"By the way," Gülen asked, "what about the mage?"

Gavin was a mage, and according to the laws of the Dragonfire Islands, the son or heir of a lord was not allowed to own a mage.

"I don't own Gavin," the lich said calmly, "Gavin is Berdwin's. ”

"Hey!" Gavin retorted with a feigned rage, "I don't think I've ever signed any deeds to sell myself!"

"As far as I know, the son of a lord is still privately friendly with one or two mages," said Cowbert, "and someone has recruited Alva's disciples, and the pay is unusually good. ”

"And the wild mages," said Kerryben, who had no close ties with the rulers of the Dragonfire Islands, but who he had found during his stay in the harbor, who had the same luxurious and comfortable dwellings and hundreds of slaves as the "royal" merchants, but who were not as always at the behest of their masters as the mages raised by the lords of the four islands. The sons of the lords did not dare to restrain them blatantly and coercively, and although the price they paid may be more expensive than that of their fathers, everyone knew that secrets were also a kind of cargo in many cases.

These mages live in the harbor, ostensibly in the service of a merchant, building small houses out of coral, but their real owners will still do what they need for the gold coins.

"So we might have to face more mages and warlocks in the future?" the knight asked.

"Basically, no," said Colbert, "the battle between the son of the lord and the son of the lord cannot be a spellcaster, they can pre-summon a devil or create a large swamp, but they cannot appear in the army. ”

"But it can be in pirates. Xiu said, twisting the silver glass and drinking the contents of the olive wine, a specialty of the Dragonfire Islands, fermented with a mixture of coconut flesh and water. Because of its tart taste with freshly crushed olives, it is inexpensive, but it is very popular with the Normans of the Highlands, who insist that the wine is good for relieving stomach and skin discomfort. When the nearby Priest Flo filled him with a full drink, he politely thanked him - for the first few days, he had thought that the jewel-eyed Pastor Flo was the black-haired caster's confiner, only to find out that this was not the case at all, and that this Priest Flo was more akin to a ...... Companion, while it is true that her presence is weaker than the others, she is indeed the only caster of the spell other than Cremar among them. After this battle, she also got a dimensional bag, and she also got a part of important strategic materials such as scrolls and wands.

Plum dropped her heavy flask, curled her curls lazily, and instead reached into the huge silver platter and grabbed a piece of creamy lobster meat and put it in her mouth, the sea breeze during the day through the half-open tent brought a refreshing coolness—the greatest courage she had shown in the battle with the pirates a few days earlier. Maybe there were some brains, but she not only felt scared afterwards, but also wondered how she did it, you know. Even a year ago, if someone told her she was going to fight a group of pirates, she either thought that person was talking nonsense, or that the "confrontation" he meant was not what people usually thought of as "confrontation". It's the more shameless and unbridled kind.

It didn't turn out as bad as she thought it would, and she finally got a page of her own in the black-haired spellcaster's book, though compared to the others. This thin page looks a little pitiful, but Mei Misheng is self-aware, well, remove all the incredible whimsy about Birdwin, but even when she loved Birdwin the most, she didn't think of giving up her life and the identity of Reverend Flo. She had very little to have, she didn't have a strong body and subtle martial arts like Baldwin, nor did she have a noble status from an ancient bloodline, although Mame doubted that her bloodline was mixed with orc blood, and without the hammer that had been enchanted so that its weight and texture were completely unequal, the adamantite broadsword that Leona had used was no lighter than Baldwin's, not to mention that she could pull the longbows used by the soldiers of Thundercastle, which were said to have been used against orcs, and she was not as good as Glenn, who had heard of the thief's name when she was in Sharp JawsIf he hadn't run into Cremar, and hadn't become enemies of the other guild members, Drake, and the owner of the Blunt-Headed Tavern because of this black-haired spellcaster, he might have become the leader of the guild in a dozen years; Don't doubt Memi's eyes and observation, although the owner of the side island is Kremal, she knows who has the final say.

She was satisfied with her current position, knowing that Mei Mi's biggest fear in the past was that they would find a random temple in the Dragonfire Islands and stuff her into it, leaving her to fend for herself. And now she could sit in a tent with them, and listen to them talk and discuss important matters, even if the decision was not her share, but she had mead, delicious food, sandalwood crates of silk, fine linen and cotton clothes, and gold necklaces inlaid with pearls and tourmalines, and so on. The merchants may have misunderstood her identity as much as the knight, for in a procession the priests of Frow tended to belong to the noblest or most powerful of the people, so they prepared a generous gift for her according to the rank of the lord's concubine - more generous than Birdwin and Gülen, and their look of horror made Memmy laugh at the thought of it, probably not knowing that she had shared a tent with the seemingly humble thief.

"If bats are willing to drill, even the sky will have cracks. Colbert said a popular saying among the crew—the common belief that bats are rats with wings: "But if the mages can't be on the battlefield, we'll have an advantage—they can't tie Kremall's fingers, even Gavin has to work harder, and now we can't be caught by anyone else—I think you'll be able to find a place or two." ”

"I'm fine. Gavin said that there was always something a way for a mage to get somewhere quickly.

"A place or two?" asked Berdwin, smiling, "to confuse the enemy?"

"No," Xiu said hesitantly, looking at Adair, a white-haired man in a cloth coat who was buried in a plate of oyster fried eggs with his feet crossed. It's just that...... Except for lieges, no one else is allowed to hire mages...... Or the caster, the warlock, and the priest?"

