"It's a pretty rare gift. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info "The former immortal said, thoughtfully resting his gaze on the arm of the Grey Lady, who did not hide it, the lich knew that she was in a period of contradiction, one of the torments that every Grey Robe would have to endure - they were soaking in negative energy for a long time, so the degree of aging and decay was much faster than normal people, magic could prolong their lives, but it was difficult to restore their youth, a fifty or sixty-year-old Grey Robe might look like a moving skeleton - When they find that their tongues can no longer taste subtlety, their ears no longer hear the chirping of autumn insects, and their eyes cannot even see the spells recorded in the spell book without the help of magic, they know that they should make a choice, whether to try to obtain a contract from the devil or the devil that guarantees that they can become a little devil or a needle demon immediately after death, or go one step further and become a lich.

The Grey Robe Lady has met the most basic requirements for becoming a lich, which is to become a powerful mage, but she is making a huge mistake, and perhaps this is why many necromancers will not accept a female apprentice or disciple relationship, compared to other sorceries or warlocks, the first thing a necromancer needs to lose is her own beauty, which will completely shock or frighten them- Although the Grey Robe Lady has not had much to show since she was a girl, when she is uncontrollably indulged in love, she can't help but want to make herself more beautiful, of course she knows that it is dangerous, so she can't help but reveal the part of herself that is different from ordinary people, maybe as soon as Maren shows a look of disgust and hesitation, she will immediately cast a deadly spell.

But now it seems that Mullen has withstood the test, but it is also possible, or part of the reason, that the Grey Robe Lady would prefer to show her how much she has done for him.

"This is my mentor's treasure," said the Lady in the Grey Robe, glancing at Mullen as if unintentionally, and after seeing what she wanted to see, she waved her hands to show once again that they were not affected by appearances, "but to show my sincerity—I thank you for your willingness to give her back to me." ”

"That's Mullen's own will. Said the former undead.

The Grey-robed Lady smiled lightly, she didn't think Maren had any chance of self-selection for them, and although she was glad that he was willing to return to her, Maren wouldn't even be able to leave the courtyard if the Dragonborn wasn't willing to let go.

"That's one of the reasons," she said, "and that's that I want me to play for you." ”

The lich raised an eyebrow on one side.

"Both the Dragonclaw and the Dragonthorn have invited me before, and in fact, the Dragon's Tooth should be included as well. The Grey Robe said that the Lich was sure of this, and that he had already asked about the Otherworldly Souls, and that the Grey Robe had accepted Larry's invitation from Mitkot, indicating that she was eager to see the Dragon's Tooth offer, but it was not a foregone conclusion until she fastened the Dragon's Tooth brooch.

The lich wondered, "Am I better than Kelmen or Ostal?" His roots are as shallow as a pool of water after a desert rainfall, not to mention a crazy sandstorm, even the bright sunlight can make it disappear without a trace in a day or two.

"If it's real power, and connections. "As far as you stand, you're far behind, but you must also know that you have a merit that no one else can match." No, it's not that you have an almost Marlen looks," she chuckled, "and of course, your biggest drawback, which is that you have very few people to trust. ”

This is the second time the Lich has heard this today—I hope not everyone in Grenada knows that I'm lonely and cold," the Lich grumbled, and the otherworldly soul could only shrug its shoulders, though it looked like a ball jumping in place.

"I hope to be able to be with you," said the Lady in Grey, observing her expression carefully, not wishing to provoke him, "it is in our good interest to be your strong arm—you are rewarded with a victory on which to stand on your feet, and I am richly rewarded." ”

The lich understood what she was saying, the reason why the Grey Robe Lady didn't choose Kelmen or Ostal was because they had a deep foundation in Grenada, and they were already crowded with all kinds of people, and the Grey Robe was not a few, after all, they could be used in many ways, from deterrence to battlefield clearance, and the Grey Lady might be able to struggle to climb to the top of one of the pyramids with her own strength and the name of her mentor, but if there was a smoother path, why didn't she take it? And as a hired mage, she had fewer concerns than the Grenada, and if her master unfortunately died in the battle (both inside and out), she would most likely just be banished from Grenada and return to the Seventy-Seven Islands, as long as she wasn't directly involved.

Until then, the Grey Lady only hoped that the Dragonborn would last as long as she had hoped, and that if she could become the Dragonborn's trust—she would have the right to be the first to choose the spoils of war, from the pack horses of the caravan to the Grand Duke's Inner Treasury, and that she would be able to gather a treasure that would appease the Mentor's wrath. She also hesitated to take out this scroll, but in the end she still made up her mind, first, she had already been injured for this scroll, and touched the protective spell, and her mentor would find out what she had done as soon as she returned, and second, this scroll was not very ...... Suitable for her. Willing to answer the scroll's summoning was a female succubus, and the female succubus didn't seem to like the same sex very much, and of course, if the same sex could fall under their hooves like a man, they would laugh happily, well, the problem was that the gray-robed lady was straight, straight like a ray of light. She might be able to control the succubus, but thinking about it, a demon is enough trouble, let alone a demon with a grudge.

"Do you know the name of the summoned?" the lich asked.

