"That's right," said the ninth son happily, "are you going to see the disciple of Beavis?"

"I'll go see him," said the mage of the Lord of the Eastern Crown, "but not now. ”

Spellcasters will occasionally visit each other when they are not hostile, sometimes to exchange casting materials, scrolls, or rune sigils (after all, they are not good at each other); Discussion and enlightenment, as in the case of Mage Alva of the Castle of Cape and Mage Antonio of the White Tower, who are the chief mages of a city or fortress and have a very important place in the council, and if they do not want to attract attention and vigilance, they will generally visit them on the second or third day after entering the area and fortress (only the highest level casters will be allowed to do it for their disciples) - Otherwise, the latter will be seen as having "bad intentions" against the mage or his territory, and will be monitored, detained, controlled, and even forcibly expelled by the guards.

However, it should be noted that the time and place of the visit also need to be cautious, the location must be determined by the visitee, and the time is also, but the visited person will not specify the time between evening and early morning, and the visitor will not ask for this, because from the evening onwards, the casters may lose most of the spell memories due to work or accidents, and the late night is the time for ordinary humans and most spellcasters to meditate and rest, and early morning is the best time for them to remember spells. This is also a time when they are most vulnerable, and it is more of a blatant provocation to "visit" at this time - even the best-tempered spellcasters will ruthlessly cast their best and most powerful offensive spells.

It should be explained that the relationship between the lord's mage and Cremar is a little awkward, although he belongs to the Eastern Crown Lord, but the lord is not only him, and for the purpose of checks and balances, the lord has given these mages almost equal rights and prestige - and. He was still sent by the lord to meet them, because Cremar was a disciple of the lord's seventh son, Beavis, and the mage could not have been clearer about this, and in view of the noble status and status of the caster, the inheritance laws of all regions and countries clearly stated that the disciples of the caster had the right to inherit his inheritance.

Now that Beavis has been confirmed dead, it is only natural that his island will be inherited by Cremar - of course, for him, his rights end there. But if he could have this status in the future, then the lord's mage would have to be the first to salute him, because the young black-haired mage had not only the talent of a spellcaster but also the power of the world, and the combination of the two could not help but make the former not humble to him, although it was not his intention.

In particular, he thought of the side island he had explored and visited, the one that Beavis had been fortunate enough to acquire, which was only a few miles away from the Eastern Crown Island, and was shaped like a slender leaf. However, whether it is territory or property, it is only the main island of the islands owned by the lord of the crown, and the mage is not at all surprised why the lord of the crown of the crown would divide the side islands to Beavis, who is rebellious in their laws, precisely because Beavis is a naïve fool and because the person he loves was a slave on the island. That's why he gave up his power and position and moved to live in the distant White Tower, so that the old lord could calmly take the fattest piece of flesh from his son, who had grown up and threatened his throne and fortress, and the mage was a close confidant of the lord. No one knew better than him how much silk, gold, weapons, and slaves he could get from each year, and he wasn't sure if the old lord would give the old lord to the black-haired young mage, but just think about it. His heart would feel pain.

However, he didn't want anyone else to know about it, he didn't even bother to tell the lord's ninth son why he didn't go to visit the black-haired spellcaster at this time, although this guy had played some small tricks to take his rightful place from his twin brother, and he was also very smart, but the other sons of the lord were not stupid people, and had a richer and more vast territory than him, and he didn't think that this little viper could be the final victor.

But the ninth son of the Eastern Crown Lord does have a keen sense of smell, and his island is not the closest to Redthroat Harbor, but he moves faster than anyone else.

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Memi slouched out of bed, her long hair completely soaked in sweat and drenched over her pale blonde back, curly at the end, swaying with her steps, sweeping back and forth over her round buttocks.

She sniffed in the air, and tentatively pushed a dark brown wooden door, narrower than the others, delicately carved between the ankles and knees, and Flo's priest opened it with a single push, and behind the door was a large, dimly lit bathroom, as Memmy had expected. The flame-golden fluorite casts its rays like a setting sun on every part of the room, and the light veil covered with fluorite makes them ambiguous, and below the ground, the square bath can accommodate four or five people at a time, and the sides of the bath are lined with shells, corals, crystals, and silver carved and made of thin-necked jugs, saucers, and round-bellied bottles filled with rose petals and sea salt, and crystal and silver jugs that are supposed to contain essential oils and perfumes.

Mei Mi walked around the bath, which was dry. If it weren't for what they had seen, she would have been willing to serve their slaves with the sent, but neither she nor Glenn had had had an appetite for the Dragonfire Islands, and they didn't want to see any slaves, even if they were the wonderful people they coveted—prostrate at Memey's feet were boys with honey and light brown skin, young faces, but long bodies, strong limbs, and docile as if they were the same thing and not human beings with thoughts and souls. Their eyes seemed clean and bright, but they were lifeless, not even as vibrant as the golems that Memmy had seen in a certain temple.

Flo's priest drove them out mercilessly, expecting to be pleaded and pestered - after all, as a follower of Flo, she was often forced to be used as a dangerous instrument, and it was not surprising that these slaves would be punished for not being able to please her - but they obeyed her every command.

