Dylan Donklay had neither the right nor the power to keep his mentor, and he didn't even dare to tell his mentor that he was not as confident in the castle's defenses as one might think - although he had originally come up with this theory to further reduce the number of soldiers and knights left behind in Castle Thunder, when he did, there was always a sense of foreboding that hovered over him like a winter cloud.

As he walked on the walls, three out of ten of the people who saluted him were dressed in robes, and Dylan was proud of it, after all, apart from Thunder Castle, probably only Grenada, ruled by dragons and their children, could show the world this great and graceful power, but the young mage always remembered that he had heard from the bard when he was very young about Thunder Castle...... They chanted the triple walls of Thundercastle, which were as strong as a mountain and tall, and the knights who wore armor and held spears like thorns of steel, and they sang of brave and upright lords and lords, first Morton Donkray, then Birdwin Donkray, and the banner that stood forever in their will and that of their people—Dylan looked up and saw that on the arrow towers on either side stood the heraldic banner of the Doncre family, which belonged to the Doncrey family, and stood on a turquoise background. The Normans of the Highlands worshipped the Great Bear, which was strong, agile and intelligent, and this large creature was neither as violent as a lion nor as cunning as a fox, but it always held a firm guard over its territory.

I wonder if Morton Donclay knew that his most hated illegitimate son had finally obliterated him, and all that he had appointed as an heir, would be tossed and wailed at the feet of Tyre, but neither nor could it shake Dylan Donclay's will. Some people may find it ridiculous, after all, Dylan is not the biological son of the elder Don Clay, and his mother, Princess Diane, not only ruthlessly humiliated him, but also took away the status of the Don Clay family as the concubine and eldest son, making a mongrel who did not have a drop of Don Clay blood on his body his only heir. And given the unshakable dignity and authority of the royal family, he did not even have the right to deny this child. Any man would have taken this as a great disgrace - especially when he saw Dylan Donclad's face that had no resemblance to him, and even if he went berserk, no one would be surprised to hurt or kill Dylan, let alone just turn a blind eye to the child.

Sometimes Dylan really doesn't know who to hate?Mother who always hides all the truth behind a fan?Two "fathers" who know everything, but keep silent?Nobles who see the whole thing as a comedy?Ironically, who always calls him the former king of Donclay Jr.?The bards who talk a lot?Or is it the young and gullible self?He will never forget when he walked towards Morton Donclay, who pushed himself away with his stern gaze and the sword in his sheath— He knew that his anger and malice were simply unjustified, but they were like a flock of greedy vultures, and whenever he returned to his room in the middle of the night, extinguished the candles, and immersed himself in the darkness of meditation, they would flutter their steel needle-like wings and ride the wind, pecking open his chest and eating his heart.

No one knew that even after he knew that he was not a son of Morton Donclay, he still hoped to be appreciated by the latter - this was a naïve idea, of course, and he suggested to the former king that perhaps more mages could be sent to Thundercastle - he was a future mage, and his mentor had told Dylan that he would become a very powerful mage, so that even if he could not wield a broadsword or draw a longbow, he would still be able to stand by Morton Donclay's side and be recognized and loved by him. The king may or may not have said it, but the following year, Don Clay had an additional name on his family tree—Baldwin Don Crane, who was just a commoner, a hunter, and a soldier, but he had gray hair and gray eyes, and he was a knight, so he could easily get what Dylan couldn't get with all his heart. The first time he saw Baldwin Donkray, it was indescribable, and the only thing Dylan knew was that from that day on, he had decided to go against his titular father.

After that, the person who gave him the most support was his mother, Princess Diane, who may have been his biological father Fauct, but Dylan Donclay felt that Fauct's greatest help to him was not the wealth and connections that ordinary people could not imagine, but the mentor he found for Dylan, the red-robed warlock Ostahl, who showed the talent of a spellcaster.

Ostal was a completely different warlock from the red-robed one people thought of, at least for Dylan, he could even be said to be a tolerant and gentle elder, and although he was just as strict and demanding in his schoolwork, Dylan could only taste the mellow affection that belonged to father and son when he was with him - perhaps this was not wrong, the relationship between the master and the disciple in the caster was originally closer than the father-son relationship in blood or surname. For about three years, Ostar was by Dylan's side more than his two fathers, and Dylan received not only guidance and guidance from him, but also the love of the elders he had been asking for.

If there was anything to regret, it was probably that Dylan had the talent of a mage rather than a warlock, otherwise he would have given up everything that the Normans of the Highlands had and followed Ostard back to Grenada to live and study. Of course, no, although Grenada was never short of foreign mages, Ostard believed that Dylan could only show his talent and strength in the Normans of the Highlands, and for this he praised Dylan's wisdom and dexterity more than once, especially the defensive circle of Thundercastle - which the Red Warlock considered considerable...... "Prudence is of course essential for a spellcaster," Ostarr said, "but what is more important for a spellcaster is to have a hurricane-like mind and arrogant courage - and in this respect I must admit that a warlock is stronger than a mage." As he said this, he gently touched Dylan's shoulder, so to speak, "I'm glad you and I have so many similarities." ”

The red-robed disciple showed a small smile, he unconsciously put his hand on the cold stone brick, and the swirling electricity on it struck him, activating the protective spell contained in the pendant around his neck, and the light of the magic attracted the attention of the two warlocks, who hurried over, and immediately bowed their heads when they saw Dylan, and humbly bowed to him in apology.

