"Enough. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info" Berdwin said.

Ostarr put his hands back on his sleeves: "Are you sure? He is not your real son, Your Majesty, and very ...... It's annoying. ”

"That's the end of what I said. Berdwin said that he picked up Berner, who had been placed on the ground, wrapped his cloak around his face, and walked out, leaving Ostar and Changchang where they were.

Ostal's dark golden eyes turned to the long one, and the dwarf took a step back, his back hunched as if to shrink the whole person into a ball, "You did something very superfluous," Ostahl said.

"But he's going to kill me. He said with a long discernment.

"Then you should die. Ostar said. He wasn't in a good mood, because Bernard was in a special position, and revealing too much to him too early would only lead the whole thing in an unpredictable direction, he stretched out his finger to the long, and his pet Amoniz jumped out of the shadows and bit a long bite viciously, the dwarf screamed, the venom of the viper made his throat swell rapidly, he could barely breathe, and only with all his strength could he carve a narrow slit in the middle of the swollen throat, he fell to the ground, scratching his throat desperately with his fingers, panting in pain, saliva flowed from his lips to his cheeks, then his shoulders and the ground, Ostar looked at him in disgust, turned and walked away, as Chang Chang said, they still need this dwarf for the time being.

He rolled over and touched the cold ground with his tongue to relieve the uncontrollable heat and redness, and he struggled in the chaos for an unknown amount of time, maybe a hundred years, or a moment, until the corner of the red robe suddenly reappeared in his field of vision: "I think you seem to be hiding something." Ostal said suspiciously, "Maybe I should ......" As his long heart continued to fall, the red robe fell silent without warning, and after a moment he turned away again, this time he did not return here.

It took a while for the gnomes to gather, and the little devil Amoniz did not inject much venom into Changchang's body, and after a long grunt, he came to his senses, and he trembled as he remembered whether he had said and done something he shouldn't have done, and suppressed the fear in his heart. He didn't like Bernard, what happened today was nothing more than a small trap to push the boat, if this upright but not losing the means of the preparation servant could be rejected by His Majesty because of this, Changchang would be very happy, he had been worried that Bernard could give the kind of influence that Berdwin did not want, and this influence would undoubtedly affect Berdwin's attitude towards Changchang and the gnomes behind him.

Gnomes don't need a "good master" in the usual sense.

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Berner remembered everything, from the wall of steel that the gnome had shown him, to the red robe that would bring disaster and death to the place wherever it appeared.

When he awoke, he found himself in Bedwin's room, he was in a chair, wrapped in a cloak, and the low couch opposite was a mess, piled with furs and blankets, where someone had rested but had not cleaned up, and on the wall to the left of the couch hung a map of Wuthering Plains, and on the right wall, a map of the Norman of the Highlands.

Berdwin walked over and took a glass of warm milk, into which was poured into a small half glass of winter wine, exuding a mouth-watering, rich aroma, and Berner took it and drank it down.

"A red robe attacked me. He said.

"An accident," said Berdwin, "you shouldn't have been there, my child, you broke the rules." His tone was kind, and Berner couldn't help but look up at Baldwin- Perhaps it was because of the kind and conscientious adoptive father of Moreton Donclay that since the transfer of him from Leona, Baldwin had treated him more gently, more intimately and more attentively than Her Royal Highness, and he spent more time with Bernard than he did with his two own sons, and although Bernard was nominally his retainer, in fact the boy's food, clothing, housing and transportation were personally taken care of, and he even remembered telling the cobbler and tailor to measure Berner's height, shoulder width, chest circumference, and foot measurements every monthlest he fall into an embarrassing situation because of ill-fitting clothes and ill-fitting boots.

Sometimes, instead of seeing him as his own father, Bernard thinks that he is his own father, and it is because of this that he wants Berdwin to go astray more than anyone else. Baldwin's answer made his mouth full of bitterness, he didn't know what to say, he was still a child, not even a servant, let alone a knight, although Baldwin loved him like his own son, but he had a stubborn temper like a rock, let alone Berna, even Her Royal Highness the Queen, may not be able to reverse his established thoughts and practices.

But unexpectedly, instead of continuing the investigation, and not placing Berner outside of the important events as he had done before, he pressed Berner's shoulder and made him look at the wall on the left, the one in Wuthering Plains, which was a patchwork of scattered maps in the hands of the merchants, some of which were not so correct, but the outline of the desolate land was already a rough idea. On the map, there is the part of Thunder Castle and its inner city, as well as the Dragon's Belly Pass, on this map made of a whole bull's skin, the Dragon's Belly Pass is slender like a child's little finger, but the triple city wall is still clearly visible, Berdwin bent down, took out a square magnet from the box under the map, and placed it on the map, and the black iron behind the map immediately attached it firmly to it.

"This is the new triple wall I envisioned. "They're going to be a nightmare for the orcs." ”

"They're not just built for protection, are they?" asked Berner.

