What made Leona and Birdwin even more indignant was to come, and some of the Norman soldiers who were responsible for transporting the slaves around the island reported that some of the slaves were not serfs, but commoners, and that they were taken from village to village, and then after a long journey they were delivered to the slave traders, and they were forcibly dispersed into old, young, young, young, male and female, and the same was true of the children, who did not know where they were being taken, and where their relatives were, and it was not that no one wanted to resist, but those who resisted were pierced through the chest with the spears of the soldiers; Hungry and thirsty, they were given a bowl of turbid soup with herbs in it, and they lost consciousness when they drank it. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

"It's that kind of herb. Birdwin said that only around the lord's mansion could still see the plants that could produce beautiful flowers on the side island, in order to ensure the survival of the slaves who could no longer escape the control of the herb, and to give it to the druids and priests for experimentation and testing, and as their knowledge of the herb grew, the fear of it became stronger, and it is said that the priest of the god of morning light had submitted a document to the main temple asking the followers of Rosada to try to curb the spread of the plant.

Disappointingly, however, the white-robed people did not move as quickly as they would have liked, and with the help of Pastor Gredi, the rulers of several countries and regions began to cultivate the herb.

And as we have said before, the ointments, pills, and potions made from this herb soon replaced most of the expensive supplies of their kind, and some of the most insightful commoners even reduced the number of times they went to the temples of the gods of good, such as Rosada, to make sacrifices to Gredi, just because the priests of the temple of Gredi promised to get the herb products from their hands for free if they could show Greday their piety. Although both Rosada and Tyre have explicitly issued oracles confirming that Gredi is just a false god, the human beings who live in hardship and hardship do not fully understand this (in fact, even some nobles do not have all the faith so solid), and they only ask the white-robed people if they can come up with something comparable to this herb, can't they? That's good, you can't stop me from believing in a god who can give me this, what about a false god, if there is no such herb, Perhaps they were unfortunate enough to be injured or sick before they were to leave for the Plain of Mourning in two or three days—the herb's damage to the human body was not as quickly and clearly revealed as that of the aconitum or the mandala, so that all persuasion and guidance were extremely difficult.

Even on the side islands, there were people among the former slaves who gradually became sober, but instead of being ecstatic, they became depressed and disappointed, and they wanted "peace" rather than a long life, as in the past, without feeling pain or hunger. Then there were the misguided Norman soldiers, who did not know how they became obsessed with this slow-deadly poison, but it was a thief who worked for Gülen who spied the secret - remember the taverns and inns scattered along the shoreline, and of course there were also wandering merchants who sold the herb, who knew nothing of its dangers, and who were richly paid for the generosity of their lords.

This enraged Baldwin, and almost overnight, the taverns and inns on the side islands were reduced to a tenth of their original size, and people were hanged with wooden signs labeling them, their bodies hung on wooden shelves, and seabirds landed on their shoulders and pecked out their eyes, whether they were drug-selling dealers or taverns or innkeepers. The priests walked between the soldiers and the knights, looking for the soldiers who had been tempted by the drug - the knights wanted to keep them, after all, their strength was still weak, and in the knights' minds, drug addiction could be cured by spells and magic, but Birdwin believed in Cremar, or rather, in Kerryben. The black-haired spellcaster has said that the worst thing about this drug is that it's not just the body that is under its control.

The soldiers may or may not be drawn to it again, but Berdwin is reluctant to gamble, especially when the odds are so small.

Captain Corbert saw this unpleasant sight as soon as he entered the side island, and he couldn't help but sigh that two of the crew members of his ship had been dismissed by him, "And the castle is not so peaceful." He said.

"What?" Leona asked with concern, after all, if they were to return to land from the Dragonfire Islands, then the Beacon Fortress was the most reliable and convenient channel, she knew that the current ruler of the Beacon Fortress was the Grand Duke of Harvey, the former Archon, but she didn't know him very well.

The castle was also in a precarious state, its sky was still blue, but it was still as dark clouds as the dark clouds that had gathered in the heart of the Grand Duke of Harvey before a hurricane.

By the time he left the fort, the soldiers of Grand Duke Harvey had just hung half a dozen of merchants and civilians who had violated the new law of the fort by selling and cultivating the herb.

Before the noose was tightened, the merchant was still shouting that he was carrying several bottles of ointment that he needed and consumed for himself, and that he had indeed carried less than five ounces, and that the poor middle-aged man lived in a very remote place, and he had no idea what herbs were, and he had only taken a free packet of seeds from the temple of Gredy, and after confirming that the temple would buy its fruit with tinkling copper coins, the peasant who only knew how to deal with dirt took them back and planted them on the edge of the ridge, and when the patrolling soldiers suddenly destroyed his mud hut and drove him, his wife, and three children outEven when the rough hemp rope was put around his neck, he still looked like he was having a terrible nightmare.

Colbert didn't know what he could do - he knew that more than one person had become dissatisfied with the Grand Duke Harvey, including Aubrey, who had always supported him, and whose son played for Harvey, and who kicked him out.

It's good like this, it's like groveling in front of Harvey, and turning around is just about to curse him to the bottomless abyss.

Colbert was worried about Harvey, and the mage Alva, who had always stood by his side. (To be continued.) )