"Of course not with a warlock," Kerry paused, his gaze falling on Mei Mi, thinking that Xiu was talking about her, "There is no temple of Flo on the side island, but we can try to build one where Mei Mi can preside over the sacrifices." ”

Meimi's eyes lit up, it was really good for her.

Xiu shook his head slightly: "It's not this ...... Ma'am," he said tactfully, "it's Adele." ”

Everyone but him had surprised expressions. Only Colbert felt it slightly.

There was a roar in Baldwin's head, Adel was like him - banished by his own gods, but ...... He turned his head stiffly and slowly, Adel had reverted to that regular and dull life since he arrived on the side island, he was no longer with the soldiers of Thundercastle, he was busy collecting herbs or weaving or polishing utensils, sometimes fishing and catching sea crabs, he lived like the most ordinary herbalist, fisherman and craftsman, and Baldwin wondered if he was the one who walked out of the wilderness with more than 4,000 men. The leader who crossed three-quarters of the continent and led them to the Land of Hope.

Since meeting Adel for the first time on the side island and thanking him warmly and sincerely, Berdwin had barely seen (perhaps noticed) the former follower of Rosada, nor had he noticed any change in Adelle, who looked as scrawny as every Norman in the Highlands. His face was withered, and now he looked at Adair, preoccupied - under the torment of fear, hunger, and weariness, Adel looked nearly ten years older than his real age. His cheeks had finally turned a little bloody after coming to the side island, and his hair was still silver-white, and there was no black to be seen. But the two marks on his face, one "blasphemy" and the other "homicide", although still vivid, are not so profound, the muscles and skin that were pulled up by the scars left by the soldering iron have become smoothed, making the whole face no longer so hideous and distorted, and the two imprints that constantly announce the person's sin to people now look like they have been depicted.

"He ......" Baldwin didn't realize how hoarse and sharp it was until he heard his own voice, and he coughed hurriedly to calm it down, "Adel, have you already received Rosada's forgiveness?"

"No," said Adal, "I am still not allowed to call out his holy name," he looked understandingly at Berdwin, the former paladin who was in the same atonement and exile as he was, "but, I thought," he didn't want people to know that the shackles were loosening, lest his gods think he had become proud and negligent, but he couldn't help but want to give the venerable man more support and encouragement: "I can...... I felt his warmth, and even though it was only for a moment, I could feel it...... I'm being watched......"

One year, or two years?

Adel committed not one, but two, he turned his back on his gods, even if it was not his intention, killed his brother, driven by medicine, but who cared, his own brother did not care, his face was branded as a sinner, and his division and his comrades were banished, and no one wanted to tolerate this man who had sunk into evil, especially when he saw the broken emblem of Rosada- Baldwin had been so generous and merciful in accepting him when he was the lord of Thundercastle, but in Baldwin's mind, there was only so much that Adel could do, he might be crushed by the orcs on the double walls of Thundercastle in a few years, just like ordinary soldiers, and it would be impossible for him to atone for such a grave crime before he died.

But what did he see now? Fade the imprint, this is not something that herbs can do, it can only be said that the god that Adel followed, Rosada of the Morning Light, had set his eyes back on him, his sins were being removed, he was being cleansed, and it was only a matter of how long he was judged and punished? It was as short as an instant.

As for Berdwin, he may have indeed committed the crime of killing the king, but it was not from his own intention, but the product of a huge conspiracy, and he may be able to say that he is innocent! To this day, he even began to wonder if his own sword pierced the throat of the old king at that time, Dylan is a mage, and the mage can do anything, he can completely let the sword of the old king escape from the master's control, or let the old king himself fall on the sword of the old king!

Almost momentarily he was filled with the urge to leave the tent and kneel in the bright sunlight and chant the name of Tyre, how long had it been since he had called the name of his most loyal and beloved deity?

Eventually, he endured, but Berdwin knew he wouldn't be patient for long.

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This was the end of Cremar's parade, he only saw half of the island and two ports, the largest and most important port was not far from where they were, that is, the place where the royal merchants lived, but after everyone discussed, they decided to return to the fortress first, although the port was prosperous, but it was not safe, it was the soul of the other world on duty that day, he has always been an obedient good boy, of course he will not contradict the decisions of others.

When they returned to the fort, they were surprised to find that the fort had been renovated, that the lively vegetation had been cleared, that the alabaster floors in the halls and corridors had been refilled, that the floors of the rooms had been paved with ebony of solemn colors, that the walls were painted with chalk mixed with shell bead powder, inlaid with gold threads and precious stones, and that the motifs did not involve any gods, and that the lamps, statues, tapestries, and so on with them were the lamps, statues, tapestries, and the corresponding lamps, statues, tapestries, and The ornaments and so on were all installed, as well as the furniture and chests, ranging from purple heart to sandalwood, in simple shapes, showing the color of the wood itself, with only intricate carvings in the corners, covered with fur and satin.

There was also a group of gnomes, huddled together in a large room waiting for the new owner of the side island to summon them.

A few of the gnomes were from the Eastern Crown, the ones who had been connoisseuring Birdwin's stump as a work of art for a while, and the others were all unfamiliar faces, but the gnomes all looked similar, snow-white faces, dark eyes and hair, tiny hands and feet, wrapped in precious stones, gold, and silk, sprayed with perfume, and looking as cute as the dolls they had made, no, wait, maybe get rid of that one.

It was a male dwarf, ragged, smelling of alcohol and stench, barefoot, out of place with his companions. (To be continued.) )