Just as the "missing foot" companion was about to continue the conversation, a piccolo was blown, and a shrill sound silenced the priests of Shirek, the god of lies, who bowed their heads respectfully to greet the senior pastor here.

Like the other priests, the senior priest of Ciric was dressed in dark purple velvet robes, he was a long, lanky adult male with gray temples, and on his face, the emblem of Ciric was depicted, that is, in a dark purple background, floated a skeletal skull without jaws, which was almost the size of the face of the living, so that at a glance, he looked like a moving skull, and he stood on a high platform soaked in the blood of countless innocents and good people, and began to address his subordinates and disciples- It was a rather boring time, because they had been familiar with the theory for a long time. If I need to describe it roughly, it is probably that anyone who dares to rebel against Ciric and his followers will surely meet with a desolate and mournful death, and those who do not believe in Sirek, their one true God, will shed blood and tears, and they will use the power given by their One True God to kill, deceive and play with the hypocrites and ridiculous, the prophets in disguise, the priests of the false gods will be the favorite sacrifice of the Prince of the Darksun, (when hearing this, "Missing Feet") Pouting, no one has yet been able to get a white robe or two that can make their true gods very pleasant)-They must walk in the darkness, but not because they are afraid of the followers of the false religion, of course, they are never afraid, only feared, but it is most foolish to rashly expose themselves, or the power of the church, in broad daylight, so that their enemies are on guard— Nothing is sharper than suspicion, nothing is heavier than estrangement, they wield a mace, they lift a dagger, they turn an awl or a spike, but more than that, they should play their lips and tongues, and plunge all into fear, hatred, and hostility towards each other, rather than waking them up and pointing their swords at the outside world, and every priest of Ciric should bring death, summon crimes, and plot plots...... Everywhere they settled, they should know how to hide their dangerous desires and bloodthirsty instincts under graceful manners, beautiful looks and graceful clothes, and they should know how to associate with nobles, to pour venom into their ears, to gain their trust, to use their power and power. Whoever is in the way of them should be removed, and everything and everyone, including themselves, should not hesitate to sacrifice in order to achieve their goals.

These words still sound very reasonable, but "missing feet" is already familiar enough that he can also read it along, he is as ambitious as every priest of Shirek, and disdains the superiors, but now, before this fool who is always talking is not found wrong by them, they still have to endure and hide their untamedness, otherwise, wait for the inexplicable miss in a mission, disappear worthless and silent?

Fortunately, the senior pastor's cliché speech also had the advantage of accurately estimating the end time, and just as the senior pastor finally broke away from his semi-fanatical state, raised his arms, and chanted the holy name of Shirek, the priests of the dark sun below all waved their hands in high spirits, but they didn't know if they were moved by the bright prospects envisioned in the speech, or by the prestige of the god of conspiracy, or only because they could finally escape from the sea of suffering— They shouted the name of the god of conspiracy again and again, and no one dared to stop first, for there was a high risk of being charged with lack of loyalty, and anyway, as they had done last time, they kept shouting until someone fell.

"How religious. The senior pastor wiped his eyes with emotion, "All right," he motioned to his entourage to carry the fainting pastor away, "Let me see how many more ardent souls our true God has." ”

Knowing that what was going to happen was the greatest significance of the meeting, the "missing foot" immediately raised his guard and pricked up his ears to listen to the boasts of the others—and despite their repeated efforts to appear very modest, every pastor who stepped up to the podium considered himself to have done one or many extremely important jobs— Some of them claimed that they had made an otherwise loyal and honest knight feel irrepressible jealousy and hatred for their master, others that they had caused a castle mistress and her daughter to fall into a deformed love, and still others were proud to have performed a great deal of merit that had borne fruit...... Gems and gold coins poured down like flowing water on the platform and the ground, title deeds and contracts were stacked on top of each other on a small table beside him, and a priest took out three brilliant and crystalline soul gems, and before the "missing foot" spoke, a female priest of the dark sun pulled down the cloak of her companion and showed her results in front of everyone—a priest of Rosada who had been bewitched and then fallen by her, and all the priests let out an ugly staggering sound.

When Missing Feet stepped onto the platform, his colleagues thought he couldn't have come up with anything better, and he didn't, but he just bowed to the senior pastor in stride.

"Tell me," said the senior pastor tolerantly, "what have you done, my good boy?"

"A fleeting opportunity," said "Missing Foot," "and I seized it." ”

"What did you catch, not an ale or an apple bar," shouted a Darkday priest, who knew that the owner of the Scaly Pen Tavern was leaving, after all two days and nights people had been going there to ask for food and wine that didn't need money.

