"Have you harmed or even killed the mage Kremall?"

"Nope. ”

"Have you deceived, misled, or forced him into a trap?"

"Nope. ”

"Did you sit idly by or even contribute to his danger when he was in danger?"

"Nope. ”

"Do you know his whereabouts?"

Glenn wanted to say he didn't know, but it occurred to him that such an answer might be mistaken for lying by the spell: "He fell into the swamp." ”

The elven ranger, who was in charge of the question, paused briefly and with difficulty, and looked at Berdwin, "Is there anything else you want to ask?"

Baldwin shook his head.

Memey, or each of the Flo priests, was weak, and they couldn't sustain too long to detect lies, and Kerry was keenly aware of the invisible shackles of magic when he asked the third question, and when he asked Birdwin, Gülen let out a small pop around him, and the white light flickered, indicating that his words and heart were no longer monitored and controlled by external forces.

"The benevolent Ilmut blesses those who do good," said the pastor of Ilmot, "and things may not be without a turn of events." ”

"I hope so. Gülen said.

Baldwin moved his body for a moment, and he still felt every joint violently protesting against his misdeeds—his severed arm was aching as if it were still connected to his body, but the former owner of Castle Thunder knew it wouldn't, and he watched as Fouquet kicked that arm into the fireplace, and his nose could still smell the foul stench of burning— If he could keep his charisma, he could pray to his gods, his arms would grow back, and his physical injuries would heal, but he couldn't, he had lost Tyre's favor.

"What do we do next?" Gülen asked, trying not to seem so desperate. But to little avail, as both Kerry and Berdwin were wounded, and he was exhausted, and the priests of Maemy and Ilmort were negligible, and they had to deal with a caster of power and wisdom who was either dressed in red or gray.

Berdwin clenched his fists, "Give it your best." ”

"I'm sorry......" said Ilmot's pastor, "but if you can, wait for me for a day." ”

The thieves wanted to kick the old fellow out and throw him into the swamp, but the two wouldn't allow it, so he had to grabish a silver coin and spin it around between his fingers. Walking to the corner of the wall and pulling open the felt carpet sent by the villagers, the felt carpet was thick and hard, but it was thick and dry, and Gülen wrapped himself in his cloak and fell down, closing his eyes.

Because of the shadow cast by the bats, Frow's priests, rangers, and thieves did not look for a bed anywhere else, and they rested directly in the room occupied by Berdwin - Memmy was more than willing to share a bed with Baldwin, but Baldwin politely refused. As a result, Mei Mi occupies the right side of the room, and Glenn and Kerry sleep next to the left wall of the room, which has a window, albeit a double glazing. But in such a remote area, the glass that the merchants trade is not very good quality, not only is the color not transparent enough, but there are also small blisters in the glass. The undulating surface is uneven, which indicates an uneven thickness of the glass, which can be seen at a glance by a well-informed ranger and a thief who is adept at valuing stolen goods and targets.

If it weren't the bats that mutated but the birds, perhaps they would have been chiseled by the beaks of the birds.

Now Mei Mi sleeps in the innermost. Berdwin was in the middle, and Carey was between the thief and Baldwin, the thief was facing the wall, a thin worm crawled past his eyes, he nailed its long foot with his fingernails, the worm struggled violently, breaking his own foot to find a way out, Glenn waited, and when it was about to burrow into the crack in the stone, he moved his fingers and pinched it in two.

Before that, Carey had taken out two bottles of healing potions, the only two of which were there, and even if he didn't say anything, Glenn could tell one or two from his solemn look - he shared one of them with the three of them, although Glenn didn't look like much of a healing potion - the potion worked surprisingly well, and in order to escape from the deadly iron box, Gülen died once, and his injuries were all covered up under the seemingly intact exterior, and Memmy didn't know why, and Berdwin and Kerry Ben- And the previous Cremar, Gülen didn't dare to let them know that he wasn't as useful as he seemed, and fortunately there weren't many situations where he needed to help in the process of escaping, but he also knew that he was just trying to support himself.

The potion flowed down his throat and into his abdomen, and the thief unexpectedly recalled the feeling he had felt when he first drank the expensive liqueur, the warm and soft flames spreading outward from the inside of his stiff body, and for a moment, it was like the curse of the god of death, Cranvo, was gone.

"When are we leaving?" asked Berdwin in the dark.

"Tomorrow. Kerry replied.

When they woke up at dawn the next day, the priest of Ilmut had prepared a hearty breakfast for them, air-dried wild boar meat, sweet potato soup, butter, mushrooms, and eggs sprinkled with black pepper, probably the best the people of the village could come up with.

"What a farewell feast. Gülen commented pessimistically.

Mame glared at him vaguely, and Baldwin had persuaded Flo's priest to stay here, and Flo's priest replied to him, "Although I am not following a powerful god, I am also a priest, and I have traveled no less than your ranger, sir," she said, "I know what the altar is, and if you fail, I will die the same, and it will be a painful and miserable death—I don't want to wait, I've had enough." ”

In addition to breakfast, the priest of Ilmot also took out several bottles of healing potions, and Gülen opened one of them and shook it gently, the potion shimmered in the bright morning light, like clear spring water mixed with gem shavings, which was the expression of a healing potion with excellent effect, almost comparable to the potion that Kerry had taken out before.

"May Ilmot's eyes always be upon you, may his hands always sustain you, may his guidance always be able to listen to your souls—he will take away the wounds and the plagues for you, and he will love you as a human father loves his children. The priest of Ilmut said, his voice hoarse and dry, sounding very harsh. If it weren't so slight - so slight that one would almost think he was just talking to himself.