Baldwin gave him an approving look, "The ugly chicken has given me a good inspiration to others—orcs are flesh and blood," he said indifferently, "they will all be pierced by arrows, stabbed by spears, burned to ashes by flames, so why can't we become the demons of orc legends?" What a wonderful thing it would be for their young to grow up listening to terrible legends about man, Berner, though humans are no stronger than these beasts, tall and with fangs and claws, have we ever feared tigers and bears?

Berner looked at the map, Wuthering Plains was so vast and desolate, and it was not without the Norman kings of the Highlands who tried to pass through the Dragon's Belly Pass and enter the Wuthering Plains to exterminate the orcs, but they were quickly defeated by blizzards, famines, and herds, and the soldiers either became nourishment for the grass and trees, or food for the beasts, or slaves for the orcs.

"I'm not going to do that," said Baldwin, bending down and grabbing a small round magnet in his hand, "The new wall is just a starting point," he placed a small round magnet on the side of the Wuthering Plains, probably only a few hundred feet away from the new wall, "Our fortress will be a nail planted deep in the Wuthering Plains, one by one, and one by one," As he spoke, he pressed each of the little magnets on the map at a certain distance and speed, and they were like black stars, shining ominously on the chalk-rubbed cowhide.

"Is this what Your Highness is arguing with you about this?" asked Berner.

"Leona thinks that the Normans in the Highlands cannot afford such a heavy burden for the time being," and Baldwin admits, "If I am to do what I think, it is imperative to increase taxes." He shook his head helplessly, and put the magnet in his hand, "but I think," he said, "that if ten, twenty, or fifty years of toil can be exchanged for hundreds of years, the millennium of peace and well-being is worth it - and the present situation is not something that we can solve by being willing to back down That Orc King Gersh is building his kingdom, and once he does, then we will not be dealing with a few scattered tribes, but a whole country, and I don't think you will be unaware of how powerful a country is, Berner, and by that time, even with the new triple walls of steel, I am not sure that we will be able to keep the orcs out of the dragon's belly pass. Most importantly, my child," Baldwin's expression became serious, "Gersh's ambitions don't stop at gold coins and slaves, he has the same ambitions as a human, and he almost did it seven years ago, if it weren't for the will of the orc god Kauha......"

"Grenada and the orcs are allies, and they have attacked the Silvercrown Jungle together. Bernard said bluntly, and then couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness when he saw Baldwin's away gaze: "Father, who told you about Gersh, is it that red robe from Grenada?" Berner showed a look of disgust: "They used to be the same as the orcs, and you are walking side by side with them, Your Majesty, they are jackals, poisonous snakes, and devils, they are not worth trusting." ”

"But that's what ......" Leona agreed, wasn't she the one who made the decision to invite Cremar at the coronation?" "I don't need to trust them," said Berdwin, "I just need their potions, scrolls, and runes, and nothing else, whether it's the army or the walls, will not allow them to meddle in it." ”

Berner's mouth opened slightly, he knew that it was not easy for Berdwin to do this, and he was explaining to a child why he did it, and what he was going to do in the future- But if there was anyone in the Highlands Norman who knew better than the dead Dylan about the red robes that came from Grenada, it was probably only Berner, who had a mother who worked for Grenada, and neither Leona nor Berdwin forbade them to communicate with each other, and although they could not meet each other yet, they could still talk and write letters through magic. Anrui couldn't reveal much, but what Berner knew was enough for him to know Grenada. Even if this can only be described as a leopard in a tube, it can only be said to be more terrifying than more comforting.

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"Whose letter is this?"

"Leona, the princess of the Norman Highlands. Ferrekhill said, putting a soul gem in her mouth that the lich had handed her hand, and gritting it directly with her teeth, a crisp sound that resounded through the otherwise silent room.

The lich opened the letter and scribbled it away, Leona's approach was quite common among rulers, because of the previous incident, the relationship between the Norman of the Highlands and the Silvercrown Jungle could be said to have fallen to a freezing point, and the fact that she did not directly tear up the covenant was just because she lacked an opportunity, so she turned to Grenada. Of course, she also knew very well that Grenada's appetite was never-ending, not so much an alliance as an alliance to paralyze this behemoth, and when the Norman of the Highlands was weak, with this meager covenant, she could at least restrain a few "neighbors" around her, for example, the Grand Duke Luzel, who had almost spent 500,000 gold coins in exchange for freedom, he would not mind tearing off a piece of fat from the Norman in the Highlands.

But she also didn't want to be gradually eaten away by Grenada, so in secret, she still maintained an ambiguous relationship with the Silver Crown Jungle, and she even did not hesitate to use her own weakness and two innocent children as bargaining chips in exchange for the mercy of the elves.

But this balance may be more fragile than the thin ice on the surface of the lake, especially since she has a king and husband like this, it's terrible, isn't it, Baldwin went straight to Grenada, and foolishly thought that he could control these unruly red robes and dragonborns, who was the last person to do this? It seems to be Dylan.

As Ferekhill's sulfur-scented breath came close to his lips, the lich held up a finger and refused her kiss.

"It's not fair," said Ferrek Hill, "that you didn't turn down the Gredy!"

"Not because of this," said the lich, "what have you eaten?"

"Soul Gem?"

"No," said the lich, "what about the messenger who has come to me with this letter?"