Explain, don't worry, it doesn't count as a word count - the relationship between Reyette and Ostar's disciple in the previous chapter has changed a bit, from brother and sister to brother and sister, which seems to be more interesting.

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"What's wrong?" asked Kerryben, "Don't you remember Cremar?"

The otter is not human, and even if it dresses more differently and its face changes, it can distinguish the identity of a person from the smell - and the otter has always had a very good memory, otherwise it would not have been able to keep the same stone for that long, you know, even if it has a stone under its armpit, sometimes the stone will still fall into the water or into a pile of rubble, and then it will have to find the stone by itself. It also has the innate alertness and unspeakable sixth sense of an animal, just like when the black-haired spellcaster was still in the Gray Ridge, even Kerriben and Perrant failed to detect his greatest secret, but the otter could, but its senses were also very vague, and it could not be said that it had discovered that there were in fact two souls in the human body, otherwise it would have been Perrante who would have noticed it first - the otter felt that humans had always been fickle animals, which was not abnormal in its opinion, although it did prefer to be close to the other.

The former immortal also saw the otter, and he walked over to the animal, which might be smarter than humans, lowered one knee, and lowered his head until his black eyes could reflect the otter's black eyes: "Are you here to find dried fish?" He pointedly said that, by the nature of the Lich, he certainly wouldn't bother with an otter unless he needed to complete and experiment with a new spell or potion, but his cohabitants liked it, and after being forced to acquiesce, the Lich found it to be an excellent disguise - not just elves, but even humans would think of it. Someone who is liked by sensitive critters isn't a bad person, the lich scoffs at that, but he's certainly not the kind of fool who will throw away the benefits at will, so he doesn't mind talking to an otter right now, anyway, it's much more enjoyable than talking to some idiot.

"Come back tomorrow. The lich said, "Tomorrow I'll bake you a little dried fish,"

The otter rubbed his face with his paws, it seems that he will not be able to dry the fish today, but he can come back tomorrow to find the guy who is easier to bully, and he can also let him see his second son.

What Whiteface didn't expect was that it didn't find the guy the next day, and not a few days later.

"The king wants to see you. ”

The lich observed the strange elf, and it was the first time he had seen such an unsmiling elf with a grim expression. There was even a part of him that reminded the former undead of his father, but the kind of boredom and hatred that his father hid in the depths of his eyes could not be found in this elf.

"What about Perrant and Careyburn?"

"You will see them," said the elf, "I am the chief of guard of the Lord of the Jungle, and you may call me Birling." ”

"Now?"

"There's still some time. Berlin said, taking a large tray from the guard behind him, containing food, water, and a stack of laundry, "You can take a break." ”

"Do I need anything to prepare?" asked the lich, Kerry had said. Perrant has also served as the chief guard of the King of the Jungle, and the intrigues of humans are rarely seen in the Silvercrown Forest. How, then, did Perrant step down from his position? In any case, it was an honour to be able to guard and serve his king—for otters were white-faced, and there were not many opportunities for the lich to meet Perante, and there seemed to be nothing in Perante that would prevent him from fulfilling his duties—but it was surmised from Kerryburn's words that Perrant had resigned after the catastrophe, and there was a good possibility. It was that he had made a terrible mistake, and although it was not widely known, he could no longer be the most trusted of the King of the Jungle.

Berlin was about the same height as Perrant, but his shoulders were an inch and a half wider (the Lich's eyes could be used as vernier calipers) and his chest was much wider. In this respect he is somewhat inclined towards strong humans, and his hair is a sandy blonde that is similar to brown in the dark, that is, gray-brown blonde, simply tied behind his head, revealing long pointed ears and a broad forehead, and his eyes are narrower than those of other elves, blue-green, with gold and brown dots.

When the lich was watching him, he was watching the lich, and unlike the other elves, his eyes did not even look at a cub with the slightest warmth or softness - if I had to describe it, the lich felt that the crocodiles that roamed in the depths of the swamp still had some resemblance to him.

"No," said Berlin, his tone still quite soft, "you don't need anything to prepare," he said, "eat something, wash yourself, get some sleep, and I'll be back to you tomorrow morning." His lips moved slightly, but he didn't make a sound, but the lich guessed that maybe he was trying to say not to leave his room, but in the end Berlin just nodded slightly, "Don't panic, the stars will shine on you, child." ”

"Good night. Said the lich.

Birling had brought very little food, not intentionally harsh, but it was late at night, and he might feel hungry if he didn't eat anything, but if he ate too much, he still couldn't sleep—the silver tray contained only two palm-sized leavened dough cakes, poured linden sugar, a pot of light wine, and a pinch of wild boar floss, and the lich was in no hurry to eat them. He was not the other man, but examined the stack of clothes, and he found that they were the same ones that the elves often wore in the jungle, a shirt woven of white-bellied spider silk, a silver knee-length robe, a dark brown cloak, and a moonstone collar pin. The former undead preferred to meet with the king of the silver-crowned jungle on the third day, but unfortunately this was not something he could decide, but half of Berlin's suggestion was correct, although they didn't have much need for food, but at least he could rest, since the person who had to face the king of the elves tomorrow was another soul, then he had to be awake and mention a thing or two, tomorrow's meeting might decide a lot of things.

The next day, he was greeted by the morning light of nature another soul, who had eaten yesterday's supper, the dough was already cold, and the linden sugar had become extraordinarily sticky. But he was in a better mood when he got back to Greyridge - he hadn't been in Greyridge for long, but to the souls of the other world, Greyridge was like his home in this plane - and he was a little nervous when he met Birling, after all, he was just an ordinary person, uh. On another plane, he's just an ordinary person.

