Without saying a word, the Elven Ranger held out one of his hands, and Berdwin placed his hand on his sword while Cremar put his fingers together, a gesture that would cast a spell that imprisoned what he was pointing.

Flo's priest remained motionless.

"Plum!" Glenn called her name gloomily.

Memmy shuddered, unconsciously bit her lower lip, and reluctantly reached into her robe, pulling out the hot hairy mass—and before the elf could put the creature of unknown origin in his hand, he gently flipped his palm, and instead pinched the neck of the little devil Asmodeos with the fingertips of two fingers, lifting it in the air.

"Ah......" Cremar said.

"What?" asked Kerryben, "do you know this?"

"According to its own words," said the black-haired spellcaster, "it was a little monster made by a warlock, and it had hoped to be my pet when I was in Spirit. ”

"It's been following us?" asked Gülen warily.

"I carry it with me all the time. Mei Mi said hurriedly.

Kerry didn't look at Memmy, he turned his gaze to Cremar, "It can speak, in human language?"

"Very fluent. Cremar said, "No worse than Gülen." "Maybe it's better than Meimi.

"It's not like a quiblin. Carey could have sensed the unnatural aura of this little hamster-like creature, which he had smelled more than once in his two or three hundred years of travels—the smell that meant that they were disgusted by distortions and mutations, and that they were either red or gray robes—and that some of them would ruin their own creations as they fled or died. Some will deliberately leave them behind, knowing that anyone with a conscience and compassion will be angry and sad about them.

Kerry had fought corpse golems with the tattoos he was familiar with, and had cut off deformed heads with tears in them. More than once, he threw those animals and humans who had lost their nature and reason into the raging flames - he had also seen the little monsters captured by the red robes, the little monsters were natural creatures, maybe a little bit bad, just like those young children who did not distinguish between right and wrong, but their nature doomed this race not to lean towards the evil side, but if they fell into the hands of the red robes who were the best at torture and transformation, they would be very soon. They will lose their original nature and become their dangerous and despicable tools.

"Wait, wait......" the little devil Asmodeos had to cry out, sensing the threat of death from the elf's increasingly taut fingers. Of course, it could have escaped, but everything it had done before would be in vain: "Please don't, please don't, merciful lord." "It hangs from the elf's fingertips. "Please don't drive me away—I'm a good little monster, truly, by my master's soul, though he's a warlock, but a venerable ranger, you know, not all warlocks are evil red-robed." ”

"But what do we want a magic pet for?" said Gülen.

"Not you," Asmodeos said, lifting both hind paws up and grabbing them with his front paws. Then it looked more like a non-threatening furball: "You're all powerful," it complimented, "but this lady—we'll have to admit it." She's the weakest link in the chain, but she's also your companion, wouldn't you want to give her multiple protectors, even if it's just a little monster?"

"You don't look like a little monster," said the elf, as he tossed the little monster aside, and it flipped a few times in the air in a boastful manner, and landed firmly in Memi's hand. He could not find in it the cold aura of the abyss, nor the smell of sulfur and rancid smell that the devil often had, but its wisdom made the Ranger hesitate: "I have never seen a little devil like you. ”

"My host...... "The former master," said Asmodeos, "is a very good spellcaster—he loves me like a true human child," it sighed pretendly, "and he has taught me a lot." It humbly crouched on the wet reeds, its two paws grasping each other, "Many, many, you will find me useful." ”

"You shouldn't hide anything from us. Berdwin pointed out harshly.

"It's just a pet," said Flo's priest angrily, "and it won't be a nuisance to you." And," she added, "I just didn't say it — I didn't hide it, look, I just let it do little things, little things that would make us better, and you act like it's going to wait for you to fall asleep and then bite your throats one by one." ”

Maybe that's the case, Asmodeos thought, if only I could.

Mei Mi gripped it tightly, and the little devil fiddled with the small bag around his neck, which contained not only the devil's finger, which Mei Mi looked as precious as life, but also its soul stone, and a rune crest, which was made by Ostar, which could obscure the elf's keen sense, lest it be sent back to the bottomless abyss by an elf arrow before it could do something.

"Plum ......," said Baldwin, casting a reproachful look at her.

"Your Excellency," Flo's priest smiled, sourly, "I know you'll protect me, and I'm sure you won't lie, but I'll never be the first, right, never...... There are so many people who are more important than me—in that case, you will allow me to keep it, I am too weak," she whispered, "and weak, and nothing, so even a little bit of strength is important to me...... Sorry, I don't want to give it up, it's mine...... My lord, it's just mine. ”

"Maybe we can put a collar on it or something. The thief said, casually teasing the little thing that looked like a black rice ball, and then hissed, and his finger was bitten: "...... Damn it, who wants to eat roasted rats tonight?" he said loudly and threateningly.

"No, I don't want to eat that. Leona said, "I still have some salted fish roe here." Who wants it?"

The black-haired spellcaster was the first to raise his hand.

(Actually, Asmodeos, if you say you have a good hand at cooking.) Maybe this circle doesn't have to be so big)

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Asmodeos diligently fulfilled its obligations.

