When she saw the child, Memi didn't hesitate to spit out the meanest and dirtiest sentence of all her words.

When Leona told her about such a child, she thought that the child was seven or eight years old, or ten years old, and she had worried that it would be difficult to disguise the child as a girl too early if he showed male features—now she didn't have to worry about that, the child in front of her was only three years old at most.

She asks the merchant that when she wants a few children between the ages of three and four, the merchant's smile makes Frow's senior pastor feel uncomfortable, and the beauty has a rare cold face that drives a man away from her room - she only hopes that the merchant's mouth will be tighter, and that she will not attract more visitors with special hobbies to her temple, and that Memy is not a good person, and even a jerk at times, but she also has a bottom line.

However, Leona was very satisfied, and Mei Mi let her see the children, and many of them actually had light blue eyes: "The color of the eyes is the most difficult to change," Mei Mi said, unless the child has the talent of a spell caster, whether it is the use of herbs or magic, it will cause some damage to her eyes, "but the hair color can be changed, no problem," In order to enhance the attractiveness and freshness, Flo's pastor often uses various techniques to change the color of his hair, such as combing his hair with a lead comb dipped in acetic acid, smearing it with sheep fat and plant ash, or soaking it in laurel leaves and soaking it in water from burnt ant eggs, or rubbing camel urine and crocodile feces in the sun to lighten the color of his hair and turn it golden...... In short, after so many years, Pastor Flo has collected hundreds of secrets.

Anrui's child has light blue eyes and pale blonde hair, and Mei Mi has deliberately chosen a child who looks very similar to her. No one will find out that they have replaced plums with peaches.

"So where are you going to send this child?"

Leona paused slightly, she didn't expect Memi to care about the child's whereabouts: "Captain Colbert will send her to Cape Fort, where she will be well taken care of. ”

"That's good," Memi hesitated, "maybe you should know," she said, "I don't know if it's true or not." But according to the merchant - these children are from the Norman of the Highlands. ”

Leona's expression changed suddenly, and Mei Mi took a step back, because the princess was really a bit dangerous now, she had not wasted her time on the Dragonfire Islands in vain, since she had hit the sea demon with that adamantite hammer, she seemed to have found her favorite weapon, the heavy hammer hanging from the dragonskin belt around her waist at any time, opposite her broadsword. Memmy glanced at the hammer, it would have been easier to use it to beat a Priest than an orc, but Leona wasn't the kind to get angry, she just fell to her knees and grabbed her arm tightly as the child flinched back.

She used to speak in lingua franca with Memmy, but she spoke Norman with her children, who had lived in Norman Highland for a while in order to be better able to carry out her duties. I tried my best to learn Norman for a while. Norman is not a subtle and complex language, after all, it was born from the tribes of barbarians. Even the words were scarce, so Mei Mi could roughly understand what Leona was saying, she was asking for the names of the children, the names of the parents, the names of her hometown, and so on.

At this point, she should perhaps be thankful that the children were not very old—the children of serfs or commoners, even if they were only a few years old. They must also be skinny, scorched, and do not have good-looking apple faces and fair skin, so they were almost once the children of craftsmen or merchants, and they were protected as expensive goods. I hadn't been too frightened, and I had received some education from my mother and sister before, so there were a few who could clearly say what Leona wanted to know.

There was a secret feeling of pleasure in the depths of Meimi's heart - Leona's expression was not so pleasant when she left.

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"Highland Norman ......"

Leona and Berdwin said in unison, then stopped in time and smiled wryly at each other, and Baldwin made a "you first" gesture, and Leona nodded, repeating what she had known to Memi.

"The businessmen have also given a response. "They didn't even reach the royal capital, but they met fleeing civilians and tenant farmers on the Norman border in the Highlands. ”

"The forced passage of the inheritance amendment bill angered my uncle," Leona said, "and he is frantically rooting out dissidents." ”

"Perhaps the matter of Thundercastle has given them a taste of sweetness," said Bodwin with a serious expression, "and the new king was preparing to hold a great jousting tournament to which everyone he thought was worth seeing, and his knights rushed to various places in order to hand over his invitations to each of the invitees, and it is said that they were required to bring their knights and soldiers, and the knights were ordered to bring all their equipment, such as servants, armor, long and short weapons, and horses. ”

"What does he want to do?"

"I have heard that he has a mighty and mysterious army, an army made entirely of knights, who may weaken the nobles by defeating them in jousting tournaments and taking away their equipment. "It is perhaps possible that he will keep those courtiers whom he thinks are not loyal enough to him," he speculated, "and then use his inheritance and marriage rights to control their domains and dependents." ”

"He's mad," Leona said bluntly, "even my father wouldn't do that, and the Highland Normans were never kings, they belonged to every Highland Norman - how could he face the enemies or orcs of the Highland Normans without the lords, or the power of the lords?"

Baldwin pressed his eyebrows, "That's what worries me the most...... I can't imagine that if we lose Thundercastle, the orcs will flood the entire Highland Normans like the tide floods the sands. Did he think that he could fight so many enemies with his own army alone?"