The lich did not fall asleep, as he said, in the rare way that he did not use his spare time to copy scrolls or do anything more beneficial than sleep while he was in control of this body, but after a cycle of meditation, he gave the rest of the time to the soft, clean bed, from which he thought he would fall into a nightmare from which he could not break free, as he had when he was still alive, but miraculously. There were no nightmares, no sweet dreams, he ushered in a darkness more tranquil and luscious than death - and in the end he was awakened by the restless spirit of the otherworld, the former immortal admonishing himself to remember to check his body and soul after the meeting, of course, he hoped it was just an occasional mistake, and not some change or manipulation that he would never want to see.

"Am I the first half-elf to enter the Silvercrown Forest?" asked the otherworldly soul curiously.

"No," said Berlin. "For a thousand years, you are the twelfth. ”

"Why do you say a thousand years?" the otherworldly soul keenly grasped the word.

"Because the Silver Crown Jungle's approach to the Half-Elves was the same as the Emerald Forest Island more than a thousand years ago. Berlin glanced at the half-elves behind him. The Silvercrown Forest is neither a city nor a village, there are no fixed roads, only the large animals that tread dark paths when they forage for food or go to the stream to drink, but these paths tend to disappear with their death or other reasons - the road to the royal court of the jungle has never existed, and it towers into the clouds. In the dense rain-like Silver Crest Forest, you can hardly find any traces of nature other than different shades of blue, and the lich observes the surroundings, his mentor is a half-lich, and the half-lich tower contains a collection of books no less than that of the human royal court. He'd seen a description of the Elven Court— The Silver Crown community descends from the highest place of the Dragon's Back Mountains, from sparse to dense, stretching for thousands of miles, hundreds of miles wide, and the royal court of the Singh elves is hidden in it, once a giant dragon tried to peek into its location through spells, but was shot in the left eye by the magic arrow of the king of the jungle, Ingway, the wound could not be healed, even if it dug out nearly half of its head, the power contained in the sharp arrow that flashed white light still firmly and steadily gradually devoured its flesh and blood, it wailed for three whole years, and finally died in the mouth of another dragon- The undead half-lich mentor also tried, only to have to find a soul gem all over again, which made him babble and complain for a long time, even though he was no more than a ...... Well, that reason that we all know.

As the orcs' most formidable mortal enemies, the orcs don't mind exchanging a quarter or a third of the Wuthering Plains for the exact location of the royal court, and the half-lich mentor once muttered to their great, powerful, huge, and thick beast god Kawuha, why didn't he do it himself, but he also guessed a little- The royal court of the Silver Crown Jungle may be favored and cared for by Angelis, the god of life believed by the elves, of course, Kawu can break the glory of Angelis to find out the location of the Silver Crown Jungle Royal Court, but then it can be said that the face is completely torn, and the divine war is inevitable, the last catastrophe has only passed a thousand years, and the gods involved in it should still remember it vividly- The gods who died in that catastrophe were like dominoes that had been toppled, and there were even humans who replaced them as new gods, and without enough temptation, it is expected that no god would be willing to be the first to provoke a divine war.

- He said that a thousand years ago, the Silver Crown Jungle and the Emerald Forest Island were the same? The soul of the other world asked in a low voice, although it knew that others could not hear the conversation in the sea of knowledge, but this was completely subconscious.

- Regarding the attitude of the half-elves, the lich explained that the elves were not always like this, and that before the Holocaust they had rarely even appeared in front of humans, but at that time, it was not at all for them to decide whether or not to leave their forest, and that, at that time, the power of the elves was completely incomparable to that of now-in short, that is, at that time, there were many half-elves, but they ...... Even when you reach adulthood, the ending is often unsatisfactory...... Then, at the end of the Holocaust, the King of the Jungle cut the Grey Ridge out of the Silvercrown Forest, allowing humans and humanoids of elven blood to live there—something no one expected.

-- Quite a merciful decision. Said the soul of the other world.

-- Not all. The lich said, and then changed the subject before the otherworldly soul asked, promising me not to give it away until I got anything.

- The soul of the other world thought for a while, I think this is not easy, he said, we are about to face an existence whose life span is almost beyond the entire civilization, he is still a king, the soul of the other world clapped his hands, think about it, in my plane, he was born when the cave man was still knocking stones to make fire, and then when our spaceship was about to rush out of the solar system, he was in his prime, I don't think I can hide anything in front of him...... Wait, you're saying there's a good chance he'll know who we are!

The milky soul twisted, and it made a loud cry - we were going to be hunted down by the whole plane.

......

- I don't think so, said the lich.

The senile god of God has no temple, no believers, no priests, but his power is still beyond that of every god, or the sum of their parts, and the number of times he appears can be counted even on the fingers of a goblin, but each appearance shakes the entire plane, and the lich doesn't think that their current situation is a coincidence, or only blame the stupid Tyre, everyone knows that Tyre is just a little hammer in the palm of the hand of the god of God- Now that he's done that, he's not going to let such a tool go to waste.

But he wouldn't have clarified this point with an outsider from another plane, for he had already thought that since this was not a coincidence, how did this outsider's soul come to the Sea of Chaos? when he was only a mortal in the first place? and, before entering his body, it could be said that it was intact except for his memories? Who brought it here, and who protected it?

He knew it when he was in the Castle of Cape and that it loved its plane, even if it was just a humble ordinary person in its plane, with a short life, a stark class, and a great difference...... Its plane is not pretty, it can even be said to be very bad, but this does not affect the poor outsider's yearning and longing for it.

The former undead really don't need more changes. (To be continued.) )

PS: I see a bug, the problem is that this change has to be applied to the editor, I have to go out these days, and I will revise it when I come back.