"You pray to Ilmot...... Carey asked.

"I pray to my gods all the time," interrupted the priest of Ilmot, "I believe he sent you here," he said, looking over one by one, from Memy to Gülen and from Berdwin to Kerribben, "and you, and your friends, will return safe and sound." ”

"Thank you for your blessings," Berdwin said. He moved his non-existent right hand, originally he wanted to perform a paladin's salute, but the missing right arm reminded him of his current status, so he changed the salute to a simple bow: "The holy name of Ilmut will be worshiped by more people because of your piety." ”

Memmy gave a priesthood with her hands on her shoulders, but said nothing, and Reverend Flo's reunion was not suitable for a follower of Ilmort.

"No," said the priest of Ilmot, "this is not a blessing, this is a prophecy." ”

Almost all the people in the village came out, children, old people, men, women. They were silent and bowed only gratefully and respectfully as they passed.

The thief tossed the silver coin he had been holding in his hand to one of the children, thinking that the curse of the god of death and the spell of the red robe were more terrifying. Whether he will continue to "live" like that or will he really die: "Have you noticed," he said, "that the pastor seems to be a little older." ”

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The otherworldly soul yawned, stretched, and slowly woke up.

He sleeps in the depths of the sea of consciousness - it needs to be explained. If we want to describe the lich's sea of consciousness, we can first imagine it as a large, unbeatable glass hollow sphere - the top layer is as bright as day, and the middle is like dusk or dawn. The lower level is a quiet darkness - there are layers of darkness, and there is still a glimmer of light near the middle level, like what you see when you look up at the sky from the deep sea, and the further down you go, the more dim the light becomes, and when you reach the bottom level, it is a stagnant solid color, but both the lich and the spirit of the other world can go up and down at will (when the lich is not punished), and when they approach the upper level, they can observe the outside with the help of the senses of their cohabitants, but it is not very real. For souls in the other world, it's like a transparent membrane that you can see, hear, touch, and even smell, but there's absolutely nothing you can do about it.

When the lich wants to meditate and the souls of the other world want to sleep, they will sink down, the deeper they can feel, the less they can feel, and at the bottom, everything will be cut off from you, the souls of the other world are a little unaccustomed at first, but later they think it is really good, in its messy memory, it seems that it has never seen such a suitable place to sleep.

It wasn't until much later that the soul of the other world realized that it had maintained an extremely good routine - after the lich had taken over, it would sleep for anywhere from ten to twelve hours (by its own means), and it would not wake up unless the lich went down to the bottom and violently woke it up (a few times), asked it something, and then left in a rage.

When it wakes up, it floats up, and while the Lich hates it for doing so, it's an alien hillbilly, and everything makes it feel new and interesting, and it's worth studying closely, even the defensive stakes of Sharp Jaw Harbor make it beautiful.

This time, it was a rare occasion that it didn't get to see the white of the lich's eyes as it took care of itself (and then slowly ascended) (don't ask how it knows), and it felt a little sorry for it - and then felt a little Stockholm.

It also felt a little wrong - it didn't know what it was looking at, because it felt as if it had eyes all over its body, and the signals coming back from the eyes were complicated and chaotic, and it felt like it was all over the fruit, even if it was covered with a film, it was plastic wrap, and when something that obviously had a lot of feet or no feet crawled over its body, it had to grow hair and stand up.

And its body is still changing.

The otherworldly soul wanted to scream, and it did.

- What are you doing?" the lich asked irritably.

――Tell me it's an illusion, the spirit of the other world shouted, and I felt as if our bodies had become one...... Uh, jelly!

- The lich had to search to find out that Jelly was a god horse, ah, he said viciously, not quite right, my dear cohabitant, not Jelly, if you really want to describe it in terms of food, you remember something called chocolate lava cake that should resemble it, oh yes, the part inside.

- This curse can only appear in shoujo manga! The soul of the other world shouted, "Don't put it in a book if the style of painting is completely different!"

- Just the appearance, the lich said leisurely. I'm sure no one wants to put it in their mouth - we're in a state of soft mud right now.

- Ooze?

- Ooze Mud, the kind of mud monster common in swamps, - The Lich explained that we fell into the swamp earlier, and a spellcaster used it to seal off the sacrificial grounds...... The technique was surprisingly clumsy, the swamp had been transferred from another place, and for some reason it could only reach a depth of six feet, which meant that if a taller man, say, like Baldwin, fell in, he would be able to get rid of the threat of death as soon as he stood up - of course, I don't mean that ordinary mortals could escape, there were other things in the swamp, such as ringtoothed giant eels, which could eat up a full-grown bull in an instant.

I'm looking for the end of the swamp, and the lich continues, these kinds of spells have a source, like portals and the like, and the swamp is drawn from where it was supposed to be, and then released here, and we can find it if we just swim against the current...... Well, one location, maybe you can find the answers we need.

――Is this the only way?

- The best, the safest, the easiest, said the lich. We can't attack or cast spells in the Ooze state, but there are very few that can hurt us, and mud monsters are also common in swamps, so they don't alert enemies.

- It's quite common, the soul of the other world said, I saw one.

- Yes, it's a melt monster, a type of mud monster. Said the lich.

The Otherworldly Soul couldn't see its own body, but as far as the Lich said, it didn't seem very good to look at, but the Melter looked much better, just as the Otherworldly Soul had been in the first place, it was a large green jelly, glowing in the dim mud, and it contained all sorts of things, from broken armor and gems to plant leaves, seeds, worms...... All kinds are available. (To be continued......)