First update!

I wish my dear readers and friends a happy Chinese New Year, peace and health, and good luck!

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There may be many people who are disgusted or frightened by the words of the eldest son, but sorry, he doesn't know what kind of deformed monster he is facing, as a lich, the only food for the once undead is human or humanoid souls - lichs stripped of flesh and nerves have no sense of taste or touch, ordinary food can't satisfy them at all, even if they can still chew- The food they put in their mouths is also bland and tasteless, or dry or sticky, and the intestines and stomachs that are drained and corroded by the overflowing negative energy will not accept and digest them...... Probably no one knows what the undead who are still attached to the world of the living or like to pretend to be HelloKitty will do- They had set up a deep silver platter in their pelvis, and all the food passed through the withered mouth and esophagus and then fell directly into the plate through the tattered stomach and intestines, and if the living they invited to the meal were careful enough and had good ears, they could have heard the clatter of the honey poured on the silver platter, and the clattering of bones falling on the silver platter.

Generally speaking, the undead would take out silver platters after their meals, and the food soaked in honey until soft and slimy would be used by them to feed their servants and prisoners— But several of the most vicious undead would use it to frighten his guests, and at the undead's midnight tea party, a female lich recounted with relish how a rude knight complained at her table that there was not enough leg of lamb to eat, and how she unbuttoned her straitjacket, pulled her ribs, picked up the plate from her pelvis, showed him the presumption of the presumption of the lamb, and asked him if he really wanted a little.

Her ghost servants stuffed the lamb into the knight's mouth, suffocating and terrifying to death, suffocating and soaking his filthy soul with a strange rancid smell. "But not too bad," said the female lich, "I remember that the fishermen of the northern part of the Azores offered me shark meat that they had salted and buried in the ground for three years to ferment. ”

The Lich could see at a glance the human's inner strength, he was like a living sponge, looking large and strong, but with a light grip you would see that it was only one bone—though it was also a spiny bone.

Just when the eldest son of the lord of the Eastern Crown thought that the black-haired spellcaster would say something, his father, the master and the eunuch beside the ruler gently tapped the small golden gong hanging in the corner of the hall. The dancing and singing slaves retreated, and everyone stopped eating, drinking, and talking, and turned to the lord's place.

The lord made a gesture to signal that the listeners did not need to stand up, his eyes slightly closed, but in fact they had taken in everyone's expressions, and his sons did not even dare to exchange glances with each other, except for Beavis's disciple, the dark-haired mage, who casually removed the cup from his lips. The lord knew that he was half elven blood, but judging by the color of his hair and eyes, that part of the inhuman blood should belong to Eyya and not to Singh, but how did he go along with the only son of the king of the elves of Singh? The origins may be traced back to Beavis, who lived in the White Tower and was favored and trusted by the Alva mages of Cape Fortress. The White Tower is the outer hub of the Silvercrown Jungle (which is no longer the Silvercrown Forest), plus if you want to find the Elven Ranger Kerribben in the Castle of Capeland. Mage Alva's rime hut has always been the way to go.

Everyone was waiting for his voice, but what was unusually hateful was that the ruler of the Eastern Crown became inexplicably interested in a plate of multi-tumor white melons at this time, and the slave girl beside him immediately fed a piece of whole pulp into his mouth, and he chewed, bright red juice overflowed from between his broad lips, not like chewing a piece of fruit, but like chewing a piece of blood;

No one dared to speak, and no one dared to do anything other than listen— Oh, and maybe to get rid of the daring guests, the black-haired spellcaster seemed to not notice the dull atmosphere that was almost condensed into a substance, and moved the wine glass to his lips, the people of the Dragonfire Islands liked huge wine cups, which were good enough to hold enough wine, and the one he used was made of a nautilus about the size of a human head, the translucent jade shell was inlaid with rounded silver beads around the edges, and a small statue of Flo was mounted on the top, but each petal of the fragrant pea flower ornament with the tip of the little finger was clearly visible, and the middle of the shell had a saddle-shaped fixing, which was solid in sterling silver along with the manta ray-shaped bracket below, and dotted with a dozen pearls like stars - its heaviness can be imagined, almost all the people in the temple are carried by the slaves around them to hold the wine cup to sip the wine from it comfortably.

