By the time Gülen returned to the "Empty House", the brilliant magical galaxy had tilted about a third to the west, and although the thieves could not see the magical galaxy, they could still roughly distinguish the moment from the brightness of the sky and the brightness of ordinary stars - there was also a gadget in his residence in Sharp Jaw Harbor that was similar to all the timers of the black-haired spellcaster, except that it was the same as everything else, since he was "Silverfingered" After being handed over as a scapegoat, it fell into the hands of the bastard (most likely the mage of the guild, and accurate timers have always been the favorite of spellcasters), but Glenn didn't miss it very much, first, because it was not necessary for a thief who was so sophisticated that he could count with his breath and heartbeat, and second, he could always get such one, just like he had amassed a considerable fortune before.

The three "empty houses" they rented Linked together, in an asymmetrical triangular distribution, only the hut shared by Gülen and Berdwin is dark, the other two are faintly lit, I have to say, the empty house between the dark blue sky dome and the deep black sea is like some kind of delicate and beautiful toy, because its main structure is the relationship of coral, and there are fine holes around it, and the light is projected and refracted from these small holes, like a white alabaster inlaid with millions of gravel-like transparent stones, as bright as the stars, and as gentle as the sea, even the reflection in the water is so pure and flawless, perfect。

The sight caused the thief, who had never cared about any of this, to stop for a moment, and then draw his attention to a delicious, sweet aroma.

Glenn recognized at a glance the pot that had been held in Mei Mi's hand, it was half-buried in the ashes of the charcoal, kept at a piping hot temperature, and there was not only a large piece of crab meat inside, but also several crab legs that had been broken up for taste, and considering that the thief might have returned late, Kerry had left him the part cooked in red curry - the soul of the other world was not a good cook in this plane. But he has the advantage of not being stingy with spices and sugar (although he almost puts too much curry), and the snow-white crab meat is dipped in the red sticky soup, which has a rich aroma that you can grab as soon as you reach out, even a full person may not be able to withstand this temptation, not to mention that Gülen is already hungry.

He was busy with trading and trading all night at dusk and half the night, and the blood red wine and rum were pushed around on the dark and shiny table, and there were indeed small meals on the table, but they were all the specialties of Redthroat Harbor - starfish, sea cucumbers, jellyfish, and a small pointed snail, which did not taste anything at all, except for the size and meat quality. They all had a disgusting stench - if Gülen could find the first guy to think of to eat them, he would stab him to death, and the brightly colored starfish were steamed and served in discs, and when you opened the skin, you could see something dark green that looked like a solidified pustule and a growth, and of course, you could call it starfish meat, which the locals ate with salt and spirits, and Gülen tasted the first one and almost contributed it and all the contents of his stomach to the inn floor.

To escape the starfish, he ate jellyfish, which is said to be the skin of a jellyfish and then pickled and concocted. By the way, a certain mage who passed through Redthroat Harbor gave it a nice name, called Sea Moon, but for Gülen. Neither the sea nor the sun, nor the sea moon, nor the starfish could change this kind of thing, like the end result of a tasteless and colorless cowhide, and until now he felt heavy in his stomach.

Since we already have the first two, how can we miss sea cucumbers, to be honest. It looks like a big brown maggot, and it tastes the same, and it's put whole in the soup. Vertical its spikes.

Finally he couldn't resist asking who had put the things on the table first, and one of his peers told him that the food had been for slaves, until one lord felt that it would be too wasteful to give them food.

"It's good to get used to it. The man said, snorting as he snorted from his sea cucumber soup.

The skin that Kerry had given to Glenn contained not only hundreds of gold coins, but also a dozen unpolished gems, which could be used as hard currency in the chaotic zone, and the inn was not without good things, at the very least, fresh fish, lobster, Lamb or chicken is still available, the problem is that Gülen isn't going to make himself too conspicuous, and it's not a big deal to have a cheap glass of ale or rum, but if you're willing to spend too much on food, you'll have to pay twice or triple as much if you want something else.

"But your master doesn't seem to be such a stingy man. "The man said that he was a thief in Redthroat Harbor, that there was no union, that this was common in the Dragonfire Islands, that the lord did not allow anyone to have authority beyond him, and that both priests and thieves wanted to take over the islands.

"You also said that it was my master. Gülen took a sip of rum, diluting the stench of starfish flesh with the smell of the liquor - he didn't say that he was a companion with the caster, which only brought unnecessary vigilance, only that he was employed.

"But these things - some of them are only needed by the caster...... This is what your master wants, right?"

"The problem is that I don't want to do it for nothing. ”

"You can raise the price a little bit. ”

"You mean to let me lie to a spellcaster?"

"Isn't it the same to get money from it?"

