Afra straightened her clothes, and by the time they left Vinito, the group had changed their attire - in fact, according to Afra's idea, instead of hiding their identities, they should show their power and majesty in full order to avoid unnecessary troubles, such as the reckless behavior of stupid and ignorant humans in the midst of panic and greed. www.biquge.info But she also knew that her guardians, especially the softer ones, would not approve of this, and that the kings of the jungle of the Singh elves still didn't seem to have adapted to their status, or that he was far less interested in being a king than a free ranger.

The adult she loved was also more willing to follow the ranger's advice, or orders. And Afra was not willing to disobey him in such inconsequential matters, but the girl with jewel-colored eyes always smiled with an ominous gloom - if anyone saw this smile at this moment, he would not have mistaken the relationship between Gülen and Afra, they had more than just appearance.

They now disguised themselves as a group of adventurers, both men and women, shirts, leggings, coats or leather armor, and then capes with hoods, unlike the caster's cloaks, which only reached the knees, and the boots sometimes wrapped all the way up, the sides of the boots were open and held in place by straps and brass pins, which also served as protective gear, and when the adventurers needed to draw the dagger attached to the boots, they had little to no need to bend down or make alarming movements。 The spirit of the other world helped Kerry take off his forehead, tied up his cute pigtails again, and used pale blonde hair to cover the tips of his ears, and Afra's dark hair was dyed black- Black is the most stable and long-lasting dye they can find, so that they look a lot like people from a city or village, Afra is of course willing to have the same hair color as Cremar, the problem is that no matter how her hair color is adjusted, it can't be as deep as night like the Dragonborn, but it is very similar to Eloch and Lucie, especially Lucie, when they stand together, they are like sisters, although according to age, it is true, but for Afra, there is nothing more disgusting to her。

A gentle palm landed on the top of Afra's head, and pressed it gently, Afra curled her upper lip, if there was anything else that made her deeply dissatisfied, it was probably only her stagnant body, the elf's height has always been outstanding compared to humans, and Kremar's forehead was almost level with the elf's sideburns, and when Afra stood beside him, he looked more like a child - noticed, it was a child, not a girl......

They set out from a very small inn, this inn was opened outside the forest between Vinito and another principality, the owner was a Venito, his father and brother were merchants of Vinito, but his wife was a subject of the principality, and his brother was a servant of the Grand Duke, with the help of these two delicate identities they were able to open their own inn on the side of this chaotic roadside without fear of being affected by war, but it was also a very dangerous thing, because either side could suspect that they were spies of the other, and capture and hang them, the problem is, here they earn a very good income, so appreciable that the danger of death can be ignored.

After all, this is the widest and smoothest of the three branches of the road from Vinito.

The inn was small, and there were very few rooms, and the scene in the rooms could be described as miserable, and the guests who stayed here were almost comparable to the urinal of the demons, whether to vent their anger at being blackmailed or to sheer inadvertentity and habit, and there was not a single piece of furniture, no curtains and cushions, cockroaches, bed bugs, and fleas dancing in and out of the pile of cords that could no longer be seen in shape and color. Although the master was eager to say that he could clean the room at once, the elves and mages retreated, and as for Afra and Lucieu, they were of a rare agreement, and they left their horses in the inn's stables, and then went out into the forest in search of a place to spend the night. Neither elves nor dragonborns were humans, and they didn't need a sturdy house to make sure they wouldn't have their throats cut by wild beasts or even more terrible monsters while they slept, and that night they lay haphazardly on the vine-twinked beds, looking up to see the stars and the moonlight, the pale blue sky light falling on their faces and bodies through the dense foliage, as bright and soft as dew hanging from thin thatch.

The innkeeper brought horses for these non-people who might have raised the appearance of his guests all year, and it was undoubtedly harsh and cruel to human beings, but the horses were well cared for, the furs were brushed according to the texture of growth, and the beans and water were fed, and the horses, who had slept peacefully all night, had bright eyes, and when they saw their respective owners, they happily lowered their heads and rubbed in their arms.

"Elves. The innkeeper said in his heart that he turned back to his chamber after the horses had moved, and through the crack in the wooden window he watched the men until they disappeared at the end of the road, and then he went back to the inn, and after a little mockery with some of the guests, he turned and went into the kitchen— The food in the kitchen was unusually abundant, and in addition to the cured meat, there were live birds and rabbits, and a bleating sheep, and the innkeeper removed a brick from the edge of the hearth, and drew out from it a small hollow metal tube, which at first touched the paper he had taken from another place, and immediately shed blue marks, and after hastily writing a few words on it, he rolled up the short piece of paper, and stuffed it into the woodpipe, and tied it to the leg of a turtledove. The turtle dove was not afraid of human touch, and after a few cooing sounds, it flew away from the kitchen window.

People think that the owner of the inn is a Vinito, or a member of the principality, but in fact he is nothing, he is a nail planted here by the Silver Finger Guild, a thief, and so is his wife, and countless pieces of information, large and small, important and unimportant, flow from his hands to the guild branch, and then naturally someone will identify the contents and send them to him what their leader needs. The liquid that flowed out of the metal hollow tube disappeared when the parchment was rolled up, and had to be smeared with another secret potion to see what was written inside.

