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"Do you have some remorse?" said the noble woman, "given that their feelings are far greater than you think. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info”

"No, Mother," said Fouquet, "they will see me again." ”

In the room on the top floor of a minaret, the man whom everyone thought was dead was standing in front of the small window, looking down on the splendid noise below, as Princess Diane lowered her head and put on her heavy crown, "They may reproach me," said Fouquet, "especially my son." ”

"A country destined for decay and death is not worth remembering," said the lady, "and your son will be a member of the royal family of Grenada, a position more honorable than any grand duke or king." ”

"But I'm just a mortal. ”

"You'll see how you function," the lady said, "and while you need to hibernate for a while, well, now, we should go." ”

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The red dragon Gredy opened her eyes in the dark room, Fouquet was her son, and a failed product that was not even as good as Kelmen and Kels, a thousand years ago, she was able to give birth to a strong dragon with her red dragon heir**, and she could also give birth to hundreds of half-dragon descendants in human form and mortals. But a thousand years later, she still has a strong desire and a desire for an heir, but the laws of the dark do not allow her to continue to give birth to offspring - Fouquet is a remnant of a bad experiment, she considered giving him up, but in the end she left him behind and handed him over to his mortal father, who has no touch of magic and is not good at martial arts, but it doesn't mean that he is a stupid fellow - No one knew that the Norman in the Highlands had in fact been hollowed out by the ants that Fu Caesar had carved out in all directions, leaving only a shiny shell that could be seen inside with the slightest poke of the Heights.

And Gredi never even really appeared in front of this weak but ambitious mortal, but I think Faucet didn't care too much, Gredy had mastered what he dreamed of, dragon blood, which not only gave him life, but also gave him youth, although he was a mortal, he was able to enjoy the treasures of the dragon like any dragonborn - he probably thought that the honorable and powerful red dragon would not ask for anything from him, nor would it do him any harm, so he had always been quite at ease - in fact...... No, he wasn't a Grenada after all, and he didn't know the stingy temperament of the red dragon who had to claim an entire lake even if he just gave a drop of water, and every drop of dragon blood he swallowed in his mouth had to be repaid. Maybe in the near future.

She exhaled softly, and the sparks jumped between her teeth, illuminating those garnet-like scales, and without warning, the hearth in the room burned with a bang, and the fire swayed, and the red dragon looked at them, the flames here were new, very weak, so in a short time, no fire elemental creatures would be produced from it, and there might be in the red dragon's lair**, but they would all hide themselves well, because they were also one of the foods of Gredi- This was one of the problems Gredi faced, she didn't know that she had come to that point, although she was able to receive and give, and could vaguely hear her name - when it was read out, her strength was unmatched, she could easily walk outside of the kingdom of God and a few other areas, she was not afraid of weak gods, she could negotiate face-to-face with the demon king, but she knew that she lacked an opportunity.

This kind of situation that knew that there was one more step to get her long-cherished wish fulfilled, but she was ignorant of even the location, which made the red dragon anxious, and in the Silver Crown Jungle, she knew, that Ingway, the king of the Singh elves, could find more clues than her in the net of fate. Ingway's strength and wisdom had always been something she coveted, just like this time, the King of the Jungle, Ingway, might have touched the thread of fate that connected to his descendant, Kerry himself, and she, Kremar was clearly her descendant, but she would not see the flickering fire until he entered the Far North.

"Don't disappoint me, little one. The red dragon whispered.

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The slave merchants are ready to move, in this plane, Grenada's slave resources were originally the most abundant, but now Grenada is a little urgent to meet the slave needs in the royal capital, not to mention other regions, as well as the Dragonfire Islands and the Azores, but to say that these goods, which usually have the same status as rats and rabbits, have really been exhausted? Of course not! On the other side of the mountain, on the other side of the sea, there are tens of thousands of slaves.

And not only were they plentiful, but they were also full of variety, from children to old men, from men to women—if the black-haired Dragonborn was still in Grenada, the first thing they might do was to visit His Majesty and see if they could bribe or bribe him, he was a mage! Well, it's also possible that he needs a warlock, but he needs a lot of money anyway, he needs spellcasting materials, he needs blank scrolls, he needs mineral ink, he needs gems to engrave runes, Adamantite Mithril, he needs soul stones to raise demon pets and trade with demons and devils, and all sorts of expensive and rare things...... Even if he had no interest in power, he would have to fight for his position and his life, twice, three, or countless times, anyway, the merchants knew that the extravagance of the spellcasters would only continue until their death, and that it was closely related to their power, otherwise there would be no such thing as a powerful mage needing the support of a city-state or state.

But now he is not in the royal capital, there was originally a fallen priest of Rosada who consolidated everything for him, but now he does not know what happened, some people say that he may have been killed by Kels, and some people want to inquire from Kels, but the bottomless abyss of the curse, the sanctuary has suddenly entered a state of martial law, the people inside cannot come out, and the people outside cannot enter, and there are high-ranking priests who say a few words - they may be offering a grand sacrifice for Gredi - but that's all. The merchants waited disappointedly for a few days, only to find that the priest with the imprint on his face had indeed not been there.

