"I'm going to tell him. ”

"No!"

"I thought love was about never hiding it. ”

"I haven't loved him for a long time. ”

"Then it's out of friendship," Gülen said, "I think I have to let him know......"

"Please!"

"Hey, Berdwin, I think you need to know ......"

"For the gods' sake, don't!"

With a wave of his new arm, the silver metal arm grabbed a stone brick used to build the wall and threw it as a weapon at the enemy, an unfortunate thief apprentice was hit and fell from the multiple lampstands hanging from the towering dome with his crossbow, and then the former Lord of Thundercastle had time to look at the man behind him, "What do you want me to know?"

"Nothing. Memmy said categorically, and Berdwin gave her a look of disbelief as he turned his gaze to Glenn, whose thin face was filled with the kind of smile that the former paladin disliked the most, "It's just a small problem." As he answered, a fireball roared, and their mage was still fighting a red-robed warlock, and without Baldwin's warning, the three men behind him, Memmy, Glenn, and the dwarf McGee, quickly jumped into the corridor on the left, leaving poor Baldwin behind. The warrior erupted into a fierce roar in the midst of his laughter, and flowing Mithril overflowed from his "right hand" like thunder, only in an instant, as the dwarf McGee had said, as Baldwin imagined, he was given a broadsword of the most familiar to him, an enchanted steel broadsword given to him by the King, who had been with him in Thundercastle for nearly twenty years, but since he had been imprisoned, all his weapons had been confiscated and destroyed.

And now he had a weapon so delicate and fitting to his heart, the Serrisians had said. There was no better weapon than an extension of the user's arm, and Berdwin had thought it was just a description, but now he knew that it was not just a description, but a miracle worthy of praise ten thousand times—he had not only regained his arms, his fingers. In the palm of his hand, he also got a weapon that would never be lost - a fireball struck the broadsword, hot enough to melt black iron and steel, but it encountered Mithril, which flowed like a rushing stream of water, and the temperature was quickly lowered below the threshold that humans could tolerate, and even so, Berdwin felt a trace of burning. But the scorching heat didn't make him lose his sharpness and tenacity as a warrior, and in an instant the broadsword deformed, narrowed, elongated, and bent, pulling out a slender bowstring at each end, and condensing into a small ball that jumped like a frightened beast when the second spell screamed. It becomes thin and long, which cannot be said to be the standard shape of an arrow. However, Baldwin was not holding an ordinary longbow now, all the changes were so fast and accurate, and after shooting the arrow, Baldwin still had time to sideways dodge the caster's attack - a puff of acid almost hit the dwarf McGee behind him, and if McGee was not a dwarf, then his upper body would most likely become a black and white abstraction on the wall.

This time Rayette made a mistake. She carried a pair of dragon skin gloves, which were made from the back of a young dragon that had been removed from the back, and even then, it was as thick as two layers of cowhide and five layers of sheepskin, which made her a little unable to move. But this glove can catch both the magic energy thrown by the enemy and the opponent's weapon after adding magic, and she is now facing not a spellcaster, but just a former paladin who has lost the favor of the gods, so she can be said to be very careless to hold the arrow shot by Baldwin in her hand, but did not destroy or discard it immediately, the arrow like a feather contracted in her palm, and before she knew it, countless tiny spikes burst out, and these spikes even pierced her dragonskin glove, piercing her hand into dense holes。 Rayette screamed and stepped back, clutching her injured hand, and the drop of Mithril that had left its owner froze on the floor before she could do anything about it, and then slipped into a knife-thin crevice, disappearing in the blink of an eye.

"I thought you knew it was a magical Mithril arm. Rika said smugly, "Sister." ”

Rayette grabbed a wand from behind her waist and snapped it on her knee, "Get out of here!" she shouted rudely, but she didn't know if it was Rika or Baldwin, the spell cast by the wand formed a cloud of thick green smoke that filled the corridor where the latter was hiding, but Reyette couldn't hear the human screaming and coughing as she wished, and with a twisted expression she pulled out a healing potion from the potion belt hanging under her robes, and put it between her teeth to bite it instead of throwing her head up and drinking it like the others- Not only were she wary of her enemies, but also of her allies and brothers, and the Red Robes of Grenada were not a godsend, they were best at falling into the ground, and every warlock, priest, or mage who had lived and lived in that realm knew not to expose his wounds in front of others.

The bitter healing potion melted into her wounds, but Reyette's tongue and mouth were still aching, they were bottle crumbs that she didn't have time to spit out, after the potion took effect, they grew together with the flesh, it may be after the battle that Reyette had time to slowly pick them out one by one, the healing technique might be better, but Reit didn't have time to pray to her god for magic now, "Why are you still here?" She scolded her brother, and to be honest, he was to blame for the way he was, he proposed to capture the black-haired spellcaster's friend as bait and hostage, and he was the one who divulged his mentor's secret in exchange for Reyt's cooperation, and even detained Berdwin in the tower of Master Antonio, although Reicht also thought that idea was very good, and Ricka was not the only one who coveted Ostal's secrets and the interests in the dark, as for Berdwin's "residence" At first, she was also quite in favor of it, because she didn't want her guild to be destroyed in the caster's battle.

