- Is there anything wrong with the name?

- It's a variant name, the lich says, the devil, the demon, the dragon, the elf, and the powerful spellcaster, their name has power, and those who know it are likely to use it to summon, Dominate and control them, so that when they have to let others know their names, they will change and extend their original names to another name, but this name must be closely related to the original name, that is, you can't tell people that your name is Tom or Jerry, unless you have that name, otherwise, the oaths made under that name, the covenants made, the deeds signed, or the curses and blessings given will be judged invalid. Specifically, you can refer to Kerryben, whose original name should be Kelle Peng, which means "tall silver tree" in Elven language, and this name was once used by a noble and powerful king of elves.

- Isn't Kerry dangerous?

- Don't be stupid, the lich said, both Kerriben and Kelle Peng are the pronunciations of lingua franca, and Elven is ...... He uttered a few words that sounded similar to Kerryben, but with more syllables, a stolen tone but graceful and gentle, saying several, but the souls of the other world sounded the same—I had extrapolated it backwards, but I couldn't be sure which one, the former undead said with some disappointment—and even then, very few people had made it this far, and to do that, you had to be smart enough and have an extremely deep understanding of the lingua franca and elvish languages.

- Brother Adel's mentor isn't an elf, is he?The otherworldly soul thought for a moment and said, otherwise you wouldn't be so nervous.

- I wasn't nervous, the lich immediately retorted, just a little ...... Bored.

- What does his variant name have to do with it?Demon?Devil?

- No, the lich said, it's a dragon, and his name is a variation of the dragon's language.

So, the soul of the other world thought that his unwilling companion was really a scholar, he was not only proficient in Elven language but also proficient in dragon language, and he, a scumbag, was still dying in the vast sea of lingua franca for the time being, and he was ashamed while considering what more words he wanted to know, especially dragon language, how did the human vocal cords make the sound of a dragon, when their body size was vastly different?

- So the variant names are pronounced in lingua franca, the lich says, and as long as it's humanoid, they can speak lingua franca, we can discuss this slowly in the future, to wake up the white robe, Fenway is coming,

As soon as Cremar opened the door, Fenway rushed into the room with his dark green robes, his attention was almost entirely on the chest, and the slightly rude gesture could be said to be "grab" rather than "take", and Adel watched unhappily as he checked the locks and seals of the box over and over - and Fenway didn't notice the white robe's emotions at all, and he considered whether he should build a secret and solid bridge between them, as the second son of the Archon of the White Tower had proposed, to prevent this from happening again- Shocked to hear that the priest of Rosada had brought his materials into another mage's room, he forgot everything and jerked Ilda away, though he knew he shouldn't be angry.

Fenway breathed a sigh of relief at the untouched box, but he forgot to close the door and say thank you to Adel as he left, or rather, he didn't say anything to the living things in the room from beginning to end.

"Was he like that before?" asked Cremar.

"Not before," Adair said, "but lately he's getting more and more irritable." He yawned widely, "Can you lend me a blanket?"

"You sleep," Cremar said, "and I'll meditate deeply for the next few hours." ”

"Thanks," said Adair, "may the god of morning light bless you." ”

"May the god of morning light bless you. Cremar responded, not listening to the lich's muttering, such as "Rosada, cheap enough to be worth a blanket...... He walked into the closed room, lit incense, and sat down on a silk blanket with his knees crossed, his mind wandering and clueless at first like the silk spit out by a silver-bellied spider, but he had just learned how to organize them and weave them into a frame.

Adel couldn't stay in Grey Ridge for long, he was just a representative of guests and collaborators, and he had his own affairs and homework in the Sanctuary of Rosada, and he didn't rashly ask Cremar to abandon Grey Ridge and settle in the White Tower, as he did last time, he just observed, and let out his kindness to the fullest.

"If you need spell materials that you can't find here," he assured Cremar the next day as he parted the next day, "You can tell me that my brother is also a mage, and you can exchange the scrolls you copied." ”

"Did Mage Fenway trade the scrolls he copied?"

"Occasionally, partly," Adair said, "but more often than not, Mithril. He blinked his big brown eyes, like a fawn learning from a fox, "The greatest specialty of the Silver Crown Forest is not maple candy. ”

"Oh, I know that," said the lich, smiling, "Adamantite, Mithril, and crisstobalite, they are the brightest jewels on this crown." ”

"I'm leaving, Cremar," Kerry said, "but before that, I want you to see the Silvercrown Forest." ”

They followed the Starlight River all the way north, and the first thing they saw was the fissure maple trees, a few birch trees, and aspen trees, and after a few thousand feet, the maple trees became scarce, beech, chestnut trees, red pine, The oak trees took up most of what they saw, and further on, a strange tree gradually multiplied, and quickly replaced the others, until at last you could only see this huge tree with a clam-white cracked skin, dark gray bast and light gray xylem, almost every one of them was two hundred feet tall, its leaves similar to those of spruce, but not green, but a dark blue-brown that was close to black, with smoky vines or broad-leaved parasites hanging from its branches, and not a single small tree in sight around it, but deep intertwined grasses and low, stout shrubs, berries and bright flowersFrom time to time, a pair and many pairs of eyes and ears would stick out of it to look and listen, some of the rabbits, some of the hedgerats, some of the birds, and Cremar almost stepped on the nest of a black-crowned pheasant, and the big black bird, with a pair of blue circles and a red beak, cooed angrily at him, and the nest was full of eggs.

"Look closely," said the lich, "you are quite fat, do you know what a parent-child meal is?"

The black-crowned pheasant screamed violently.

"That's enough," said Kerribben with a smile, "don't bully it, the black-crowned pheasant is a very vengeful animal, and for years to come, it will chase and peck at you when it sees you." ”

"I'm not bullying it," said the former undead grimly, "I just want to eat it." ”

"You can't while it's still incubating. Carey Ben said.

"I'll wait," said the lich, "and I have a good memory." ”

Kerry shook his head helplessly, and said "child" or something, but the lich pretended not to hear: "Is this the Silver Crown Forest?"

"The edge of the jungle. Carey Ben said.

"How can I be sure if I've crossed the line?" asked the lich, "and keep going until a sharp arrow hits my toe?"

"Not so harsh," said Kerryben mildly, "when you can only see the Silvercrown Tree, you can keep going, within two hundred feet, that's allowed—beyond two hundred feet, you'll be warned, but you can rest assured that the guards' arrows won't hit your toes unless they want to." ”

"Very tolerant. The lich commented.

"You're a good boy, Cremar," he said, "come with me, we can get a little higher to see what I want you to see." ”