The caster, who had always had a flattering look on his face, could not help but panic a little when he dared to say such a thing, "Demon, venerable Mage Demon," he said in a shrill voice, "this is not very good—you call his name and throw malice at him—who knows if he is listening to our conversation?"

"I don't think you need to worry about that," said the mage, who had previously called the daughter of the "pig intestine" a mongrel, dismissively, "Venerable Master Demon would not have made such a low-level mistake, he deliberately mispronounced a consonant, didn't you hear it?"

He turned to Demon, the second son of the consul, with a smile on his face: "But what you say is astonishing, in any case, you have a brother who is a priest of Rosada, and a brother who has the holy flower of Rosada on his burqa and horse robe, and the sanctuary and sanctuary of Rosada have stood in the city ruled by your father for thousands of years...... "The inhabitants of this place," he said, glancing at the two merchants who were walking past him, with gold chains around their necks and gilded bay leaves hanging from them: "Almost all of them are believers from Rosada." ”

"But I'm a spellcaster," said Demont, "arrogance has always been a common problem of spellcasters, and I have no intention of correcting them—well, give me today's record, and you may go back, and if you need or something, I will summon you." ”

The two casters handed over their records, and the casters did not do so with ink, pen, and paper, but they each cast a spell, gouging out a pair of eyes from the cat, and driving their pets to sneak one of them into the hut of the "pig intestines", and the other was cleaned and sunk into a mixture of mythril and quartz, and when it was finished, it looked shiny and round, and every part of the eyeball was clearly visible, like some kind of creepy ornament. Demont placed them side by side in the palm of his hand, and the "peeping eye" made by the timid and sweet-mouthed fellow was a little gray and speckled - it had been put in the quartz solution for too long, too much quartz had been left on the outer layer, and the Mithril powder was not evenly placed, the eyeballs inside were not properly handled, and some of the blood vessels and nerves were still dragging behind the white orbs. The scene it recorded must have looked blurry and shaky, but the gadgets made by his companions were much better, transparent and clean, and the eyeballs inside were as clean as those of peeled grapes.

Dermon was not so satisfied with the two spellcasters he had recruited, one was very good at talking, but he was so stupid that he couldn't even distinguish the sound he had deliberately mispronounced, Dermon really didn't know how he was allowed to leave his mentor, so although he knew how to obey you, it was difficult to put him in an important position with peace of mind, and the other was barely useful, but he always liked to show off his cleverness, and sometimes he would make some out-of-the-ordinary little accidents to plot and test his employer- That's why even a simple peep mission, Demon had to follow.

"Are you sure you've got the eyeballs back that were left in that room?"

"It's already in my pet's belly," cried the stupid mage, "and I watched it eat with my own eyes." ”

"Me too. Another spellcaster said.

Their pets were just ordinary bats and snakes, and Dermon had a little devil pet from the Endless Abyss - it did what Dermon commanded and never appeared in broad daylight, except for Dermon's mentor, who was introduced to him by this tooth-dripping gadget, and no one knew he had such a terrible pet.

But as the saying goes, when it comes to the devil, the devil arrives, even though the man is not the abyssal creature that one usually refers to He was the brother of Demon, the second son of the consul, a knight, a knight who longed to fight for Rosada, he was undergoing heavy training and testing, hoping to be called, so his burqa and horse coat embroidered with the holy flower laurel were unopened, and the color was pale green rather than dark green, he inherited his mother's dark chestnut hair, slightly curly, without a beard, perhaps because he was in the inner city, he did not put on the full body armor, but only a light Mithril chain mail, followed by two servants in two-color clothes, he immediately jumped off his horse when he saw his brother, walked towards him and spread his arms。

Demont looked comfortable and put the two "peeping eyes" into the soft inner pocket, not so much that he responded to his brother's hug, but patted his brother's chain mail.

So that's it for today's discussion. He said to the two temporary subordinates, "We'll see you tomorrow." ”

Demon's brother watched the two of them go with him, "Is this your new friend?" asked the archon's eldest son.

"The mages who pass by the White Tower once in a while," Demon replied, "I am fighting them for my father." ”

"Antonio and you already have it in the White Tower," his brother said disapprovingly, "and there are only three mages in Cape Fort." ”

"The Alva mage of Cape Fortress is worth half a dozen mediocre people, and there are two apprentices who are about to leave the Mentor, the situation in the White Tower is more complicated than Castle Pill, and there are always people in the shadows who are waiting to stir up lately," Dermon said, "I don't know if my father mentioned it to you, but we only recently discovered a secret passage for smuggling. ”

"I have just returned, and my father is still at the mansion, and I am about to go to see him," said Demont's brother, "and he mentioned it in the last letter I received, but only a sentence or two, or was it not so bad then?" I mean, you are privately recruiting soldiers and mages—"

"Are you reproaching me?" said Demont scathingly, "I am following the orders of my father, the consul of the White Tower!"

"I didn't mean that," said the knight, "I'm worried about you, father and the White Tower, I've heard some news, and the people you recruit are almost all thieves, criminals, and idle mercenaries of unknown origin, who were not even allowed to enter the outer city before, but now they can ...... in the inner city."

"Now there is a third union of thieves, and it has invaded within a hundred miles of the White Tower, they have snakes and mages, and maybe giants, we don't know how many of them there are, but we have searched the lakes around the White Tower, and found a full six secret passages, these secret passages can be used for smuggling, but also for transporting soldiers and monsters, we need to strengthen the armed forces of the White Tower" Demon said slowly: "Yes, these people are indeed not as pure and immaculate as your elves, but they can help us protect the White Tower- As long as they give money, they do it, and do their best. ”

"Have you asked the lord for help?"

"Poor brother," said Demon, "you have not yet understood," he looked at his brother with pity and contempt, "the elves do not shed blood for humans, they only care about themselves - Grey Hill needs help, and the White Tower naturally has to lend a hand, but the other way around - of course we have asked the lord for help, and we need to see the papers?" Three letters, we have not received an answer, and we have not been explained, this is the elves, they are not human, even if they have a face that is prettier than most humans, and the half-elves are mixed with their blood, just like the woman you love, our lord, you swear loyalty to her, you are docile like an old dog, but does she show a little more affection for you than others? No, she rejects you, ignores you just because you are not her kind at all. Even if you die in front of her," the mage added viciously, "I'm afraid you won't be able to get a tear - because that's how she treats us, and that's how she treats the White Tower, as a transit city for the elves, as long as the White Tower has a dock and a residence, and as for the people inside, even if all of them die, there will be people willing to come in and continue to fill this place—after all, the wealth that can be grabbed here is comparable to that of the tributaries of the Starlight River, how could she trade those precious elves, half-elves of the Gray Ridge for human lives?"

“...... I will inquire of her," said the knight, "and I believe there must be a misunderstanding." ”

"I hope so," said the mage, "but we can't wait." ”