The Grand Duke of Harvey looked solemnly at the group that was about to enter the fortress of Cape Beach, where the island, which was as huge as a cloud, had suddenly appeared in the open sea, and the ships were desperately avoiding it, and the sailors thought it was a miracle of the gods—"It is a demon." Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info" The Grand Duke muttered in a low voice, his previous plans needed to be postponed, he could not refuse them at all, maybe the commoners did not know very well, but he was simply thunderous about the name of Grenada's dragon's teeth, and the banner of the dragon's teeth was a shadow over the hearts of the people on the road that destroyed all the countries and territories in the land through which Grenada was like a rushing river, and it was also a harbinger of death and a prelude to tragedy.

Thankfully, if these minions are now in the possession of the black-haired Dragonborn His Highness Cremar, as Adel said, then given his good relationship with Mage Alva- Grand Duke Harvey had to thank Master Alva from the bottom of his heart for always being so understanding and sympathetic to his juniors, and when the young spellcaster was still empty-handed, Master Alva's gift to him was undoubtedly a blessing, as long as he was not the kind of pure Grenada, then he would at least be a little grateful, and all that Castle needed was this meager connection, it could never become a vassal of any power, whether it was an archduke, a prince or a king.

It was the first time that Afra had seen a city outside of the royal capital of Grenada, and the streets were filled with civilians, merchants, and guards, and occasionally one or two spellcasters, who were cautious in their words, but with ruddy faces, powerful steps, and neatly dressed, and it seemed that the rulers of the city were not very harsh and greedy. The only incongruity was probably the station cages hanging from the city walls, each containing four or five dried bones, but it looked like it was a long time ago. Still, as they were passing through a busy alleyway, a ragged creature burst out of the shadows, shouting the name of the false god Gredy and brandishing a knife - but before he could do anything about it, he was crushed and caught by the guards who arrived immediately.

The apprentice of the former Reverend Greday widened in curiosity, she didn't expect to hear the name of the false god here, and one of the guards apologized to them, asked if they were frightened (a bit of a routine), and walked away with the man.

The young man who had been ordered by the Grand Duke of Harvey to greet Grenada's party had a slightly mournful expression, and that man had been his best friend.

A young girl passed by them, embroidered on her sleeve with a lifelike blue butterfly, which once swept the whole of Cape Levee like a wave of clouds, but the following summer, their numbers dropped abruptly, and this year, even seeing them became difficult, but it was a good thing for humans, because these butterflies could only survive on the poisonous "tobacco", and their disappearance also meant "tobacco" It was about to be extinct, and there may have been only a few druids left with their dormant eggs - but on the contrary, the main raw material had been lost, and the supply of the so-called drugs that the believers had been crazy about had naturally stopped, and in a short time, the drugs of the pseudo-gods were raised to a very high price - and the believers were willing to do whatever the priests told them to do in order to get their hands on them. If it weren't for the harsh means that Grand Duke Harvey had been using harsh means to isolate the spread of this drug in the Fortress, perhaps the Fortress would have been completely wiped out by these people, no, the riot of the "monsters", and even so, dozens of families would still have perished because of the drug.

Mage Alva and his disciples, as well as several druids and elven magicians, have been researching countermeasures to curb this drug, but even if he drinks a sleeping potion that can make a giant faint instantly, the person under the control of this drug can jump up from the bed, and he will become powerful, cunning and insidious, and lies will come at his fingertips. And even if magic and magic were to get rid of their addictions, they would still go out and where there were drugs, and once again fall into the poisonous snare of Priest Gredy, one of whom was his friend.

He must have walked out of the fortress, thinking that he could find the medicine as he did every time, but no, after the fall of the false god Gredi, her temple was shaken, the walls collapsed, the beams and pillars broke, the priests could not get a response from the gods, they could not perform their magic spells, they had to flee in all directions, and the raw materials of the medicine, the plants with bright flowers were gnawed away by the blue-winged butterfly, where could he go to find the medicine? His body was no longer tempted by the medicine, but his soul had long since fallen into the bottomless abyss. He was not the first - those who had been in the possession of Gredy's drug, when they found that they could no longer find it, would be utterly devastated, and they would become cruel beasts, and even relatives and friends would not escape their claws and fangs, or rather, the dearest ones were the first and most vulnerable, and the young man knew that the captain of the guard would soon go to that man's house, and only hoped that his friend would still have the last shred of sanity, but he also knew that there was little hope.

The curses and rebukes of the Grand Duke of Harvey in the fort have gradually decreased, even the councillors, or rather, they have seen more than the commoners and small merchants, and they may have been afraid, if it had not been for the hasty consuls of the time who seized control of the fort, perhaps there would have been no difference between the fort and the White Tower, and they might have realized for the first time that gold did not protect them from any harm, and sometimes power meant unassailable protection.

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The Grand Duke of Harvey's mansion was in fact the former Archon's residence, and some councillors carefully asked whether they wanted to expand or redecorate the somewhat decaying building, but the Grand Duke of Harvey refused—the old man, who had snow-white temples and wrinkles, gave a rare smile: "There is no need for this," he said calmly, "and its mission will soon be over." ”

The councillors were terrified, Harvey had no heir, and was he going to adopt an adopted son to succeed him to the throne of the Grand Duke? It is quite possible that the new Grand Duke may not look down on the original consul's mansion at all, and want to build a new palace or something, and they will return to their homes and begin to prepare for the money, and some people will begin to hoard the necessary necessities such as alabaster, ebony, and glass.

