The soul of the other world didn't notice the young man in the gray edge and black robe at first, as a gray-robed disciple, he was not qualified to do anything beyond his mentor and the red-robed people. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info and the young man also cautiously kept his eyes down, staring at the ground, he held the black iron that the Grenada longed for, but he was not qualified to speak directly to the upper echelons of Grenada. He had tried, and the result was that before he could cross the desert, he had almost died at the hands of the greedy merchants and thieves - the warriors and merchants who had been loyal to him had died, and in the roaring desert he did not even have the time or ability to hold a funeral for them...... He didn't know how he had survived, the sun had risen and set, set and rising, thirst and hunger tormented him, he thought he would eventually turn into a handful of fine sand in the desert, but after many days he still had the last trace of breath - another caravan of Grenada found him, he was taken away, turned into a slave, sold on the black market he wished to be a part of, and it was his mentor who bought him.

The eccentric grey-robed had been looking for some material to make the Bone Golem, but the northerner slave caught her eye, and her withered body even rippled warmly over him, a sensation she had never felt even before she had become a grey robe—she knew she was ugly, and since she was a child, her thinning hair and high cheekbones had always been the object of teasing and ridicule from girls and boys. She had thought she didn't need it, that she had the gift of a spellcaster, that she had the right to kill the poor mortals - but she was still attracted to him, though she still hadn't thought about keeping the young man alive for too long.

She would put him in a room full of silk gems, like a man raising birds, and give him food and water, and give him false hopes, and he would receive the affection and love he reciprocated, and for days, or months, when her heart had become cold and peaceful again, she might give him a quick death with regret, keeping one of his fingers or one of his eyes.

But something unexpected happened, the female gray-robed mage bought the slave out of her own desires, and she also had the talent of a spellcaster, and she wanted to kill him before he could hurt herself, but in the end she decided to keep him - it was dangerous, but for the first time she couldn't control her actions, and she was completely ...... No, sometimes she was even glad that her mentor had already returned to the Seventy-Seven Islands. She inquired at length about the young slave's past—there never seemed to be anyone in his pedigree who could summon and possess demons or demons—though his talent was more skewed towards a warlock. But who knows, the bloodline of demons and demons can be passed down for hundreds of generations, and if two people who are not different because of their shallow bloodlines fall in love, make a marriage contract, and have offspring, this bloodline will also become thick again in their children's bodies.

She could control him with spells, she could shackle him with potions, she could have the spirits watch over him, and she did so, making her vigilant, happy, and sad that her slave was not irritable with fear, he calmly accepted everything she gave, gently soothed her, obeyed her, and acted as if he was really in love with her- It was absolutely impossible, but no one could make that dead heart stop jumping, she knew that she had made some changes, but it was only a small change, and maybe it would not be long before she would push this human into a hungry demon, but until then, she was willing to enjoy this rare warmth.

The gray-robed disciple waited patiently, even though he knew that Larry's last two guests were so prominent that they might just be a jaw......

"Look up," his master, his mentor, the woman he feared and hated suddenly touched his finger lightly, "you have to remember their faces," she said, but her lips didn't move at all, "The two children of the ruler of Grenada, the Dragonborn, the Warlock, Mitkot and Cremar, of course, are two variant names, but if you ...... If you can one day get out of my tower, they will be your best masters. ”

So he raised his gaze slightly, and the position of the gray robe was second only to the two distinguished guests, to their left, and he could see their faces without much movement- Mittekot, a muscular man who looked more like a warrior than a spellcaster, sat with his hands on a low table, majestic and cold, and opposite him sat the former's younger brother and youngest son of the new king, who had been back to Grenada for less than thirty days, and was said to have been studying and serving in his mentor's mage tower before.

And when he saw the man clearly, the gray-robed disciple involuntarily let out a gasp of surprise, which was so abrupt in the courtyard where only the faint sound of music and the sound of water flowing in the canal could be heard—and we must admit that at this moment, the eyes of the god of fate must have been watching this unfortunate young man, for almost at the same time, there were also cries of surprise, and no one noticed his strangeness except the gray-robed lady who was beside him.

First they heard the sound of flapping their wings, so loud that it seemed to be in your ears, and then they looked at where the sound came from, a flock of "pigeons" that even mortals could not have imagined in their sweetest dreams—they flapped their gray-white wings and fell from the sky, their skin as white as alabaster, their eyes jumping and shining in the firelight, like faceted gems...... There was not a trace of concealment or ornamentation on their bodies, and there was no hair beyond their broad wings, neither hair nor eyebrows, or anything else, which made them look so strange and yet indescribably seductive, and they danced, their wings sometimes folded and sometimes spread out—some of the guests' fingers curled over their knees, as if to pounce on them and tear them apart—in order to take a closer look at the beauty that was always looming.