Of course, not everyone can't lift the cup, at least among Berdwin and his party, only Memy can't do anything about it, it's not that she can't lift the cup, but she doesn't have the extra strength to keep it balanced after lifting it, Flo's priest doesn't want to make a mess of herself at such a feast, she sits next to the couch with a colorful hairy crab claw orchid like a bird, with purple stripes between the golden petals, no branches and no leaves, only huge and numerous flowers hanging from the sky, as long as Mei Mi straightens up slightly, these flowers can hide part of her body and face, and also give her a good opportunity to look at other things and people。

At the table of the lord and the lord's son, the tableware placed was naturally more expensive than that of the guests, but Mei Mi was not envious at all, because in addition to more precious stones, Except for the pearls and the heavy gold, their cups are made of human (and possibly young and beautiful women) skulls, don't ask why Plum knows this, in recent years Flor has also asked them for this kind of sacrifice, those who dare to rebel against their gods, ignore her will, and become filthy unbelievers and hypocrites Priest Flor will be born and die, and after they die, their bodies will be incinerated and thrown into the mire, and the skulls will be left behind, and after a series of treatments, they will be made into lamps, and the wonderful thing is that only a little whale skull wax needs to be added to it to burn for years, Plum Mie's mother told herThe real fuel is not whale skull wax but a rebellious soul.

Perhaps true, for every time she prayed to Flo in that hall, she seemed to hear a faint wail, and knelt beside her was the daughter of the hypocrite, who fled so that her daughter would not become a prostitute like herself, and she took off her reverend's robes, and threw away the golden bell, and dressed herself as if she were a chaste woman, and married a man in a small village in the middle of nowhere, and became his wife, but within a few months she rotted, and it was ridiculous, she had a good husband, and he did not abandon her, but he used up his fortune and hired a priest, and then, as we can imagineThe priest of Rosada knew who she was when he saw her, and he could not cure her, so the farmer sent his wife back to the temple of Flo - he wanted her to live, but what he did not expect was that as soon as he left the temple, the thieves hired by the priest of Flo took him in, and they killed him and took back the daughter of the hypocrite.

Every priest and apprentice of Flo had to "take care of" the hypocrite, in fact only to torment the poor woman longer and warn them— Mei Mi shuddered at the thought of this, she didn't know what she was confused about before, she actually wanted to be Birdwin's wife, no, wait, what did she think, she was carried away by gratitude and reverence for a short time, but she has now come to her senses, and she may be grateful to Birdwin and Leona, but even without Leona, she probably won't really become a loyal woman, she may indeed love Baldwin and want him to be hers, but is she his, she is not sure, Flo is on top, she has rejected Glenn, but it is only her heart and not her body。

She already knew a little bit about the words of the thieves pressed under her tongue, they were just little bugs lurking in the darkness and dampness, Berdwin was good, he was fire and sunshine, he brought warmth and heat to everyone, but he would roast her dry, burn her wings and eyes, and what awaited her would be doomed.

But she still loved him.

She can't be his wife, but she can be his lover, and no one can refuse a priest of Frow.

She looked at Baldwin through the cracks in the flowers, the slaves had kept the former paladin clean and spotless, he had stripped his beard and unwanted hair, and his whole face was exposed, his eye sockets were deeply sunken, his eyebrow bones were high, his jaw was square and prominent, his shoulders were broad, and his chest was heavy, so that one could tell at a glance that he was a resolute and resolute warrior, and he did not lean into the soft arms of the slave girl, and his only hand was on the narrow and low table, and not anywhere else, and his eyes were only on his companion and Leona。

Mei Mi was so engrossed in it that everyone around her screamed in surprise when she realized that the lord and ruler of the Eastern Crown had said something and she hadn't heard anything.

Her eyes widened, but no matter what she asked, the slave beside her just smiled, and she realized that these people might not be able to hear and speak at all, and she turned her gaze to the person closest to her, which was Gülen, the problem was the special arrangement of the seats in the Dragonfire Islands- They all used couches, in the shape of slender inverted U-shapes, and the owner of the crown was naturally at the highest point, the northernmost point of the hall, while his son's couches were in order, and the guests were of great importance, but the worse thing was that the couches were all in groups of two, each group of feet touching their feet, so that one man's head would not be directly below the other's feet—which separated Gülen from her by nearly ten feet.

Calm down, Gülen made a gesture.

Then he squirmed his lips, and Mei Mi was not very good at reading lips and silence, but she could barely make out a few words.

What Glenn is saying is that our mage is about to become a lord.

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