"No," said Dylan, "you ...... Very well done. He stood on the edge of the battlements and looked down, from here he could see the charred, greasy ground beneath the sloping walls. Originally, after each great battle, it would take a long time to collect the corpses of the orcs to prevent them from decomposing and summoning the plague, but with hundreds of spellcasters, those filthy and bloody bodies only need to be violently burned. The black smoke and stench of that day polluted nearly half of the blue sky, but the wind from the Whithering Plains quickly blew them away, leaving only the walls and the ground with tragic traces, but it didn't matter, the wind and rain would wash them away, and when the warm west wind arrived, the fine grass under the walls would quickly grow and cover the last unsightly stains.

"Brilliant is what you think. A warlock complimented that he was from Grenada, but he didn't have the blood of a dragon, and the other half of his inhuman blood was a bit inferior, so he had a rather humble and cautious attitude towards Dylan, a disciple of a true dragon descendant - perhaps the people here didn't know the red robe, but in Grenada, no one knew Ostar, the son of the red dragon, who not only surpassed most warlocks, but even occupied an extremely important position among the dragonborn.

"When you cast spells," Dylan asked, "did you feel any conflict?"

"No, sir. Another warlock said that he, like his companion, was an embarrassment to Grenada—that serving a mage was not something every red-robed would want to do: "The defensive circle you have drawn is as delicate and meticulous as the elven locks. ”

"It's not all me," Dylan said reservedly, "and my mentor Austal has given me a lot of advice and guidance. ”

"There is no doubt about it," said the warlock, "that Lord Ostal has a knowledge that we cannot match at all. ”

Dylan smiled, apparently willing to continue enjoying the compliments he and his mentor for a while, but unfortunately, a knight ran up the wall and interrupted their conversation.

"I remember I had an order," said Dylan dismaylessly, "that non-spellcasters are not allowed to climb the walls without my permission." ”

"I beg your pardon. The knight pulled back his helmet so that Dylan could see his face—he was not a knight of Castle Thunder, but a knight of the new king: "I must convey the will of my king, and he is waiting for you." ”

Dylan Donclay waved his hand helplessly, he knew what his uncle was looking for him for, since Duke John became the new king of Norman in the Highlands, he began to suffer from gains and losses, suspicious, especially after the inheritance law was forcibly modified, he didn't even trust Dylan and Princess Diane very much, after all, before Leona regained his surname and status, the most threatening to him was probably Princess Diane and Dylan- Desperate to have a child, he gathered a number of healthy and noble women, made them his lovers, and told them that if any of them gave birth to a son or daughter, he would immediately execute the queen who was struggling in the tower, make her his heir, and make their children the heirs of the great kingdom.

But after so long, no woman's belly could swell, and like his previous wife, it was already said that the seed of the new king was so shriveled that even with fertile land, it could not sprout and draw.

This made the new king even more and more crazy, not only did he drink a lot of strange potions (given that he had mages and warlocks around him), but he also quietly offered sacrifices to several devils or demons, but for some reason everything he did was useless - so he began to sacrifice to Gredy repeatedly, and there was hardly a hen with eggs in the royal capital, and then Dylan heard that he was searching for pregnant women, from outcasts to commoners, who knows? Anyway, he had decreed a few months earlier that a tower and its annexes that had belonged to the princess Leona were dedicated to Gredi, turning it into the goddess's main temple in Norman in the Highlands.

Perhaps it was for this reason that Greday was finally willing to look at the anxious new king, one of his lovers was pregnant, and he cut off his wife's head on the third day after he was sure of this, re-entered into the marriage contract in Greday's temple, and offered more sacrifices, two of which Dylan knew from Greday's priest that were not ordinary commoners.

And since then, the new king has been in love with constantly recalling Dylan Donclay, asking every question he can think of, knocking on the side, and testing his mind by any means necessary, Dylan can be said to be extremely helpless, he has no ambition for the throne of the Norman in the Highlands, but he also knows that this is not a matter that can be solved by talking, maybe he does need to talk to his biological father Fouquet.

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Before Perrante could find the whalebone, the Aratilites began dismantling their boats - they soaked the entire boat in seawater, allowing it to soak in soft seal skin, so that they could peel off the soft seal skin and cover it over the frozen mold of snow and ice, allowing it to stiffen into another shape. This allowed them to put the sealskins together one on top of the other and sew them together—like the fish scale armor of the Serisians, into a huge hull. Then the people of Nanuk brought in whales, and they eventually hunted a pod of whales, whose fat, which had been the most prized treasure of the Alatirites, and now they brought them all and used them to soak the sealskins so that they would not leak, and they used whole whale skins in the main bow and bottom of the ship. Inside the seals and whaleskins, the women of the Alatirites were busy applying wax to the whale skulls on their knees - but this was not the final procedure, for after the whale and seal skins had been laid, they brought in from far away a peculiar plaster, which, when mixed with fresh flesh and dried in the shade, became pliable and dense, and was covered with a thick layer of lichen, following the arrangement of the elves.

"I still think it'......," the dwarf said. Then immediately the thief held his mouth down - he didn't want to hear anything about the ship sinking or anything like that. (To be continued.) )