"I can only do my best. The king of Tara finally reluctantly said, and now even the senior priest of Rosada here could not help but show a worried look, and he knew a little about the reasons for the king's hesitation, but in any case he could not say that let the king's only child die— However, the king's eldest son was not only alive and well, but the king also knew very well where he was going, and where he landed, and he was also surprised by the senior priest, after all, at that time, their eldest son had tried to stab his mother, and the king could be said to be furious, if it wasn't for the wounded queen who repeatedly stopped him, then even the prince, the young man would not have escaped death. In the end, the king had to strip him of his family name and inheritance, and declared him to exile him forever.

Then the king's eldest son disappeared from Tara, and in the first year or two there were merchants who brought news about him— It is said that he became a bard, but this has nothing to do with the commoners and serfs, after making sure that the king's mind will not change, and the queen has given birth to a second heir, even the ministers and lords are no longer interested in this rampaging murderer, in any case, no one wants their future king to be an evil man who dares to kill his mother, and when the news of the king's second son's weak health comes out, these people even want the queen to have another son, or a daughter, and do not want the former first heir to return to Tara。

Meanwhile, the owner of the Scale Pen Tavern on the Brass Coast, unaware that thousands of miles away, is talking about him. He had almost forgotten the past, and though he still told people that he had been a prince, even he himself only took this fact as a joke, and that he would rather be the king of wheat or cider than the king of wheat rather than inherit his father's throne.

Although he and his wife would return to their rooms to rest as soon as the stars crossed the sky, the door of the tavern would not close, and even the barrels that the other tavern owners regarded as their lives were still piled up behind the bar, and anyone could go and drink if they wanted - his wife had worried that someone would steal all the wine or waste it in vain, but the tavern owner promised not. Sure enough, after three days of cider, rum, and ale in their stockpiles had been wiped out, and no corresponding copper or silver coins were left on the table, this arrogance came to an abrupt end, and from the night of the fourth day onwards, the wine remained almost in its original stock, and even if it was a little less, some people left tinkling coins, and even these coins were not dared to be taken for themselves.

Some outcasts, thieves without guilds, assassins, or those who don't want to mingle with others can go about or stay here with impunity, the scale pen in the middle of the night is a dense and busy intelligence trading center, and the tavernkeeper's wife knows that her husband's money does not come from wine or room, but her husband has always protected her well, and there is nothing to complain about except for the occasional scream and wail from her sleep.

But the wail came from her side, and the tavernkeeper's wife jumped up from the bed and looked at her husband, the man who had always been unruly and calm, curled up on the ground like a baby—yes, he had fallen from the bed, and he lay on his side on the cold stone floor, his hands clasped on his shoulders, his knees raised to his chest, the toes of his feet curled tightly together— He whispered frantically one after another, and his wife quickly crawled over from the bed, kneeling barefoot beside him, and stretched out her hand to help her husband.

And in the next moment, the tavern master suddenly turned his head, glared at her with a hideous and malicious glare, and made a sound in his throat, like a monster purring menacingly. But it was not the first time that the wife, who had been just an ordinary human girl, had encountered such a situation, and she immediately held up a rune card that had never left her side—the one that her husband had given her to warn her never to leave. Then she waited for centuries or so long, and her husband, after watching her defensively and hatefully for a long time, finally slumped his shoulders and fell into a deep sleep.

His wife let out a deep breath, "It's weird. She whispered that it had not been her husband in years, was it because of some of the exiled warlocks of Grenada who had recently arrived, and she tried to move her husband, but he was no longer the same person he had been years before, and he was so heavy that after several efforts, his wife could only pull the blanket down and wrap it around him, and it was still a little cold in the middle of the night.

The tavern owner woke up the next day, "I had a nightmare. He said.

"I know. His wife said.

Maybe it's more than a nightmare, but the tavern owner can't say it anyway.

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"It's a guy we've met. Lucieure said that she remembered the tavern owner, who had arrived before Cremar, so they were quite familiar with the human, and that he impressed Lucieux more than he claimed to have been a bard, and that he was physically fit for three of Lucieure's memories, and that his wife made a delicious stew that even the less greasy Elf of Aya would admit smelled so good.

"It's probably not going to be a trivial matter. Afra put his arms around Cremar and said, "Otherwise, the king can let his mage, or whoever, go there and bring his son back." ”

"Don't you know this?" asked Lucieu rhetorically. In fact, the elves knew that the meeting place they had chosen was in Afra's unknown territory, but unlike Afra thought, Kerry chose the Scale Pen precisely because the city belonged to Afra, and Cremar was Afra's guardian and lover, which meant that he could receive the greatest protection there. The point is that neither the intentional Careyben nor the well-known Eloch will directly reveal this secret in broad daylight, the question is Lucy No, she has the same identity as the former Carryben, but unlike Careyben, when she was born, there had been no newborns in the Emerald Forest for hundreds of years - even if each pair of elves would pray to Angelis, the god of life, and drink the water of life after the marriage contract - The Silvercrown Forest's eaux-de-vie is only a branch of it, and it is of little use.

