and grand dukes, grand dukes and lords, in order to get more attention or income, as for how many people will be displaced by war, widows and children, the gods are above, what does it have to do with them?

"Then I approached the reckless human male as a dwarf," said the shapeshifter, "and your guess is as if you had seen everything in the crystal ball," he complimented at the right time, "even though he knew that the dwarf could not be trusted, he would still be willing to hear the secret he kept." ”

Gülen smiled, of course he knew that even though Berdwin had been sitting on the Iron Throne of the Norman in the Highlands for seven years, in essence, he still had a weak and lowly hunter living in his heart, and there were too many things he was unwilling to give up, even if they were already crushing him into mud, but when he saw strength and power, he would still desperately grab it, especially when it could belong to him and no one else.

"I said it. The shapeshifter mage said, "Everything you told me. ”

"It's not a lie," Gülen said, seeing that the shapeshifter mage suddenly became a little more relaxed, presumably because if it wasn't a lie, then his master wouldn't have to kill him to make sure the secret wasn't revealed, but then, Glenn saw a hint of regret in the mage's eyes, and he must have thought that if he could have that rune fragment...... "Don't think about it," Glenn reminded softly, "Whose thing is that?" Whoever its previous owner was, the current owner is, and can only be, the Gredi of Grenada. ”

"If that's the case," the shapeshifter mage asked cautiously, "and will he manage to replace the rune fragments?"

"He won't. Gülen said, "He won't, he will...... Give yourself a lot of reasons, and then, no. ”

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Leona had fallen into a deep sleep, her health had deteriorated, and even the fragments of runes had not been able to bring her back to life more than a year ago, which was one of the reasons why Berdwin had made that decision, otherwise he would not have given up his last hope even if he had to fight Grenada.

Baldwin lifted up, and he kissed Leona lightly on the lips, caressing her thin, dry red hair with great pity, and if, he said, if he could become a god, even if it was just a demigod, then he could have the power to make a human long and healthy, and this was only the tiniest thing a god could do.

He put on his robes, not even his boots, and walked out alone of the bedroom he shared with Leona, where the maids and guards saluted him silently, and he only nodded his head indiscriminately—at first there were people who asked if His Majesty Norman needed anything, but soon they found out that he just wanted to walk around the court alone, so they stopped asking and obstructing him too much.

When the cold of the slate invaded his body, Bodwin trembled violently, he found that he was so longing for the hearth, and the pyroxene slate in the bedroom, his joints rattled, and there were bursts of dull pain coming from all over the place, he realized that he was aging, no, it should be said, he was already an old man, he was over forty years old when he became the king of Norman and the husband of Leona, and now, he was an old man of fifty, in the Highlands Norman, a mortal was lucky enough to live to be fifty years old, but let Berdwin shudder at the thought of deathHe didn't want to go to the mourning wasteland so quickly, he had great wishes unfulfilled - he had to live, strong and powerful, he could no longer be the king of Norman, but he couldn't be a decrepit man on the verge of death, he still had children, Ray and Raymond, even if he had taken the throne, he would only be ten years old, and if he and Leona were gone, who would support them? Would the ambitious courtiers be willing to submit to the knee of a child? They won't, Razelle, and Raymond, who have the blood of his blood, which the nobles hate, and the young king, and his brothers, who might be unsuspecting to drink a glass of poisoned honey, or be alone in a hunt with hungry wolves.

And his Grizzly Legion, and his knights, these young men who were full of admiration and love for him, he was now the king of the Normans of the Highlands, and even so, there were still people who were viciously slandered and despicably assassinated, and if he died, would the legion he had built also collapse in an instant? Not to mention, a few days ago, there were still people who questioned why he was building a new triple wall at the Dragon's Belly Pass, and those stupid ministers seemed to think that the orcs were no longer worth mentioning, until he threw the information from the ugly chicken in their faces-what was the most important thing for the Orc King Gersh in the past seven years? The subordinate took on all the heavy labor that the orc females originally undertook, and the orc females, like the human female ** subordinates, gave birth almost every few months- Orc children grow faster than human children, ten years, human children can only ride ponies in flat courtyards, those beast cubs are not only as tall as adult human males, their claws are enough to carve holes in the rocks, and the kind of potion he heard before leaving Thundercastle that can make a young orc grow in an instant, ten years ago, will not be ten years later?

Had it not been for the ugly chicken and her companions, who had hindered Gersh's other plan to build a solid and unified nation like the humans, the orcs would have launched a tentative assault this winter, and his ministers would still be arguing for a few gold coins!