His Royal Highness Lehman from Highland Norman was waiting in a conservatory in the Archon's Mansion. This sunroom was left by the wife of the former consul of Harvey, and the top surface is inlaid with a large shell polished out of the Ming tile, which is of course much less transparent than the glass, but on the other hand, the light cast is much softer, and the pattern of the Ming tile is as graceful and comfortable as a flowing cloud.

He had only two attendants with him, and Master Antonio with him, after all, if something happened to him, he would be the only survivor of the Highland Norman Heyman family - their mother, Leona, had died a few months earlier, and her funeral was much simpler than that of Baldwin Donkray, but the tears that everyone shed as they saw her off were real.

When there was the sound of light and rhythmic footsteps in the hallway, Lehman's long-awaited man appeared, and to his surprise, it was just a girl, and behind her was Adel, and the priest of Rosada smiled slightly when he saw Lehman. Lehman guessed his identity at once, for both his father and mother had mentioned him, but the imprint on his face had disappeared, and he looked young and handsome, as enviable as any of Rosada's darlings. Lehman was suddenly glad that if his father was still alive, how dazzling he would feel when he saw this scene, although Lehman was still a child when he left, his mother-like delicate heart had already sensed his father's hesitation and helplessness - perhaps Baldwin Donkray had made an unforgivable mistake, but he was Lehman's father after all, and Lehman could not bear to see him look ugly because of jealousy.

Lehman stood up, Afra stopped, the boy and the girl looked at each other, one of them was the second heir of the Highland Norman, the other was the master of Crefa, and neither of them was willing to be the first to back down - the old mage laughed twice at the right time, Lehman took a soft breath, maybe as the prince of the Highland Norman couldn't, but as a man, he seemed to be careful with etiquette, he nodded to Afra and walked behind a seat, and Afra also bowed his head and stepped forward to sit down gently.

"The next thing. Afra didn't bother to say hello to such a mortal, "I wish only the two of us knew—perhaps," she paused, "you'd hope." ”

Antonio glanced at Rayman, who clasped his hands together to show the mage his rune ring, and on his chest hung two protective runes, an offensive rune that would release fire on impact—Afra noticed it, but she didn't care, if she were to kill such a weak chicken (a term she had learned from the black-haired Dragonborn), they wouldn't be a hindrance.

After everyone but Afra and Rayman walked out, Afra closed her eyes and felt the barrier spell unleashed by the old mage—at least no one would be able to peep and eavesdrop on the secrets behind it.

"I am here on the orders of His Highness Cremar, the third son of King Grenada, Lord of Crefa, and the ruler of the black-haired Kremar, human. Afra said solemnly, of course, as a child between a girl and a girl, to make such a gesture can be said to be a little cute—she is really not very beautiful, and she lacks the innocence of a girl or the softness of a woman, and the outline of her face can be described as sharp, and her lips are as thin as a bloodline, which makes people almost sigh that she has wasted those jeweled eyes that are like blue sky, sea water, and morning light. But this unfortunate combination made Lehman's disgust less intense, and she reminded him of his recently deceased mother, Leona was also a woman more suitable for a sword than a flower, but she was a warrior who could make countless men be ashamed, wise, tenacious and tenacious.

"We still remember His Highness's kindness," Lehman said, adding that Leona had never shy away from Cremar's help to her, and that he had saved Berdwin from Gülen's assassination at the coronation, so he agreed to the meeting: "Does he need our help?"

Afra hid a contemptuous smile in her mouth, "No," she replied briefly, "Your Highness only asked me to bring this to you." She pulled out a necklace from her dimensional pouch, the pendant of which was a round black gem, the size of a baby's fist, and Lehman looked at her puzzled, "It's not a dangerous magic paraphernalia," said Afra, "and hold the chain and look into the light." ”

Lehman hesitated, but did so.

He saw little Baldwin Donkray in the jewel.

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Rayman nearly dropped the gem to the ground, and Afra reached out, as quickly as if the hand had been waiting there.

"What is this?" he hissed.

"Your father, Berdwin Donkray. Afra said a little impatiently, "Don't you recognize him, or do you really think he's dead? No, he doesn't, it's a binding orb, and if you break it, the person inside will fall out." ”

"What do you want?" Lehman thought desperately, his mind tumbling like the sea in a storm, who was it? the fallen Gredy, or Cremar, or another evil mage and warlock, were they here to blackmail them? After all, the Normans of the Highlands knew that Baldwin Donklay had died in battle with the Red Dragon for the safety of the royal capital, and that he should be a dead hero, not a living king...... Mortal...... Even sinners.

"Nothing," Afra said dryly, "you can take him." ”

Lehman looked at her, and Afra indifferently placed the gem on the table, because it was in the conservatory, and in order to avoid fading under the prolonged exposure of the light, the table top was not sandalwood or oak, but alabaster, on which the black gem fell like a visible stain.