"No, it's different, of course you wouldn't mind if a dog just wants to eat a bone, but what if it wants to eat the meat in your soup?"

"We can't get what you want for this price. ”

"Redthroat Harbor isn't just an inn or tavern, is it?"

"Don't get too far into it. ”

"What do you think ......?"

Their conversation was interrupted by a sudden commotion, and Gülen glanced through the gaps in her body to see a woman, or rather, a female slave, being dragged into the lobby of the inn, where it was clear that gambling was going on again today.

Gülen placed his dagger on the table—not the adamantite gold dagger, but one of Coubert's crew, made of stainless steel, sharkskin sheath, and pulled it out a little, the blade of which shimmered faintly. It was a magic effect he had asked Cremar to do, and it was actually just a trick, but it would have been enough if it was only used as a warning or to deceive.

"Okay...... Well," said the man, throwing up his hands and dejectedly, "what a hell of a life, the casters are always generous. ”

"I'm not a spellcaster. Gülen said.

The man got up and left his seat, but his glass was still in place, and there were about two or three ounces of rum in the glass, indicating that he was still coming back—in a strong man—with a skeleton tattooed on his arm with two thin scimitars crossed underneath. Showing that he was an important figure on the pirate ship, the man returned when he had left a fifteenth wound on the shriveled chest of the female slave, and he opened the leather bag he had brought with him for Gülen to see, and the contents were very mixed, but they were not in bad condition—some of them were bumpered with ominous blood.

Just like the Thieves' Guild, there are mages on the pirate ship, and they will keep what they need and exchange the rest for gold. There are also spellcasters who are often paralyzed and have their lives stolen by thieves or assassins.

Glenn quickly clicked on what he needed, the contents of the note already firmly squeezed into his heart, and then followed the price he had agreed on - although the man had been reluctantly muttering. But Gülen wasn't a novice, and he knew that the man was as happy with the deal as he was, that the sale in the dark wasn't always as clean as one might think, and that sometimes they were more eager to bargain than the street vendors. Nothing about the gold coin behavior will even make them think that you treat them like beggars - they will be extremely annoyed, and you will never want to know how much trouble a little person like this will cause you.

When the thieves left their table, the man also stood up. Serving as both escort and surveillance, they had to pass through the antechamber, which was crowded with people, and the clanging of silver and gold coins into barrels. Gülen paused for a moment as the man managed to move away from a drunken orc, his gaze falling on the female slave, who was unclothed and unbound, but who remained motionless even when the knife fell on her.

The inn's torches illuminated the area, her dark brown skin glowing a dead gray white from blood loss, and the thieves noticed that she had a large square mark on her back, the large one covering almost the entire back, with the words "I am a slave of the Dragonfire Islands" written in upright font about the size of a baby's palm at the top, and "Written" in detail below Knowing which lord she belongs to, which region she belongs to, which official, which steward, what work she has done, how many times she has been mated, how many times she has given birth, it is not an exaggeration to say that you only need to look at those old and new imprints, and you can see her life clearly.

"How?" said the man, "Do you want to place a bet?"

"Nope. Gülen said.

When the first bite of crab meat was put in his mouth, the thieves left the slave behind almost instantly.

Gülen hesitated when he saw the oysters that Baldwin had left him, but he pried them open one by one with his dagger and ate them, the taste of raw oysters is hard to describe, but in any case it is much better than starfish meat.

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"This is the spell book that Alva gave you?"

"Yes. "The soul of the other world said that this spell book and part of the spell casting materials were put in a dimensional bag, it was not copied by Alva himself, and his spell book may not be suitable for the current black-haired spellcaster, so this is his disciple's spare spell book, after knowing that Kremal's dimensional bag was stolen by the little devil, the three mages discussed, Alva took out his dimensional bag, his disciple gave his spare spell book, and Antonio added some materials, so the black-haired spellcaster will not spend an embarrassing and dangerous time empty-handed like the player who was forced to sell all the card items in the Monopoly game。

The spells copied from the spellbooks used by Alva's disciples were up to level six, but they were enough for the lich to cope with most of the current situation, but neither Alva nor Antonio, nor Alva's disciples, either of them had any paper and ink for copying scrolls in their dimensional bags, and some spell casting materials - each spellcaster's casting habits were different, and the spells they were good at and preferred were different Kerry sensed that Cremar was gradually forming his own small system, no, should I say...... He seemed to have had a framework in place from the beginning, and all he had done was strengthen and solidify his system, unlike any spellcaster Kerry had seen - even an elf. They may also be half-hearted and hesitant in the early stages of becoming mages, and there may be a time when they will enjoy using lightning spells very much, and after a while they will start to harness fire more, but in the end they may be fixed on force fields, sound waves, or even illusions.

"The dragon grammar book?"