"Are we really going to do this?" said one merchant uneasily, "that's, I mean, the venerable lady's direct blood relative." ”

"It's only temporary," said another merchant, "and we still need to maintain relations with other places, slaves are indispensable, and soon, the children who follow the vassal legions will bring back more slaves......

"But I have heard that there are almost no living people left along the way of the Three Legions," said the third merchant, "and only that one has his own ideas, otherwise we would not have been in such an awkward predicament." ”

"Not all cities are on the road ahead of Grenada," said the merchant who spoke first, "and after the minions and chiefs have been destroyed, all that remains is fat meat, which they will only have to mow and mow up, and we may even fill the number of slaves before they return." ”

"But the building ......"

"It's a whole new city," said the youngest of them, a warlock who had been involved in surveying the depths of the sea, so he knew more than the others: "It could have been built for a hundred years. ”

"And we only need a year," said the businessman who spoke first, "maybe even shorter." ”

They seemed to have made the right decision, although the merchants knew that they dared to do so only because it was the softest piece of flesh in the royal capital, and the power of the dragonborn who had been missing for more than a hundred years before finally returning to Grenada was so weak and pitiful that the loyalty of the slaves did not refuse, would those beasts dare to stand up to a Grenada? It would be ridiculous, if they did dare to do something, even the black-haired Highness would not be able to keep even a single hair from Grenada's laws.

That's what they think.

But, of course, in this world, a lot of things are broken in the "but", "Cremar is gone," said the gray robe, "but I'm still there." ”

No one dared to ask this gray robe, who was able to have a top-floor suite in the Warlock Towers in Grenada, to ask His Highness Cremar if he had really entrusted him with these things, or if there were any doubts, or if a dragonborn with a prominent status might not be spared to inquire and try, anyway, the shadows that hovered in the palace and on the shore disappeared without a trace in an instant.

The grey robe touched himself again, he felt that he was really a better mentor, let alone the Seventy-Seven Islands, plus Grenada, plus the Azores, the White Tower, or the Castle of Cape Fortress, and so on, no mentor could do better than himself—not only to worry about his own disciples, but also to help him take care of the little pets he had picked up.

"Where are you from?" asked the succubus, whipping his tail lightly against the grey-robed knee.

"Seventy-Seven Islands," said the Grey Robe, busily adding potions to what looked like a transparent slime monster, and the Priest of Rosada wrapped in it looked like a small beetle hidden in amber, his body was torn apart by demons and flames, and he was missing a lot of internal organs, bones, and skin...... If you think that kind of thing would have existed, if it wasn't a grey robe who saved him, then unless someone was willing to pray for him to get the most powerful magic for him, he would have probably been running around the Mourning Wasteland a few days ago to chase the demons and the devil.

Ferrekhill licked her lips, she knew that the priest had not fallen, at least not completely, that his soul was glowing in his ugly body, that to a succubus it was like a piece of delicious meat hanging in front of a hungry beast, but she also knew that the grey robe would not allow her to feast - she could not measure the details of the grey robe, nor was she sure that she would be able to defeat him, she meant that she could only keep circling at his feet like a kitten begging for food.

"He's not your disciple yet...... succubus complained.

The gray robe paused for a moment, then showed a meaningful smile: "I believe my feelings can't go wrong, dear, from the heart," he nodded thoughtfully, "I feel like I've been a mentor and disciple with him for more than a hundred years." ”

Ferrell Hill grimaced, she turned and walked out of the room, and saw a white shadow passing through the corner of her eye, these beast souls might satisfy the appetite of a young succubus, but for Ferrek Hill, there were only three of them who could satisfy her at this stage, Greyrobe, Adel and Cremar, and she was frantically expecting a long, deadly kiss to either of them.

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Yongsan Bangguo.

The members of the council of the state, and the consuls, could see the Grenadians stretching out their positions and tents beyond the walls, each tent meant ten soldiers, and they counted thousands of tents, but that was not all, for since three days earlier, people had been joining them, and even at night, long snakes could be seen wriggling and gathering.

The arrival of the tributary legions, whose mercenaries and minions had cut down the forests and erected the camps of the Hippogriffs and Dinosaurs out of wood, relieved a large part of the pressure on the knights—after all, they had rarely been so eager to fight and advance before, and to take care of not only themselves but also their mounts, a repulsive trifl that could drive them mad rather than plunder and slaughter without any scruples.

Along with the vassal legions, there was also a corps of priests, and there were also priests in the previous legions, but their numbers were obviously not comparable to those of warlocks and mages, but after the arrival of these priests, their proportion also increased terribly.

The young red dragon smiled, "I need you just right. She said, "Tomorrow." ”

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