Gülen was unable to move for a moment, and to this day, he did not know whether the curse of the god of death, Cranvo, had always been a punishment or a reward for him—the body had turned into fine sand, and the soul had been expelled from the body, which was not very pleasant To others, the whole process of resurrection took negligible time, but in Gülen's eyes, time seemed to freeze, his soul was dragged into the air, as if there was a hook hooking his backbone, and the body stranded on the ground was like a vortex that dragged him down with great gravitational force, and his whole person (or soul) was stretched and thinned, just as people would pull the parchment as far as possible and nail it to the stretch when they made parchment, the wind from the mourning wasteland passed through the trembling thieves, plundering the last bit of light and moisture, he was cold and hungry, his belly was shriveled and his eyes were blurredIt was no different from the lonely ghosts that wandered the mourning wasteland - he was not allowed to see his body, but he could feel every pain and emptiness of its collapse, and when the power of Cranvo rebound them, the thief's soul felt crushed and squeezed, and he did not even have the right to howl and struggle.

A cold hand was placed on the thief's forehead, and the thief couldn't help but shudder. If there was anything colder than the winds of mourning the wasteland, it was probably this hand.

"It amazes me," said the lich, and Glenn was satisfied, "though this is a small conjecture that is not conclusive, but I almost doubt that your mother ever had a ...... with Cranvo, the god of death. A more intimate relationship, ah, don't be nervous, you don't have his divine blood hidden in your body, otherwise the place where you grew up would not be the thieves' guild of Sharp Jaws but the temple of Kranvo. ”

The former undead seem to have been pleased by their own discovery, which can be said to be very rare. With a little patience, he added, "The blood of a god is a wonderful thing, and fallen gods can be reborn from the bodies of their descendants, so it can sometimes be very difficult to kill a god completely. ”

Glenn wanted to hear more, but unfortunately the lich's mercy ended there, and he only wondered why the curse of Kranvo, the god of death, had mutated, following the rules he knew. This curse was supposed to end with Gülen's death, when his body turned to sand and his soul was not accepted into the mourning wasteland, but to drift in despair, powerlessly, day after day, in the cracks of the plane, until the god of fate was willing to mercifully give it an end - to see which little devil would have an extra snack. Rather than as we have seen, Gülen can use it to escape the prescribed punishment and calamity. As he had done in the prison of the Norman capital, it was no longer a curse, to be precise, a great gift that was rare even among the followers of the generous Rosada or Angles.

Who should have twisted the curse, but who could play with these funny little tricks under the watchful eye of Cranvo?

The lich was full of regrets, if he was still the original undead, he would have many ways to figure out this cute little secret, "You should be happy." thief," he retracted. Standing up, the slender figure swaying slightly in the brilliant light: "You will no longer be under his control until Kranvo's eyes fall on you," the black-haired spellcaster walked back to the long table, the contents of the test tube forming a dark precipitation, he picked it up and looked at it. I didn't hesitate to throw it into a double-walled box filled with waste.

Gülen rose from the ground, his body still very weak, and it had taken him a lot of strength just to stand - he remembered that he had consciously tried to turn into sand in the dungeons of the Norman capital, but perhaps because he had ended his life on his own, he quickly returned to his original state - and he held down the wall. He rested his forehead against the cold stone and it took a while to shake himself out of his stupor.

"Do you have any questions? Glenn?" After a moment, the lich looked up curiously, even Glenn believed that the memory of being able to see his back was deep enough, not to mention that he had already achieved his original purpose: "If you wanted to ask me if I had done anything to your body, my answer would be no," the former undead said calmly, "As for the contract between us, I prefer to use your soul as a guarantee - Glenn, I can hold on to it when it is out of your body- For a moment, I did want to satisfy my curiosity, for example," he said with interest, "if your soul never returns to your body, will your body ever again sand or rot, or will it remain as it is—my friend, I hope you will be as faithful as you say, and don't give me this chance." ”

With that, he pointed succinctly out the door, and Gülen hesitated for a moment, but still bowed deeply and walked out.

"That's right. The lich said suddenly—the thief, who had already put his hand on the door, immediately stopped and turned around," said, "Maybe you thought about how to perfunctory the other 'me' before you walked into this room, but remember, my dear, that he is also a spellcaster, and he may be a little naïve and weak, but that doesn't mean he's not smart or determined enough, and he's also a bit stubborn, if he finds out...... There's anything wrong with you," the former undead crossed his index finger and made a veto gesture, "our contract will only be null and void." ”

Regarding Gülen's request, the soul of the other world consulted several other companions, and to the thieves' surprise, the one who most approved of this idea was actually Leona, the princess of the Highland Norman, but he immediately thought that the guy who needed a thief's guild to work for himself more than others was none other than Birdwin, he and the princess Leona were going back to the Highland Norman, they now have nearly 3,000 soldiers, of course, these people are far from being able to compete with a kingdom, they need more support and strength. Baldwin, though of great prestige among the populace and knights, was in the Highlands of Norman, thousands of miles away from the Dragonfire Islands, and there was an obvious need for reliable and unobtrusive messengers and contacts—and, indispensably, detailed and accurate maps. The situation of the villages and cities that the march may pass, the number of soldiers and attitudes of the various knights and lords, and perhaps some hidden matters that are unknown but have been left on parchment...... So who could be better than a thief?

