The first image that jumped into the mind of the otherworldly soul was the child he saw outside the fortress of Bi Peak. But he knew in the next second that this idea was not feasible at all, and think about how he got into the fortress and the White Tower, and One-Eye was still living in an inn outside the city. And as the son of a lord, a spellcaster of noble blood, Beavis's residence was located in one of the best parts of the inner city, separated from the consul's residence by a fifteen-foot-high double-walled wall and a river twenty-five yards wide and three yards deep, surrounded by neighbors who were either guild leaders or nobles and mages, and of course, it was now a bit desolate, and people were afraid of the gray robe and the ghost he had created, and even more feared that he would want to revisit the old place.

Regardless, the people the Otherworldly Soul wanted to help couldn't even enter the Outer City, let alone live here, and as Kerriben said, it wasn't a fault to have a peaceful and wealthy living environment, let alone a crime. He can't just show mercy and let a would-be thief let a kid in, bringing chaos and atrocities, or worse,

Maybe he could rent out the house and use it as a regular source of money?

The idea was undoubtedly ridiculed by the lich.

- Even if there is no small souvenir left by the gray robe, he said, no one who is qualified to live here will want to choose such a place that has been abandoned for more than ten years because of a miserable death, and even if there are one or two madmen looking for death, then it is necessary to draw your attention to the fact that on this continent all acts of charity are named gods, and individual acts of kindness are neither admired nor trusted, oh, of course, if you are willing to believe in the hypocritical white robes, you can also ask for their help, although nine out of ten of them will refuse to give purposefully, and the remaining tenths will gladly accept and tell you that you have no right to say anything about your money.

Above all, the former immortals can simply say that you think that the few pieces of bread you give can compare to the envious eyes of the people, the shining gold coins, the beautiful satin clothes, the delicious wine and the meat steak, they will still try to find a chance to get ahead in every way, and what you do will only become a more comfortable breeding ground for depravity and sin.

To the lich's surprise, the vile and innocent soul was neither angry nor depressed, he was silent for a moment—where did those people come from?

-- Adventurers who are too wounded or drunk to work, criminals who have been banished and exiled, peasants who have abandoned their land because of famine or thieves, runaway slaves, mixed hybrids, and some other unacceptable garbage—the lich replied nonchalantly, that in fact the lord of Cape Dike was generous enough, and look at the White Tower, although it has a half-elf lord, and the tower of Rosada stands here, but within a hundred miles you will not see a stranger who has no identity, suspicious and dangerous.

- I think that after a longer silence, the soul of the other world said, "Maybe the priest of Rosada will be happy to accept this gift."

- The lich screamed - he had no interest in the house, but that didn't mean he was glad that his old enemies had received anything from him - do you think they would be willing to help you contain those filthy imps?!

- They can use it as a store, a warehouse, or for entertaining guests who want to sleep in.

- I won't allow it!

- Don't be like this, the soul of the other world is helpless to hold his hand, you said you don't need this.

――It's not a question of whether I need it or not!

- Then give up the right of use, and the lich's co-occupant reassures him that it still belongs to you, but it will not be deserted, so that we will not have to stay in a hotel or in the sanctuary of Rosada, when we come to the White Tower, what do you think?

- the former immortal must admit that he was persuaded - if you can guarantee that they will not worship rosada and sing the damned hymn in it.

Adel was glad to accept this small gift, for the god of morning light, who had many nobles and even members of the royal family among the believers, it was not very important who owned the final ownership of the house, they cared about whether the place would allow them to enter, and the priests of the god of morning light were eager to dispel the negative energy and possible ghosts that were getting stronger and colder day by day as soon as possible, to clean and purify the entire withered courtyard, to paint the walls, to tidy up the house, to hang the curtains, to ensure that it was clean and bright even if it was uninhabited-- When they greeted the first morning light, they looked down from the fifty-foot tower, and at first glance they could see the little black dot wrapped in misfortune and sin—the act of the gray robe was the most indecent and shameless provocation and insult to these pious and pure white robes.

The problem is that according to the laws of the White Tower, even the priest of the God of Morning Light does not have the right to trespass on his territory without the permission of his master, which is a crime and a serious violation of Rosada's teachings.

They could only endure it, no one expected that Beavis would disappear for nearly twenty years, and some of the followers of Rosada even wanted to use their power to find him or someone who could inherit his property, but fortunately, that person appeared before they could do anything.

"I think we'll turn the ground floor into a little copy room," asked the priest of Rosada briskly, "it's sunny, the courtyard is wide, and it's close to the river—and after dispelling the unpleasant things, the whole west wing will be preserved, and you can use it at any time, or take it back at any time, I mean, the whole house." ”

"Just leave me a room. "I expect to spend the next few years in Grey Ridge. ”

"I've been to Grey Ridge," Adel said with a smile, he is a young man with flaxen hair, with bright brown eyes and a lovely round face, perhaps because of the preference of the gods, you can rarely find old and ugly priests in Rosada, and he will even give his beloved priests some divine grace to keep them beautiful and energetic, but Adel is indeed just over nineteen years old in March this year, and his heart is still hovering between children and adults, so he likes to travel around and socialize with people his own age:" It's half-elves and elves, the buildings are delicate and peculiar, it's full of verdant plants and flowers, birds roaming between the beams and cornices, and squirrels squatting on your windowsill to bask in the sun, snatching nuts and berries from your breakfast plate - you may enjoy it, but if you can, I hope you'll return to the White Tower often, where your mentor lived for a short time, and who will leave far more traces than you think. ”

"I think I will. Cremar said, "Even if it's just to see you?"

He took two steps forward to notice that Adair hadn't followed, and turned around only to notice that the priest was staring at him dumbfounded, and the black-haired spellcaster blinked, realizing that he might have just casually said something that was not good, well, decent - the bad habit that had been cultivated from a long time on the Internet, and he might have to be grateful that he didn't use that "dear", you know, in the lingua franca of the mainland, "dear" is also a word that is easy to pronounce.

- What kind of crime will this be? The soul of the other world asked blankly, in prison or at the stake?

- Thank you to the Alzheimer's God, the lich laughed with a quack, Rosada's teachings weren't that harsh, but if you were in the Northland, or a priest of Tyre, this frivolous language would probably get you a few maces.

"Well, I mean," Cremar remedied in time, "I don't have many friends here, maybe you'd like to be one of them?"

"Of course," Adel said hurriedly, carefully concealing his fright, "of course I'd like to be your friend." It was only the first time he had heard such a blunt statement, and he looked cautiously at his new friend—indeed, like the elf Kerryben and the half-elven males he had seen, Cremar had a very attractive appearance for women—and he was still a spellcaster, a poor or stupid man could not be a mage, young, tall, strong, so it was not surprising that he had a tongue that looked like it had been dipped in honey.

The priest, who was also a little young and handsome, was even a little jealous, but he wrote it down at once, ready to save it for some girl he was obsessed with—or could he have learned more about it from Cremar?

This is yesterday, and there is a problem with the mobile phone network at night, and it can't be sent...... The update time has been a bit unstable recently.,Please forgive me.,It's probably going to be updated at a fixed time by mid-May.,I'll notify you when the time comes.。 Dear, hug.