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She'd been around the red dragon Gredy for years, but it was the first time she'd seen a brokeborn of this raunchy— She carefully recalled the Cremar she had seen before, when this special Dragonborn was already a warlock in the Warlock's Tower, his clothes and demeanor didn't seem to be too different from the others, but the nightmarish black hair and eyes could still easily pick him out of the Warlock community, and as far as Knicks was concerned, he was like a shadow in the firelight, faint and dangerous.

But at that time, his appearance was still acceptable to the Grenada, even if he did not have the red hair color of the dragonborn, and did not have golden or amber eyes, but the shape of his facial features, facial contours, and long, muscular body were still loved by women and some men, and he inherited almost all of the advantages in appearance of the elves and red dragons, two races that should not have anything to do with each other except killing. Compared to the ivory skin of other dragonborns, Cremar's skin tone is more of a metallic zinc white, which may be considered lifeless to the outside world, but in Grenada, all colors associated with metal are welcome, and it is almost an open secret that Kremar is sometimes called Mithril Warlock when they can't directly name him in the tavern, bathroom, or prostitute.

Before Cremar "left" Grenada, there was no shortage of women on his bed, and some of the older (just by age) female warlocks were generous to him, whether it was spellbooks, spellcasting techniques, or magic paraphernalia, the black-haired dragonborn never had to worry about it. This is also the reason why his mentor, although he is a flattering villain, still fails to cause him real trouble. Nyx had even heard that his mentor had forced Cremar to summon a demon before he could control the power of a high-ranking demon. He thought that Cremar would be torn apart by the demon who was desperate to break out of the circle—if it wasn't a female succubus who had been summoned, maybe he would have succeeded that time. Unfortunately, it was neither Kwasser nor Flo who came out of the summoning circle, but a succubus with curved horns, walking on sheep's hooves, and a full body with a bewitching face, and she was extremely pleased with Cremar...... Yes, extremely satisfied.

Nyx had a little regret about not being able to see that scene in person, she didn't like Cremar, but she didn't like his mentor even more, and then the incompetent mentor died in his room bruised like a newborn baby, and his soul failed to answer the summons when it came to find out the cause of his death, and Nicks guessed that the bloated soul would have become a piece of fat in the succubus's mouth. The succubi were always generous to their favored warlocks, and Nicks had no doubt that the cunning black-haired warlock played an invaluable role in this.

As for now—for a moment, when Nyx really wanted to summon that succubus, and she might scream and tear the beloved young dragonborn apart—she had to say, and she would love to do so.

"Maybe I'm mistaken," said the chief of the Kremar squires, "but didn't you go with His Highness Mittkot today to inspect the dragon's fangs?

The spirit of the other world doesn't know what the goblins' carnival party is, but he quickly gets the answer.

- The goblins gather all kinds of animals, including their own dung, ferment them, smear them on each other's bodies at carnivals, and then dry them in the shade where the sun doesn't shine, and I think she's saying that your smell is rich, unique, and unforgettable.

- Oh my God, you're awake!!, the otherworldly soul shouted happily, it's had enough of it these days...... It was the first time it felt so lonely, so lonely. Leaving Sharp Jaw Harbor and aboard the Sparrow, the Lich had vanished for a while, but at that time, souls from another plane didn't feel the need to get by every second.

- Maybe it's because you were always surrounded by a lot of foolish relationships at that time, said the former undead, but I think even they would run away at this time, is your nose suddenly cursed? can't smell yourself? It's almost as powerful as the Stink Cloud!

- I'll go to the bathroom, the soul of the other world doesn't think it's disgusting, but you've probably heard the saying that you don't smell abalone for a long time, and Mittkot stinks a little more than I do.

――What happened?

- Mitkot tried to transfer his mount to me, but unfortunately the compatibility between us was too low, and Mitkot and I were thrown all over the feces by it, and it attacked both of us.

- You cast a spell? Don't tell me it's a fireball.

- The clam was a fireball, and Mitkot watered it.

The Lich was silent for a long time, he had seen Mittkot's mount, an evil and anomalous Hippogriffin, but in every sense it was the best choice, the other flying beasts were either intimidated by the dragon's might and could not follow or the Red Dragon's sworn enemy, and Griffin was the most powerful of its people - the Lich had little contact with it, but he had heard of its pride bordering on arrogance, and the Hippogriffin loved cleanliness almost as much as the Dragonborn so that their hair and feathers could shine. He could imagine that it was going mad to throw out a pile of like a bird that couldn't control the ****, but it didn't seem to be able to get any benefit from this guy who didn't like to play by the way.

Fortunately, without his urging, the otherworldly soul had already gone to the bathroom to clean itself, and the hot spring water further diffused the smell. Then, we must admit that it was necessary to have a spellcaster as an acolyte, and they cast a spell, and the wind brought by the spell quickly blew away the smell, and the leader of the squire poured pounds of sulfur and spices into the twelve-foot-long black iron incense boat, and when everything was back to normal, on the other side, in a room hundreds of feet away, Nicks, who had been forced to wait for a long time, finally met the new owner of the dragon's teeth.

Perhaps Nyx wanted to test the strange dragonborn, but even if the dizzy smell was gone, she still couldn't pretend that nothing had happened, as Gredy's maid, she could endure unimaginable pain as if nothing had happened, and see it as a pleasure, but there was something this broodborn lady could never accept - she was not the handmaiden of the goblin god!