But now it seems that it is better to destroy one or two guilds, the guild building was taken from a merchant anyway, and they can do it again and see how Rika has set it up! Her thieves are not little bugs hovering in the light, even if they have heard the whistling of the wind in the mourning wasteland. She didn't even understand how Baldwin had managed to get out of the prison at the bottom of the tower, which was originally the room where Mage Antonio used to cast summons, because the casters summoned either demons or demons, and the lowest level was also powerful ghosts, so their summoning place was always quite hidden and solid, and Mage Antonio's secret room was buried deep underground. The lead water poured between the crevices in the rocks, the magic depicted on the walls, most of the spells would be useless in this room, and the narrow doors and narrow staircases of three black iron mixed with Mithril in a row were destined to be very difficult to enter and exit, let alone the ghosts and thieves she left behind—but the tall human male rushed out like an enraged boar to everyone's surprise.

The red-robed priest and the warlock licked their lips gently, and if there was a reason, the Mithril finger, which could change with the master's mind, must be one of the biggest reasons, she didn't get enough knowledge from the warlock's tower. After all, almost all of Grenada's aristocratic women would become Gredi's priests, so no male mentor would have the thankless task of teaching a woman sincerely, so Rayette had never heard of the Quicksilver Golem, but that didn't stop her from being aware of the preciousness of the magic arm - her fingers and palms were almost healed, and the glamorous female sorcerer gently bent her fingers, unobtrusively checking that they could still make the casting gesture correctly.

"What about your enemies?" she snapped, hoping it would put some pressure on her allies and brothers.

Rika shrugged indifferently, "He's hiding." ”

"Then find him!" Ryette screamed, "do you think he will be merciful to those who have robbed his friends and threatened him with them?" Is it okay to put the whole thing out of the way?"

"Who knows, my dear sister. The male warlock, also dressed in red robes, but darker in color than Ryette, and so deep that it resembled congealed blood, said happily: "Although he is a mage, he has half elven blood, and has been hanging out with an elf for a long time, who knows if he will be infected with the common diseases of elves?—perhaps he will indeed walk away quietly and return to his island." Or we can talk to him and see if we can work together and form an adventure party or something......"

"You're mad," said Ryette unceremoniously, "when will the Red Robe go with one, even half an elf? I think I'll get a pin-and-needle that makes the most sense the next day. She was even angrier at the sight of Rika's smile, knowing that she was being teased again, and of course, Rika knew better than she that there was no possibility or need for compromise between them and the dark-haired spellcaster.

Although Baldwin is out of their control, they still have Leona, the princess of the Norman Highlands, and Reichette is only worried that these people are not very valuable to the princess, but she will be willing to explain it to them.

"Now can you tell me what you can't say to me?" asked Berdwin, "while they're still arguing." ”

They huddled on the side of the hallway, thanking the gnomes, oh, the sensitive and vigilant little ones, who always wore so many dumbfounded defensive ornaments on their bodies, and McGee was no exception, but his defensive ornaments were deliberately crudely made, but their effectiveness was not diminished, so that they would not be suffocated, stinged, or teared by the stinking clouds created by the spells—and gave Berdwin room for rare curiosity.

"You said it was just a small problem. Baldwin looked at Gülen.

The thief's eyes moved to the left, and to his left was Memmy, who glared at him fiercely, and then turned to glare at McGee in discouragement, and the dwarf McGee scratched his face: "Before, the mage controlled it to kill a thief. ”

Baldwin flicked his tongue, "I don't think it's something to hide from me. ”

Gülen grimaced inwardly.

Dwarf McGee looked at Birdwin's new arm, that drop of Mithril should have returned to its original place, Master Cremar cast the last spell outside that prison, the room that was once used to summon demons and demons was indeed heavily guarded, but it was not without gaps, even if there was a spell to obstruct, the black-haired caster could disarm it one by one according to the message from Mithril - He was such a wise and powerful mage, at least McGee hadn't thought of preparing so many spells that seemed to have nothing to do with the battle, but the price was as high as the reward, and the scrolls and rune crests that the caster had cast on that day could have been the sum of a year or years for other mages.

He was a little worried, wondering if his new lord would be able to emerge victorious against the two Warlocks as he had done every time before.

Well, of course, they also have Berdwin, as one of the most important forgers, no one knows more about the strength and elite of this arm or weapon than McGee, and there will be countless people who are willing to cut off their intact arms in exchange for it, so he doesn't want to say anything, although McGee also guessed that Baldwin probably didn't care about this at all, didn't his previous broadsword pierce the enemy's ass or other unspeakable position? In any case, when humans fight orcs, this possibility is very high- Given the height difference between the two.

"We thought you'd be upset about your arm - and a weapon being used by someone else, for the first time. The dwarf said.

Bodwin nodded, "That's right," he said, "Some knights do have such ...... Cleanliness, they cherish their weapons more than their wives, but that's not me, you don't need to worry about me being troubled," he smiled mildly, "I know you're lying, but that's okay," he said, and then Memy saw the ground on the side of the former knight shaking slightly, "We can talk about it later." ”

With that, he jerked up his right arm - Master Antonio's tower was sturdy, but with the exception of a few special rooms, most of the floors and compartments were made of steel as supports, covered with wooden planks, and then covered with thin slate, marl, or tapestry, depending on the use, and where they were, the floor was covered with walnut planks about two fingers thick, and the blade of Mithril pierced the floor, cutting through the steel beams, and below was only the top layer of marble chalk......

They fell straight down. (To be continued.) )