But it was at this moment that the crisp sound of the drums brought back their sanity, or rather, stripped them of more thoughts—two rows of slender figures stepped out of the darkness with a rhythmic light step, different from the plump "pigeons", they were younger, somewhere between young children and teenagers, with lovely faces, whose sex could only be distinguished by the sharpest of the sharpest slave traders, their ears sticking out of their curly pale hair, their hands and feet with furry paws, and a long tail wagging behind them. Compared with the "pigeons", they had at least a little covering, although to put it harshly, it was only a piece of white linen around their waists, and they held the drum in one hand, but it was not only the other hand but also their tails that were used to beat the drum surface, and those long fluffy tails seemed to have their own life and thoughts, and they fell on the side of the drum at once, and at once on the center of the drum, with great joy and dexterity.

It was a terrifying sight.

Since coming here, the Otherworldly Soul has seen so much of what it can only see in movies and novels on another plane, and it thinks that there may be things that can make it so frightened that it can't move, but there shouldn't be many, but it finds itself dead wrong.

It should be said that every dead house has almost been infatuated with the angel and the cat-eared girl in the two yuans, and nine times out of ten they have also imagined that it would be okay if there was indeed such a cute and devastating existence in reality...... But it's not them, it's not what it sees now!

It can't even fool itself into telling itself that they are one of the orcs, like the orcs described in many novels, because he already knows what the orcs are really like, has fought them, seen the women and children they have abandoned, and, of course, the babies - as ugly as the adult orcs that one cannot raise any pity. And these ...... What it saw was supposed to be the "work" of the red-robed people, who, unlike the merchants, would comment on these flesh-and-blood creations, for example, when they were only twenty paces away, a warlock felt that the wings of the "doves" were so weak that they were a little sticky when they were unfolded and folded.

"But if you want to make the wings stronger," said another warlock, "the muscles of their shoulders and **** are going to be as developed as a warrior, it's too ugly." ”

"Yes, they will not be sent into battle," said the third warlock, "just a small pastime." ”

"What about the kids," the previous warlock apparently didn't want to continue with the controversial question, "I like that tail." ”

"The tail of a leopard. One of the warlocks said, "Very sensitive, the nerves and muscles are well connected, but probably because of the short time, there are a few drum beats that are on the soft side......"

"Because they feel the pain in the relationship. The warlock, who succeeded in changing the subject, said, "They are fortunate to have a merciful master. ”

It's as if the soul of the other world has heard a joke that has never been laughable. The "pigeons" were still dancing, and there was no trace of water on their bodies, but their red faces and watery eyes showed that they were indeed about to exhaustion, and the wings of the birds from which they did not know were two or three times as long as the arms of ordinary people, and more than three feet wide at the widest point, the bones of the birds were hollow, but the weight of the muscles and heavy feathers was still not to be underestimated, especially since they were not waving their original arms, but the deformed limbs that had been cut and transplanted into them through magic and potions...... And the children, though they all had sweet smiles, could still make a trace of unnatural stiffness, not only their tails, but also their paws trembling slightly when they landed on the drum and the ground—the souls of the other world wanted to drink the cruel torture, but then, even in that peaceful and quiet plane, the waiters who displeased the guests at the banquet would be punished, let alone here? In the most evil and dark city of the Red Dragon, they are the creatures of magic, and the purpose of their existence is to delight their hosts and guests, and if not, maybe death can be regarded as a warm ending.

It was the eldest son of the new king who inadvertently helped it.

"Do you want to see them?" said Mittkot, who didn't have many of these creatures in Grenada, after all, if it was just for fun, the warlocks would only take on the task when they were bored, but it did mean that outside of Grenada, even in the Seventy-Seven Islands, you would hardly be able to see such strange gadgets.

The otherworldly soul nodded dryly.

They were hot, painful, and tired, and the two men beside the black-haired spellcaster could still get a little respite, unlike their companions, whose hands were either full of evil desires or cold curiosity, each of which made them scream in pain, but the sound they could produce was always soft and gentle, not the work of a warlock, but the work of man, who trimmed the vocal cords and tongues of slaves like parrots or dogs.

The black-haired caster gently ruffled the hair from the cat's ears, and as he expected, where there should have been a pair of round ears, smooth as if nothing had never grown, and the pointed ears could be folded, erected, and turned slightly.

So cute, but so cruel and disgusting.

- The spirit of the other world wanted to say something, but no one responded to him, and the lich was locked up in a small dark room, and he would never be able to get out for less than ten days.

For the first time, the soul of the other world felt lonely, at a great banquet held for him.

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The gray-robed disciple looked at the black-haired spellcaster faintly, he was wearing a red robe, not a white robe, nor a black robe, but the young man was sure that he was the one he knew.

A cold hand suddenly pressed against his eye, and he was startled, knowing that he had made a mistake that could have been fatal.

"You know him. The gray robe said, not a question, but an affirmation.

"Yes. The young man said.

The Grey Robe couldn't make a decision right away, but the souls of the other world had noticed them. It pointed at the young man almost without thinking, and the grey robe hesitated for a moment before removing his hand.

That face had changed a lot, but no matter how it changed, it still left a strong impression on Cremar, after all, it was accompanied by a plague that killed thousands, but it didn't know if it should say his name.

But the gray-robed disciple had already stood up, and he bowed his knees to Cremar and prostrated himself to the ground, "Greetings to Maren Lorenos, Your Highness. (To be continued.) )