In addition to the annoying insects, some of the scaly ones crawling on the ground with their bellies, and some small things with sharp teeth that didn't mind the kind of prey, and the dim light of the night did not hinder it, and it found more berries than elves, and plucked white and blue striped anemones and dark purple gentian flowers for the two women. It has a childish voice, humming short nursery rhymes, and telling funny stories and jokes. Describing to them in great detail how they were pranksters of the Warlock's apprentices, it is no exaggeration to say that if you close your eyes, you will think that you are sitting next to a mischievous and innocent child.

In the end, both Memmy and Leona laughed at it.

"Let me see your hands. Cremar said to the thief. Gülen was sitting outside the room. Staring intently at a sleeping grey waterfowl curled up on the top of a reed.

"It's already good. Gülen said, holding out his hand, and the two small pinhole-like wounds were no longer bleeding, but still a little swollen.

The little goblin didn't know enough about the otherworldly soul of the creature, but out of caution - this guy wasn't a cute guy kept in a glass case in a pet shop, so he ended up giving Gülen a healing potion, and the thieves certainly wouldn't refuse it.

The little devil Asmodeos sighed regretfully in Memmy's silk robe.

The elven ranger Kerry was in charge of the second half of the night, when the first rays of morning light lit up the water. He walked into the room and was surprised to see Cremar putting the gold-covered spellbook back in his dimensional bag. Knowing that the black-haired spellcaster hadn't seen the spellbook since he said he couldn't read the dragon's language, Kerry made a gesture of inquiry.

Cremar shook his head in a slight increment, pulled out his spell book, and began to memorize the spells on it.

The others woke up one after another, but no one would be stupid enough to disturb the caster who was memorizing the spell, and when Cremar had finished memorizing the required spell, Kerry Ben handed over a cup made of reed leaves, which contained warm and clean water - after entering the swamp, Cremar's water purification ball was handed over to Kerry Ben for safekeeping, and their breakfast today was reed roots and mushrooms, Plum Honey's "little monster" A few crocodile eggs were brought for them, but they were almost hatched and sent back by the elves, only to be chased far away by the angry female crocodile - as a little devil, he certainly wouldn't be afraid of a stupid crocodile, but under the elves' watchful eyes, Asmodeos could only grieve himself.

It brought back the news that a group of poor humans were trapped on several desolate grassy knolls with their cargo.

The elf was not surprised, perhaps his pointed ears had already told him, but he clearly valued his companion more, and the little devil thought with malice, it seemed that the elf was not such a pure and selfless creature either.

Kerry had indeed heard the vague and lowly messy message from the wind, but his companions, including himself, were exhausted, and they needed to rest before they could continue or lend a helping hand—they had met those men in the afternoon, they were a large caravan, with a dozen four-wheeled caravans, and nearly a hundred men, looking tired, but not too pale, and it seemed that the siege had not been long.

A mercenary leader was sent to speak with them, and he was disappointed to see that there was no sign of the Blackfoot Halfling around them: "These toads should be cursed for 10,000 years!" He couldn't help but complain, "A giant snake scared them away - I should have tied a chain to their necks!"

"That's not good. The elf calmly replied, "Are you lost?"

"No," said the mercenary leader, "we managed to kill the serpent, but when we turned around, we found that all but the little villain who had been swallowed by the serpent had run away, and we waited in place for two days and two nights without seeing their shadows," he said, pointing to a half-sunken reed boat, "We had to push the reed boat in the same direction, but we couldn't see the edge of the swamp for days, and then I found my scabbard here, only to find that we had turned back again—" He scolded loudly a foul word that didn't sound good: "This place is hell, the needle on the compass is spinning and turning - even the galaxy has become untrustworthy, and we can't find anything to show us the way." ”

"When did your black-footed halflings run away?" he asked, hopefully, "if only just now." My men and I can help you get them back—we can share them, and I don't think the caravan owner will be stingy with a little pay. ”

"We don't have hired guides. Carey Ben said, then added in time, "But I can make the way, if you will trust me......"

The mercenary leader shook his head suspiciously, "You guys are crazy," he muttered, "only black-footed halflings can come and go freely in this swamp, everyone knows." ”

"Black-footed halflings can do it, and so can elves. Kerry said, lowering his hood.

Their team was immediately taken seriously, the owner of the caravan was a middle-aged man with good facial features, with a strong body, but he was not as pot-bellied as the caravan master Furt that Cremar had once met, and he was not so mean to his subordinates and apprentices, as well as mercenaries, as well as the spacious cowhide tent he took out, as well as pounds of pyroxene powder, the former can be recovered and continued to be used or sold at a discount, and the latter is useless powder as long as it is heated.

"I'm in the pyroxene business," he said with ease, "because of the great human victory in the Winter War, the orcs had to exchange more pyroxene for food and slaves, the price of pyroxene has dropped, and it's almost all tiny pieces here—it doesn't cost me much." Then he gave a brief account of the situation, which was basically the same as the mercenary leader had said, "If you will allow us to follow," he generously said, "you can take whatever you need." ”

He looked at Cremar again, and although the latter was not wearing a black robe, the merchant's sharp eyes revealed his identity as a spellcaster: "I still have a few rare spellcasting materials here, as well as a full twelve colors of gem powder—originally intended for the Alva mage at Cape Fortress, but I'm sure he won't blame me too much—and he should be glad to see them used by a noble companion." (To be continued.) )

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