The point is that today's thieves' unions can be said to be evil, they smuggle, rob, steal, kidnap, extort, murder...... Where else would they get so much gold? No weighing rod knows better how to extract the bounty of fat from its prey than their daggers. They were always handy and neat in this work, and were more skilled than a cobbler in scraping the curls of a sheepskin, and more forceful than a blacksmith in striking the metal from an anvil, and no one did it better than they did evil.

But neither Kerriben nor the Otherworldly Soul would be happy to see such a filthy stain on the side island, and Gülen had to promise many conditions that he didn't want to agree to, and these conditions were like shackles to him and the guild in the future. But in any case, being able to get Kerry Ben to acquiesce is a success to celebrate.

"We'll have a banquet to attend tomorrow night. Said the soul of the other world.

Gülen pointed to himself.

"Yes," said the otherworldly spirit, "the invitation is marked with me and my friend. ”

This feast was prepared by the great merchants of the side islands to welcome their new lord and to beg for his forgiveness (the previous neglect), as the merchants did not have access to the interior, and the banquet was not passed on to the black-haired spellcaster until the fifth day after it was prepared, and the banquet was held in the Blackfoot Square in the port, so named because it was the habitat of the large blackfoot albatross when it was not a square. Three hundred Norman soldiers, as well as the mage Gavin, arrived at the largest port before them. to make sure it's not a dangerous trap.

"Who else?"

"Xiu and Adele. The Otherworldly Soul replied that Adel was the right thing, and that the Knight Xiu had become quite familiar with Kremar because of his many visits to Cremar over the past few months for the defense of the flanks - albeit as a deputy to the head of the army, according to unwritten convention. He wasn't supposed to face the lord directly, only the chief had the right to speak directly to the lord, but because of Berdwin's inability to move, he couldn't even attend the feast, because the gnomes and mages sorted out his deformed and atrophied veins and nerves, and used potions to restore them to their original state. To satisfy the need for a quicksilver prosthesis - it is said that his prosthesis will be able to sense the pressure and temperature of the outside world like a real arm, or if he needs it, the caster will also be able to give his new arm a sense of taste or smell (this was ultimately rejected by Berdwin, the warriors are very unparticular in some ways, he doesn't want to taste something he shouldn't taste, or smell something he doesn't want to smell - he can pinch his nose, but how can he pinch an entire arm?).

The merchants had intended to last the feast for about seven days, but Cremar had decided to stay for only one day, partly for safety reasons, and partly because of Berdwin's arm, and although there should be no accidents with the gnomes watching closely, the only spellcasters that Berdwin trusted were Gavin and Cremar.

They entered the Blackfoot Square at sunset, and the merchants of the side island were proud to have built a hall of black golden stone, with one hundred and twenty columns, some of which were used to support the walls and domes, while others were only for the sake of beauty, and the base of each pillar was a bell-covered base covered with laurel leaves, and the columns were carved with vertical grooves inlaid with gold threads, and the heads of the columns were decorated with vine-like swirls and decorated with countless birds, all carved from sandalwood and pasted with colorful feathers, and the obsidian-inlaid eyes glittered in the light of whale wax lamps。

The abundant food is estimated to provide for the needs of all the soldiers on the side islands for a day, but there are only a few dozen people in the pillar hall, and perhaps ten times as many slaves, and the profits that the merchants make from the beet sugar and cane sugar on the side islands can almost pile up an island of gold coins, so they are both incredibly generous and unimaginably humble to the rulers who can directly affect them, and as far as the souls of the other world see, any of the items they provide may be slightly worse than those possessed by the lords of the Eastern Crown, but it is already extravagant. They may have received some information from Dada that their new lord was not the kind of person who liked to see blood and pain, so the usual life-and-death fights at banquets were canceled in favor of beautiful dances and fun juggling, but it can be seen that the slaves of the merchants were not as nimble as the slaves of the lord of the Eastern Crown, and that they were more like beautiful dolls, with some stereotypical signs of behavior, but the concubines who snuggled up to the merchants were much better, and they did not hesitate to throw winks at the new owners of the side islands, showing their bodies and postures to the fullest, and their masters did not seem to be angry or ashamed about itThey even had a little expectation that maybe Cremar could take it away immediately if he chose the one, but to their disappointment, the black-haired spellcaster was not as easy to get along with as his kind, he loved food more, and throughout the banquet, only the ranger and the princess sitting next to him had the opportunity to talk to him occasionally.

However, the merchants were not anxious, all they wanted was for Cremar not to investigate the previous matter, as for their goods, there was still stock in the warehouse, and they could hold on for a while.

The black-haired spellcaster had left early, and as he walked through a long corridor, he unexpectedly encountered a disheveled, crimson-faced Mei Mi, who was not surrounded by Glenn, but a handsome young merchant.

Before they parted, the merchant's hand rested on Plum Honey's silk robe.

"Don't be so surprised, my good man," Memmy seemed to have drunk too much, too much alcohol made her lose her sense of fear, and Flo's priest staggered over to the caster, revealing an unbridled smile, her breath was fragrant and sweet, like the smell of a fragrant pea flower when it was almost tulip, but it made Cremar feel uncomfortable for no reason, "I am Flo's priest. ”

"I thought you were with Gülen. ”

"Gülen is my lover," Memmy admitted, "but Flo's priest never has only one lover - this is against doctrine." (To be continued.) )

PS: Author's Note: There is an entity about the undead holding the government, and a sample book is being printed......