Just as she hesitated, a pale, slender hand reached out from behind her. He may have just pressed somewhere, and warm water gushed out of the crevice.

The water was not clear, or more accurately, mixed with countless bubbles and tiny impurities, and a peculiar smell: "Sulfur?" asked Meme.

Glenn nodded, and he jumped out of the bath, his hands touching something again, and the sound of the water suddenly increased, and a thick mist suddenly blocked the two of them: "It's a hot spring," said the thief on the other side of the mist. His voice was low and slow, with a sense of graternity that anyone could hear as long as a man, "The reason why the Dragonfire Islands are called the Dragonfire Islands......"

"Because it's shaped like a dragon spewing out flames. Mei Mi said, eagerly sliding into the boiling water, indeed, the Dragonfire Islands are a group of archipelago arranged in an arc shape, and when viewed from the sky, you will see that it looks like a broken shuttle.

"I can only say part of it," Gülen said. He reached out and unexpectedly touched a silky body: "The most important thing is that beneath this archipelago lies energies more powerful than the dragon's flames, and they glow with white light. The burning day and night turns stones into streams of water, melts steel and gold, and turns the air as hot as coke. At the same time, there is also steaming groundwater passing by their sides, which when washed out of the ground, can burn a person to the point of being reduced to a few bones in an instant. ”

"Sounds horrible. Mei Mi said. She leaned against Gülen and licked his neck, which had a clear tooth mark on it, and she laughed heartily, they were both a little ...... Madness: "It's like sitting on the back of a dragon." ”

"That's right," Gülen said, "it's dangerous. ”

"But you're still going to stay here, aren't you?"

"For a while. Gülen said that he needed to increase his strength, master his skills, and accumulate a considerable fortune so that he could return to the port of Sharp Jaw, to the Azores, a worthy thief who always had a better memory than the others, and that the enemies of his memory would torment him in a constant nightmare, and that the only way to solve it was to stab them in the back of the heart or throat with his dagger, and that he would relive that wonderful moment again and again every night.

"What about you," the thief asked rhetorically, "have you decided to stay in the Dragonfire Islands?"

"I know I'm a spike, but I don't want to pull myself out, and of course, if they're willing to leave, that's their business. ”

"Are you sure you won't follow?"

"Nope. "That will only make me stupid and pathetic, Glenn, I don't want to be like that...... Yes, as you said," she scratched the thief's back, "but you're a bastard—you had a lot of fun, didn't you? when I was still stupid." ”

"You know, I didn't have much amusement back then. ”

The thief said, and let out a small scream, for Memmy had bitten him, on the other side of the tooth mark, which was now symmetrical.

"That's not good. Gülen said, "It is said that a person who leaves a tooth mark on someone else will die for that person." ”

Memmy made a rude gesture to him.

"I think I'm going to get used to it. Flo's priest said, the hot spring made her cheeks and lips red, and her eyes shining, "Perhaps, except for those slaves - the laws of the Dragonfire Islands are too strange, there are slaves elsewhere, but no matter where it is, it won't be like here......"

"I wonder that these slaves are as obedient as instruments," said the thief, "and you know, even sheep bleat and cows shed tears before they are killed, and they are like a wooden cup, and you whip them, assassinate them, tear them apart, and they don't even run away from them." ”

Mei Mi thought for a moment, clapped her hands as the eunuch had told her, and a slave walked in.

Glenn raised an eyebrow to one side.

"Learn to bark. Mei Mi said.

So the slave learned to bark seriously, and to be honest he didn't learn much like that.

"Jump on one foot. ”

He immediately lifted a foot.

"Jump forward. Mei Mi said.

He jumped forward until he reached the end of the room, facing the wall, the hard alabaster wall, his head hitting the wall, Gülen staring into his eyes, but the thief could find nothing—not a hint of cringe or hesitation that a normal human would have.

"This is perhaps the most intolerable part of the Dragonfire Islands," he paused and reluctantly added, "One. ”

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The ninth son of the Eastern Crown Lord gathered his gnomes the next day.

It's the first time a soul from another plane has seen a gnome— As a human race of gnomes, they look a bit like the villains of some magical masterpiece, almost all of them are as tall as human waists, but their faces and limbs, and the proportions of their bodies are very harmonious, the men have no beards, the skin is white and smooth like the women, there are no wrinkles, the teeth are neat, the hair is combed into braids, the male hangs behind the back and the female hovers the back of the head, regardless of the gender is smeared with a thick layer of lead powder, black eyeliner, and a small red rouge on the lips, it is difficult to distinguish the old from the young from the outside, perhaps out of inclination or preference, each dwarf is luxuriously dressed-- Wearing gold rings set with pigeon-egg gems on their fingers, a dozen bracelets on their wrists, silk robes with layers of embroidery, and sea beads on the tips of their boots, they came to salute with a strong smell of fragrance, and Berdwin couldn't help but sneeze several times and roll his eyes back.

One by one, they examined Baldwin's arms, very carefully, as if they were examining some precious magical paraphernalia that they loved most but had accidentally destroyed.

Baldwin was a little creepy.

The last gnome with three more necklaces than the other gnomes stepped forward and bowed deeply to the ninth son of the Eastern Crown Lord. (To be continued.) )