This made the elves of Aya wonder, had they done something wrong, or had they been cursed? This atmosphere that had not been seen in the light but had been in the shadows continued until Lucie's birth, and the elves of Aya were relieved after rejoicing that they had not made any mistakes, and that there was no curse to encroach on the only remaining pure place in the world.

Therefore, Lucia was raised with love and spoiling, although the elves of Aya also knew that this was wrong, but no one could resist their love and pity for the only cub, only Eloch, who had always been by the queen's side, could make Lucie a little more obedient, which is why he was sent to travel with Lucie, although according to the past conventions and decrees, Lucieu should leave the Emerald Forest alone- But it was clear that Eloch was indispensable, just like now, he used a stern look to silence Lucieu, but the young Eya still winked at Afra, who might have been angered by her if she were just a real human maiden.

But Afra, even as Crefa's agent, has been honed over the decades, and in some ways she's ...... Die to shame. She was ashamed to pretend to be a cardamom child when she fought over Cremar with Lucieu, and now, even if Lucieu tore off her disguise, she could continue to innocently hold Cremar's arm and act like she couldn't understand anything.

"If you can use teleportation spells," said Kerryben, "we can come back soon." ”

"Time is not an issue. Adele said, and then everyone else fell silent, especially the senior priest of Rosada, and he was saddened, after all, the king had been very good friends with him, and very religious, but in a place he did not see, His Majesty had quickly degenerated, and perhaps, when the king's second son had been ill for a long time, he should have asked the main hall for help—but he was still a little unwilling, and he did not want to admit that his faith in Rosada was not pure enough to make the child heal.

"Take it one step at a time. Carey Ben said.

They had to get the king to declare that the slave trade was against the law in Tara's territory, so that they could arrest and judge the cunning merchants within the limits of humanity, and then trace the roots of these merchants to find out the secrets hidden in the darkness.

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"What's that? Mother. When the K'ou and the Griffin from Krefa spun and landed in the royal capital, not only the commoners, merchants and ministers, but also the second son of the king, who lived in the tower (because the air here is relatively pure), also saw the huge flying monster in a rare waking time, based on the yearning for flight that every human will have, his young face also showed a blush of excitement, "Is that a bird?"

"Yes," said his mother, hesitantly...... "yes, a great bird." ”

The second son continued to stare intently until he saw the "big birds" rise into the air again, and he saw a very small white figure on the back of an extraordinarily large, pitch-black "big bird", and he was confused for a moment, and then suddenly realized that it was a person, that is, these "big birds" It can be ridden, and the child, who has not even been able to touch the horse, turns excitedly to his mother, wanting to say something, but is horrified by his mother's sad eyes, and although his body is weak, his mind is clear and sharp enough to catch the truth of the matter at once.

"They," he lowered, though he didn't do so, and it wouldn't go anywhere, "they're looking for my brother, aren't they?"

His mother's expression said it all.

"Don't do that, Mother," he continued in a weak voice, "you don't have anything to apologize for me - I know how much you have done for me, and I have always been grateful to you, but Tara, and Father, need a healthy heir, and I'm glad it's my brother, I hope ......" He coughed twice: "He can take my place and become your pillar with Tara, like this...... I can also leave behind the memories of the world......"

"My heir will only be you. ”

The queen and the king's second son looked up and saw the king striding into the room, and not only that, but he interrupted their conversation: "Only you," he said, transferring the second son from his chair into his arms: "Only you, my child." No one else. ”

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"I'm probably going to get out of here. The tavern owner said, and his guests all looked surprised.

"Yes......" One of the guests held up a finger with a silver ring on it, which in this case almost means "Silver Finger Guild". The Silver Finger Guild has been trying to take this city for itself, and it is about to succeed, with its own strength, the tavern master and them have been in a stalemate for several years, maintaining a delicate balance, but everyone knows that such a balance will be broken after all, but what they did not expect is that the tavern master will be the first to succumb, you know, if it were not for the hard enough spikes on his body and the poison of his teeth, the thieves and assassins of the guild would not easily retreat. The peaceful situation in which they and the scale pen did not interfere with each other was only formed after repeated weighing by the branch leader, and found that the gains outweighed the losses.

"It's not a guild. "But I'm suddenly tired of being here, folks, I'm a bard after all." ”

His guests were in an uproar, and the biggest joke in the tavern was that the owner of the scaly pen claimed to have been a prince, and the second ridiculous joke was that he had been a bard. But since it was them, they would not be so stupid as to say that they had to find out the real reason, they just felt deep regret...... And to avoid this place for a while after making sure that the owner is here has left - the Silver Finger Guild will not allow wandering non-guild members to exchange information in their sight, hire or be hired, or rob any opportunity that might belong to a guild member.

"All right, everyone," said the tavern owner, banging on his glass at the bar, "be happy, I declare that from this day onwards, all the wine and food of the scale pen will be free of charge, and whoever wants to drink and eat will be generous, and I will treat you!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the high-pitched cheers and screams almost tore off the roof of the Scale Pen Tavern!

The tavernkeeper's wife looked at them with a smile, her hand resting lightly on her abdomen.

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- There's another chapter update here in the evening, don't forget!