When he returned to the hall, he had a whole tray of bacon, sausages, and bread in his hand, and his expression had not changed at all, and the time consumed was so short that the noisy guests had no doubt about his departure at all, and even more so that their minds were almost attracted by the fragrant meat and bread. While they were haggling with the innkeeper over the high price, the innkeeper's information had already crossed Vinito's borders and flew towards a lighthouse hanging alone outside the city of Vinito.

The thieves in the lighthouse immediately checked the information, although they did not know who it belonged to...... But as soon as he saw the crucial words, he did not hesitate to give it to their mage.

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The Duchy of Tara is at the top of Vinito, like other southern countries, in the battle of more than a thousand years ago, their borders have also changed from round and neat to intertwined, some are a piece of flesh torn from others, and some are wounds left by others, especially the part of the border with Vinito, of course, the Venitos want to have more territories that are not floating on the sea, but if the Duchy of Tara is allowed to be invaded, they will have long since changed from a narrow strip like a ribbon to a small piece that is divided and eaten by neighbors. The advantage of the Duchy of Tara is that it is located on the side of the largest tributary of the Starlight River, with hills and forests, and a large area of fertile plains near the east, where rice stolen from the Seris is grown and harvested three times a year due to its slightly hot and humid climate. The rice produced here is not only abundant, but also sweet and elastic, even the original seed of Seris cannot be compared, and some people say that this is because the Starlight River brings the breath of life that belongs to the Silver Crown Forest, who knows, anyway, the Grand Duke of the Principality of Tara can exchange rice like snowflakes for sun-like gold coins every year.

Upon entering Tara, the elves and dragonborns saw even more peace than the merchants of Vinito, the calm people of Tara, who were not each dressed in expensive silk, but their clothes were neat and unmarked, some of the women wore bracelets of brass or silver, and the children, all of whom were ruddy and energetic, ran up and down the streets, shouting loudly, and one of them almost crashed into Kerribben's body. If it weren't for the fact that Afra and Lucieu were behind her, Kerry could have avoided it, and the two girls might have been, but behind them was a steep slope, and after a moment's thought, the elf still caught the little mischievous.

“...... Thank you......" The boy suddenly realized the danger he might face after a moment's pause, and the tall stranger made him timid, "Excuse me?"

The elf had caught a glimpse of some people approaching them, and he gently lowered the boy in his hand and turned to them, "Good afternoon, everyone," he said politely.

"Good afternoon. An old man replied, "Where do you look like, adventurers?" and his eyes, hidden under thick eyebrows, looked at them suspiciously, "Our town is small, and there is nothing worth the trek to this place. ”

"We're not here looking for an employer," Mr. Kerriben said, "and we agreed to meet here with a friend, at the Rossada Shrine here." ”

"It can't be considered ours," said the old man, "I mean, "the dwelling of the god of the morning light on the ground—they have migrated to our neighborhood because the city has become smaller—do you know where it is?"

Kerry nodded.

"Then it seems that you don't need a guide," the old man waved his hand, "but you should take these fellows with you, they are about to pray to the glorious Rosada," and several strong lads came out of the crowd in response, and it was evident that the elves' words were not fully taken to their senses, and if they were indeed guests of the temple of Rosada, then this was a respectful escort, and if not, then it was a discreet escort.

But no one here was upset by such a small thing, and they followed the humans through the towns, into the hills, through the dense forests, and then saw the alabaster buildings standing beside a small lake, and it was no wonder that the old man said, "Because the city is too small" The temple and sanctuary here may be larger than the White Tower and the Cape Fortress, but it also proves that Rosada has a devout and powerful believer here to have such a magnificent and magnificent abode here, and it is not surprising that Adel and Kerry agreed to meet here.

Perhaps there was a secret path that strangers did not know, and there must have been a young man with fast legs who had run to the temple in advance at the behest of the old man to inform the priests that when they arrived, Adel was already waiting on the steps, and when he saw them, the smile of the white robe was even brighter than the morning light.

As he stepped up the steps, Kerry paused imperceptibly—until the dark-haired Dragonborn followed, walking side by side with him, without showing any inappropriateness—though Cremar had listened to the hymn dedicated to the god of light in the sanctuary of the god of morning light before, and drank the water under the laurel tree, but not knowing and knowing, were two very different moods.

Adel certainly did not know what Kerry was feeling at the moment, and he was extremely happy to see his best friend, the priest who had been punished and suffered, still retained his vitality and youth under the favor of Rosada, and seemed to be a healthy and beautiful young man, and at this time, he even showed a different light posture from his usual appearance, jumping down the steps of about a dozen steps, and rushing to Kerry Ben and Cremar, first embracing this, and then embracing that.

"May the morning light always shine on you and me," he said when he saw Lucieu and Afra, as well as Eloch, he put away his overexcitement slightly: "I beg your pardon, I am really ......"

Afra looked up and smiled at him.