The Grey-robed Lady smiled, "How would I know," she leaned back in her chair, "I also knew there was such a succubus because she had worked for my mentor many times, but it seems that the mentor doesn't call her so often anymore." "Maybe it's because of her mentor's imminent transformation into a lich, and that's what he went back to the Seventy-Seven Islands for, transforming a lich is a job that requires extreme care and caution, and if you're not careful, you're either brain-dead or you're a ghost, and the grey robes on the Seventy-Seven Islands aren't so harmonious, but at least it has a sense of familiarity and intimacy that makes all the undead or the grey-robes who will become undead have a sense of familiarity and intimacy like a wanderer returning home.

The lich spun the scroll a little, and he really needed this.

"By the way," said the Grey-robed Lady as she left, "when are you going to receive the dragon's teeth, do you need my company?"

"Don't worry," said the former immortal kindly, "we still have a lot of time." ”

The Grey-robed Lady didn't think at all, neither did the others, and the Grenada was even surprised, couldn't such a large and powerful legion satisfy the greedy heart of the strange dragonborn?Or at least he could go and see what he had already gotten, knowing that even the most sustained merchant couldn't help but look at a chest of gold from time to time after getting it, and shouldn't he establish his authority as soon as possible? Gredy had already decreed that he would set off as soon as the army was ready, and all they saw was Mitkot, like Mitkot or the commander of the Dragon's Teeth, and he didn't know how bad it was for the black-haired spellcaster? Some speculated if the latter was cowardly and wanted to shift this heavy responsibility to Mitkot, but this was Grenada! Rather than the warm and soft southern kingdoms, Gredy would never allow a fool in name to occupy resources and power, and the abandoned ones would hardly ever get back up.

But no one was going to remind him.

Larry kept an eye out for the man who had taken the position of commander of his master, Mitkot, but even if he didn't want to see a wise and powerful enemy, his face twisted impatiently when he heard the information that had been transmitted. He reveres Mitkot, although Mitkot is a dragonborn, but there is no doubt that he is more inclined towards humans from the outside to the heart, so most of the Grenada are his supporters, even the soldiers in the dragonclaws, they all hope that he can become the king of Grenada, if the current "new king" unfortunately dies, but Larry never thought that Mitkot would one day have to fight such a ridiculous enemy.

"Okay. Larry reluctantly said, "Tell him the name of the warlock." ”

Larry thought about it for days, and given that he was the one Mitkot had put in front of Cremar, maybe the dark-haired spellcaster would use him as well, but he never thought that the first thing that the one had suggested would be related to the slaves.

No, those man-made orcs may be more useless than slaves, and the warlocks who made them have said that their bodies do not fit perfectly with the bodies of animals, and that the blood of the two will conflict, and the result will be either humans die of blood poison or the animal limbs transplanted on their bodies will be stiff and atrophied, and those wings and claws have been treated so that they are not lethal to speak of.

The warlock smiled the moment he entered the courtyard, he had worried that the dragonborn from the outside world, who was said to still have elven blood, would punish him for his actions, but what he saw was the dragonborn lounging on a sumptuous ebony couch, surrounded by handsome attendants, and furry "kittens" lying on his knees, while the winged maidens were dancing to the accompaniment of the citara.

It didn't take much effort on the part of the Otherworldly Soul (it's not difficult to imitate that Grenada's way of thinking) to get what he wanted. He'd examined them in detail— The thin muscles of the girls who had replaced their arms with wings were not able to pull the heavy wings at all, but it was not feasible to simply rudely remove the wings from their bodies, and they had three ribs on their chests, as well as their collarbones, and shoulder blades, all of which had been thickened by the spell to connect the wings, extending outwards and fusing with the bird's wing bones, which could not be restored to their original state after the wings were removed, but could only remain in their original deformed state. And without arms, their bodies are not able to maintain the balance of normal humans, and if there is any way to restore them to their original form, perhaps the only way to restore them is the prayer of a high priest or the Great Wishing Technique, the former is almost impossible, and the gifts of the gods are only given to the most devout believers, and the latter, even the original lich, has not been able to step into that class.

But if compared to those cat-eared girls (let's call them that, after all, some of them are cute boys), they're much luckier. There are three places where cat-eared girls have been altered.

Not only have their outer ears been removed, but their original ear canals have been blocked, and of course their eardrums have been destroyed, and the ears of the beasts transplanted to their heads have a keen sense of hearing, but they cannot live alone in a silent valley or a vast plain like them, and the dense and noisy sounds, especially the music that humans like, make them suffer and panic all the time, and the way to modify their tails is the simplest, humans originally had a tailbone, but they did not have the muscles and fur as strong as leopards, they could only shake lightly and stiffly, and even so, there was still ominous redness and bleeding at the junction, not to mention the pain。 But what makes the mood of the souls of the other world worse is their claws, those four paws have been processed - this treatment is ironically quite common in the other plane, humans have cats, but the cat's claws scratch the sofa, the wall, the floor, and the owner's face and arms, so people will cut off their claws, but some owners do not feel that they need to waste precious time on a pet, in order to do it once and for all, they choose to claw, that is, to cut off the cat's claws forever.

Of course, to make the cat's claws never grow, it is not enough to remove the cat's claws, or to cut off the bones connected to the cat's claws, as for whether the cat will be paralyzed or amputated because of the lack of these bones in the future, it is not something that the owners have to consider.

The same goes for these cat-eared girls, in order not to let them have the possibility of hurting their owners, they only have soft paw pads and fur, which are as soft as dough to hold, and very comfortable, but they can't help but twitch every time they walk or touch something. (To be continued.) )