"Let him say," said the senior pastor, a little upset, "that our true God teaches us that we must be patient." ”

"Missing Feet" bowed to the senior pastor again in thanks, "We all know that one is a warlock. Some of the priests began to nod their heads, and they occasionally settled on the Scaly Pen, after all, this new city, and the location of the Scaly Pen is so good that if it can develop like this, maybe it will become another Cape Fortress, and the followers of Ciric certainly want to take it for themselves, but because of the delicate relationship between the god of thieves Musk and the god of conspiracy Silek (even if some priests disdainfully refer to the god of thieves Musk as the servant of the true god), they can't help but hesitate when the Silver Finger Guild controlled by Musk's son Glenn on the main physical plane has already taken the lead- You see, if there is anything worse than angering one god, there is nothing more than being caught between two gods, whose bodies and souls are too fragile to withstand the slightest devastation. But that doesn't mean they really give up, it can be said that everyone who appears there has to go through two screenings, one is the Silver Finger Guild, and the other is the followers of the Prince of the Dark Sun, when that warlock clashes with the Silver Finger Guild, the priest of Ciric can be said to be happy to see things develop in the direction they want, but unfortunately it backfired, the Silver Finger Guild is not a fool, they immediately shook hands with him shamelessly when they found that the enemy was too tricky.

"I heard he wanted to get out of here. The senior pastor said to show that he had more sources of information than anyone else: "Because his wife appears to be pregnant." ”

Some pastors began to talk to each other. "Then you must already know," said Missing Foot, "He is in fact really the son of a king, his father," and Missing Foot paused: "It's the king of Tara." ”

"Does his father love him?" the female pastor before boldly asked.

"Not loved. "Missing Feet" said: "His father did not love him because he seemed to be a little crazy and thought that his mother was a devil, so he was banished." But," he raised his voice slightly, "just a few days ago, his father began to want him to go back again. No, not because of love and remorse, but because of his brother. His brother has always been in poor health, and recently he could die at any time. ”

"Will he be a king?" asked the female priest with interest, her petite but full body like a ripe berry, which not only exudes a charming aroma, but can suck sweet juice with a light suck.

"He's just going to be a sacrifice, or a medicine. "His birth is unnatural, otherwise, how could you, two ordinary mortals, raise a powerful warlock?"

"What did you do?"

"I gave him a little guidance, not me, of course, but someone else, even though he didn't know that his information came from me at all. "Now, folks," said Missing Foot, "his father is coming to capture him, and he can scarcely escape, especially since he has a wife and unborn child, so he is not only determined to fight to the death against those who pursue him, but also employs some men—the useless scum you know, partly out of, ah, you know, friendship, and partly out of shiny gold coins. ”

"Please tell us," said the senior pastor, "how will things turn out?"

"King Tara has hired the very one whom our true god wants us to be able to bind or simply ......" "Missing Feet" made a gesture of death. They came to Tara and hoped that the king of Tara would put an end to the slave trade. ”

There was a slight ripple in the priesthood, and the demands of these adventurers undoubtedly touched the interests of the vast majority of them—whether it was gold, intelligence, or whatever, for whom a chaotic, turbulent region would always be more comfortable than a peaceful, orderly one. Not to mention, several of them were slave traders.

"In Tara, I have a loyal ally," said Missing Feet, "and he made sure that the men were unaware of the secret I had told them of – they knew nothing of it, thinking they were retrieving his son for an elderly and helpless father, completely unaware that they were aiding and abetting the abuse—and that the Scaly Pen Tavern had set a trap just waiting for them to arrive. Of course, my friend, my dear Laurie, would only think that he would fight a horde of abominable thugs. ”

"What kind of consequences do you expect?" asked the senior pastor.

"Two," "Missing Feet" held up two fingers, "one, those adventurers have fallen into the trap set by Laurie and his friends, and we can easily pick the ripe fruit, and the other one, they have seen through Laurie's clumsy trick and taken Laurie away......"

"Then you've failed. The senior pastor said.

"Missing Feet" just shook his head: "No, when they return to Tara, my allies will let those adventurers know the secrets, with their hearts and camps, they will definitely rescue Laurie, but Laurie, when he becomes king, he will only be the enemy of these people." ”

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"I told Krefa to move to Cape Ruby. Afra whispered. In fact, even if she didn't lower her voice, no one else would be able to hear their conversation in the windy air, except for the human-faced sphinx Keo beneath them, but Keou would never betray Cremar. However, Ke Ou didn't think that other people would have any problems because of Crefa, who had always belonged to the black-haired dragonborn, his territory and city.

This way, as soon as they receive Laurie, they will be able to come to Crefa first, and then have Crefa move to the southern seas, where they can cast teleportation spells directly from the floating city to enter Vinito, and then from Vinito to Tara.

The spirit of the other world touched Afra's head for permission and reward, and he felt the girl's little head spin half in his palm, and then his palm was kissed.

He withdrew his hand, but then Afra did nothing, Crefa's former agent turned back to his original position, leaned back comfortably, and buried himself in his arms, the dragonborn's body temperature always seemed to be a little higher than that of mortals, it was so safe and so hot in the cold and dangerous sky, Afra squinted and looked ahead, they were flying west, and the morning light was right behind them, and the sea below them reflected an untold amount of brilliant light like molten gold— It's like they bring light and warmth.