"It's in that dimension bag too. Cremar said, "I think the little monster is probably here for it." ”

Kerry nodded, he had also seriously considered this issue after coming to the Dragonfire Islands, and this inference was probably the most correct. He didn't think there was anything else in Cremar's dimensional bag that would attract such a cunning and patient little monster...... It may even be a little devil in disguise, but in any case, its owner is not a general.

But to be honest, Kerry didn't want Cremar to keep the spell book. Even though Cremar had said that he didn't know the language of dragons, dragon grammar was a powerful and evil spell after all, and the casters were always hungry for power, and he was worried that if one day, the greed contained in the other half of Cremar's blood overshadowed the calmness and sanity given to him by the elven bloodline, would he try to decipher the book in order to get the hypocritical glory and glory from it?

What the elves didn't want Cremar to know was. He had inspected their bags and the new dimensional pouch with the trust that Cremar had placed in him, and all he feared was that his fingers would be burned by the hard, smooth cover when he reached into the leather pouch and the dimensional pouch, but he didn't.

Cremar never lied to him. If he could, Kerry really hoped that the black-haired half of his people would be able to keep their white minds and pure souls as always...... But he also knew that it was impossible, which was why Greyridge insisted on banishing the half-elves who had served for sixty years.

Glenn did a good job, and the otherworldly soul checked all kinds of materials. Tomorrow the lich will begin to copy the scrolls, and when they are ready, they will begin to search for the gnomes.

Mage Alva reminded him, Mage Beavis. That is, Cremar's "mentor" is the son of a lord on the Dragonfire Islands, and although he never explicitly mentions his family, when he settled in the Dragonfire Islands and the White Tower, he did have people from the Dragonfire Islands who brought him gold coins and gifts, and the small building where he and his wife lived was a gift from his father, otherwise, even if Beavis was a spellcaster, he might not be able to live next to the archon.

If they can't find a gnome on their own who can create a magical arm for Baldwin, they may need to turn to Beavis' father, a lord of the Dragonfire Islands.

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Wide Dolphin lost a lot of money at the table, which was a great luck for her slaves, because she didn't have any money to buy a new slave, and she always needed an animal to carry her carry.

She lives in a hotel with her slaves, and don't get me wrong, today's "Wide Dolphin" doesn't have that much money to live in a furnished room, and she can't even afford to borrow a room shared by a few people, at least for a few days. So she slept with the innkeeper in exchange for her right to sleep on the floor of the antechamber after the inn closed - the dead bet had just been dragged away, and the ground still had the temperature and smell of blood, and the congealed blood had filled the gaps in the gray stone slabs, and she slept on it with "wide dolphins" Feeling a chill and feeling like she was about to become a cold gambling device, she told her slave to lie down at her feet, and then stuffed the rough feet into the slave's abdomen, which was probably the only place where she didn't feel shelf, after all, there were no bones, the slave's body temperature warmed her feet, but it was still too thin, and the "wide dolphin" smacked her lips in half sleep, deciding that her seventh slave must be fatter.

She had no idea what was going on when she was grabbed by the hair, and she tried to scream as she was dragged out of the hotel door, but she was stabbed in the mouth, and her teeth flew out.

Her captors tossed her into the street as easily as they grabbed a piece of stinking grease, and the "wide dolphin" glanced at it in a hurry—the beggars, prostitutes, and thieves who were wandering the streets were all gone (they certainly didn't have time off work), and about a dozen shadows swayed as far as she could see, and the elbows of the shadows rested in a place that terrified her.

"Have you seen any of these people?" a voice asked, "a dark-haired spellcaster, a light-blond-haired elf, a knight without an arm, and perhaps a thief, a priest, and a red-haired woman." ”

"Wide Dolphin" blinked, and she was still thinking that she could get something out of it, but then a whip on her back immediately made her sober and understanding.

"Yes, my lordship. She bowed her head deeply, her hands and knees pressed against the slate, her head almost as low as her slave: "Sir...... They were the guests of the old salmon, who bought a little food and use from me, a dark-haired spellcaster, a priest of Flo, and a man with pale blonde hair, I don't know if he was an elf or not, I didn't see his pointed ears, a young man, maybe a thief, excuse me, I'm just a shallow person, I'm not too sure. ”

Then she heard a few brief discussions between the men, and their leader didn't seem to be going to go to the old salmon, because the old salmon didn't belong to their lord, and having that cunning bastard in them would only make things more troublesome.

"Take us there. The questioner ordered.

The "Wide Dolphin" glanced at the inn as she got up from the ground, but she was immediately whipped for it, and the whip was much stronger and more skillful than she was, and the whip landed on the side of the "Wide Dolphin", which was much softer and more painful than her back.

"Don't look at it," said the questioner mockingly, "you don't have any slaves anymore." (To be continued.) )