- So I can only get one scroll?

- When she forgets about today, we may be able to get more, the lich said perfunctorily, remember the spell I taught you, test it, and then open it again.

The souls of the other world certainly remembered, and even though it was the first time they had used it, they didn't seem to have picked up a potentially malicious drop before that - the scroll had been opened, and there was only one order or will, so to speak, for the Dragon's Tooth, or for the new owner of the Dragon's Tooth - They will be tasked with encircling a group of outcasts and barbarians, from the countries that were once destroyed by Grenada, and the barbarians are the natives of the desert, they are also driven and killed, and sold into slavery, but they are more cunning and sharp than the bugs of the desert, and they have also domesticated a vicious spider-eater, they can survive on the larvae, eggs, and pupae, as well as their honey, and they can also ride the spider-eaters to escape quickly when they sense that something is wrong, so Grenada's army has never been able to clean them all up。 The problem after that was that they continued to attack Grenada's caravans due to their hatred with Grenada, causing a lot of damage, especially in terms of the prestige of the dragon's fangs, dragonclaws, and possibly dragonthorns.

- You don't even have a mount now, said the lich, and it seems that this is the first thing we need to accomplish.

- I don't think even in the next life Griffin will not allow me to ride on its back, the soul of the other world is slightly staggered, he remembers that when he left, Griffin was no different from the black-bone chicken of the other plane, of course, the griffin is much bigger, can provide the chicken needed for a whole wedding feast, and the black-bone chicken will not talk or eat people.

- No, it will, the lich said after reading the memories of his cohabitant, and it will fly over the erupting volcano and throw you down.

The soul of the other world laughed without hesitation in the sea of consciousness - and tomorrow, when it looked at the sky, the magical galaxy had risen, and the bright stars embraced the silver moon, though in Grenada their brilliance was much fainter and dimmer than in other places.

――You've found a solution?

- Probably not, the soul of the other world said without a hint of shame, but you woke up - so, I'll leave it to you!

- So you didn't have a plan in place, when you had to take command of the Dragon's Fang, an army mounted on a harpy-headed sphinx, and soon to be out of the army?, the lich said in a tone of incredulity.

- So what do you think, do you think I should accept Mittkot's mount? Otherworldly Soul said, regardless of whether the Harpy-headed Sphinx would mistakenly send me into range of enemy spells or crossbow arrows, do you know that the soldiers of Dragon's Tooth would accept a commander who would even require a mount as a gift?

- Then I'm not delusional, the lich says, you can be extra cunning at times.

- I can take this as a compliment, and the soul of the other world said it without care. Neither will you, it's not the same as accepting the black iron sword, and I don't think there may be any other monster in this plane that can match or even defeat the red dragon, but if it's just the harpy-headed sphinx...... The only thing I'm worried about is time, look, the soul of the other world compared a gesture to represent the scroll, I thought there was a good chance that we would be sent out to do things, even if it wasn't the new owner of the dragon's fang, as a warlock, it was possible, after all, everyone in Grenada seemed busy, but I didn't expect it to be less than a day.

-- We may not be too hasty, says the lich, and the army needs time to be reconstituted - leave that to Mitkot.

- Would he be willing?

- The lich smiled wickedly, since he had given you the Black Iron Sword, for whatever reason, you are the master of the Dragon's Tooth, and he is only a soldier of the Dragon's Tooth, of course, you can give him the position of deputy and let him do what you don't want to do. Of course he can rebel against you and expel you, there is one in Grenada's law, but if he does......

- Then he didn't have to kneel before us in the first place to show his submission—the otherworldly soul continued, but I must say that the sight was still quite pleasing to the eye.

- You've gone bad, the lich said, but I like it.

The Otherworldly Soul thought Grenada was cute in some places, and he didn't even need to talk to Mitkot, just like Nyx didn't need to say anything, he also gave Mitkot a scroll, and the squire who sent the scroll reported that Mitkot, his eldest brother, had respectfully accepted the assignment.

- So where are we going to find our mounts?

The lich didn't answer the otherworldly spirit's words, and as soon as he reached out, he grabbed a shadow, and a squeaky creature emerged from his palm.

"Ten thousand," Asmodeus screamed, "the great, the honorable, the mighty, the handsome, the fearless...... Wait, I'm delivering a message for Master Gülen!"

"Master Glenn?" the spirit of the other world thought back, the last time it saw Asmodeus was in the Far North Sea, in the dragon's lair, but how did it become Glenn's pet? Glenn was not a spellcaster, and Asmodeus was a little devil, and it was impossible for a warlock or mage who was not strong enough to control it.

"Great ...... Omit below, Master Gülen," said Asmodeus, "he is no longer a mortal, but he is a man of good nature, and he wishes to know if his companion is well." ”

"I'm fine," the soul of the other world was suspicious, but he knew that now was not the time to get to the bottom of it, "Where's Gülen?"

"In the Azores," said the little devil, trying to turn his body without a trace, not to escape, it still had a message to deliver, but the Dragonborn's fingers almost crumpled it into a piece of parchment: "He asked me to tell you that he still remembers your kindness and always wants to repay it, and that even in Grenada, he has some reliable friends." (To be continued.) )