"Thankfully, you killed enough orcs in the last battle," Leona said, holding out her finger. Gently brushing over Berdwin's forehead, Baldwin had a broad, flat forehead, almost without wrinkles, but the corners of his eyes were densely covered with the ravines left by the years, and the Norman princess of the Highlands kissed them tenderly: "And we only need a few years." ”

"The gods are above," said Berdwin, "only hope that our wishes will be granted." ”

He took Leona into his arms. Let her curl up on his knees like a child, he had hugged little Leona like this, and now she was grown, only a few inches less than Baldwin, and the female skeleton of the Highland Norman was thicker and taller than that of the southern female, but when he held her like this, the former paladin would still have a sweetness like honey from the bottom of his heart, which was the person he was loyal to, his lover. She will be his wife in the future.

For a moment, he even wanted to call out Tyre's name and ask for his favor and care, but in the end he quietly closed his eyes, not to be anxious, he said to himself, don't be anxious, everything will be fine......

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"You mean to say. Let such a ship sail on the sea?" said the lich, who had lived in the Seventy-Seven Islands for decades. There were no more than islands and sea water, and of course he knew how terrifyingly powerful and unpredictable the sea was. That's not something that such a small, delicate folding boat can handle.

"No," said McGee, "it's for walking on the Far North Sea." "It's like a reed boat for the black-footed maggots of the snow-covered swamps, and we only need to catch a monster or a beast, or use spells and sails," said the gnome. You can glide on the ice as fast as you can. ”

In other words, not only did you plagiarize the ideas of the Blackfoot Halflings, but you also laughed at them as a bunch of maggots. The former undead shrugged his shoulders and walked to the other side, where there was a piece of fabric that was soft and strange to the touch, "This is ...... cloth," said the dwarf, "I use the silk of the sea spider and the fluff of the albatross." There are other materials that are made of it. ”

"Is there anything special?" asked the lich.

McGee took a cylindrical metal object with a thin chirp on it, he looked at it, lifted the metal cylinder and walked over to a beautiful sculpture, pressed it a few times in a row, and the sculpture was covered with a thick white object, and then after a few heartbeats, they froze, and the lich touched it, and found that they were the fabrics he had just seen.

"I asked the mages and knights what would happen to the Normans of the Highlands if they fell into the river in the coldest season, and they said that they had to take off all their heavy clothing at first place, or the water-absorbing clothes would drag the man down the water—this fabric was interesting, it was warmer and lighter than fur of the same weight and thickness, more comfortable than cotton, tougher than leather, but it would dissolve in water with too much salt," said the gnome triumphantly. " That way if we fall into the water, we don't have to take off our clothes, they will dissolve on their own, and once we climb ashore, we don't have to look for dry clothes, I know we all have dimensional bags, but then we can bring other things that are more necessary. ”

"Of course," said the gnome accommodatingly, "you can still wear a piece or two of underwear in it if you feel the need." ”

"Are you sure it retains the benefits you say it can do even at extreme low temperatures?"

"There is no doubt about it. The gnome said with some displeasure, "Although the Dragonfire Islands have never experienced the harassment of bitter cold, we have rune disks that can reduce the temperature of a place to a level that is unimaginable to ordinary people...... But," his eyes looked to the other side, "I asked Gen Gavin to help test this, and he said it was very good." ”

The lich walked forward noncommittally, "What about this?"

"Drill rope. "We have to think about food, and this drill can penetrate a slate several feet thick, and when we use it to penetrate the ice, we can catch fish with hooks and flashing bait on the ropes attached to it," said the gnome. ”

"Reconsider," said the lich, "the ice of the Far North is harder than steel, and the thickness may be measured in miles, and I know that there are few fish there, only a lot of white shrimp, and each shrimp is the size of your hook." ”

The gnome raised his hand to look at the hook, and undeterred the next one: "And this one," he said, "a large horn - capable of making a loud noise, capable of scaring away wild beasts." ”

The lich was silent, "Maybe I can take it myself." The dwarf said.

"And this. "The gnome shows the lich a mess.

"Cloak?"

"No, it's a false wing," said the dwarf, "not for the ship, but for us, and I have prepared a rune disk for it, and if we activate it, it will cause a strong wind, and if we spread it, we will fly like a bird." ”

"Did you notice that Baldwin might weigh ten times as much as you?"

"Maybe I can bring this myself. The dwarf said.

Hopefully we'll find you in the snowy wilderness, the lich said to himself.

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"What do you think?" Ricka asked, softly.

The cocoon that Anrui, or the devil had known what it was, had grown to fill the room, and it was because of this that the two priests of Ilmut had returned in vain.

"It seems that those people are not as smart as we think they are, poor Anrui, and it's not your fault, is it," said Rika sarcastically, lazily tearing open a wire net in front of him, "they may remember to bring torches next time they come." "But this can only be said to be a bad joke, as a type of magical creature, the silk of the Bloodweb Spider is certainly not that fragile, and in fact, the fireball thrown by Ricka has not damaged it in the slightest, and his flames have been able to melt rock and steel years ago.

"Do you think the elves would be willing to interfere in this?"

The red-robed warlock said, but as in each case, he could not get an answer: "My mentor will be here in ten days' time, Anrui, and in this time you can think carefully about how to explain your actions - or show your strength, the mentor hates useless things that will cause him trouble, and he is a very serious person, whether you are hiding in a cocoon or have reached the mourning wasteland, he will always get answers if he wants to." ”

"Good luck. (To be continued.) )