Amos, more accurately, his father, apparently was so impatient and attentive to the matter that he didn't even give the black-haired spellcaster time to prepare and raise his hands - he sent his son, his ship, and his warlock. The Warlock was the one they had met when they met the Lord of the Eastern Crown, and like she had left the deepest impression on them, she still had a suffocating charm, especially since there was something about her that no mortal woman could match—she was not only a beautiful young woman, but also a powerful warlock.

The soul of the other world always felt an indescribable familiarity in her, a feeling he had encountered with his enemies before, no, no, no, not the vague and vicious pressure, but something else-his gaze lingered on the female warlock's waist-length red hair, which was not the hair color that dominated the plane, but so far, they had seen three women with red hair in a row- Unlike Leona, whose reddish-brown color was like polished copper wire, the red hair of the two female sorcerers seemed to be soaked in blood and flames. Although the female warlocks who appeared with Drake on the side islands did not have the same pure and dazzling hair color as this lady—the former's hair was darker and grayer, while the Warlocks of the Eastern Crown Lord had much brighter and more vivid hair, and even the elf Kerry could not help but show a hint of appreciation as they brushed her round hips like rolling waves.

Perhaps because she had left the main island, or perhaps because she had only appeared as a warlock today, she had chosen a crimson warlock robe instead of a silky silk robe, which was slightly different from the mage's robe, with shorter sleeves and hems, sleeves that reached above the wrist (unlike the mage robes, the sleeves hung down to cover her hands), and the hem was similar to the white robe that Tyr had given to Cremar. In other words, it is possible to wear knee-length boots without feeling out of place, and there are plackets on the front and back - because the warlocks are better at solving all kinds of difficulties than mages with their own brute strength, so the warlock robes are better than the mage robes in terms of not affecting the body's movements.

She wears a lizardskin belt inlaid with mythril, and a delicate dimensional bag hangs from the belt. It was very small—if it was just an ordinary velvet cloth bag, the kind that could only hold an egg, the surface of the bag was depicted with dragon script, the scroll and potion belts pressed against the plump thighs were heavy, and a pure gold dagger was stuck in the back of the waist, and Mei Mi's eyes could barely be removed from her wrists and neck, and if it were not for the rune seals containing magic, the gems as large as pigeon's eggs could be said to be a coveted treasure - And the warlock's gaze almost met her in the next moment, if it weren't for the thief stepping forward in time. Forcing Flo's priest to move, the invisible blade might gouge out her eyes.

Memi's heart pounded, and she knew that the thief had saved her again.

The female warlock smiled sweetly, and of course, to Cremar, she could say that she looked at the young mage with interest, they had met once before in the temple of the Eastern Crown Lord, but that meeting was too brief. It was so short that she didn't get much useful information. Then, on a moonlit night. She sensed that another man with dragon blood was invading her realm, and to her displeasure, she gave up her sleep and went out into the courtyard, casting a spell that peered into the distance with the help of the water from the silver platter the statue was holding, and she saw the battle between them—and recognized her people. Ryette of the White Tower, it seems that that small city can no longer satisfy this shallow-blooded fool, but her claws are stretched too long, especially in the plate of a dragon vein warlock with a deeper bloodline than her. She dropped a spell through the water pan, and there was nothing worth seeing about it. She couldn't pose much of a threat, but it had an immediate effect on those of her weaker kindred, so she immediately fled with her new lover.

And this -- a disciple of Beavis, a ...... Mage, she thought, the Lord of the Eastern Crown had assured her that his possession, body, and abundant bounty belonged to her, and that the Lord would take back the flanks and not ask anything else - for which she had carefully observed the elven mage in that battle, and to her deep regret that the black-haired spellcaster was not one of the fledgling "chicks", he was calm, calm, precise, and precise in casting spells, able to endure or ignore pain. Last but not least, when Warlocks were apprentices, their mentors would torture and disturb them in a variety of ways as they practiced casting gestures and chanting spells, and each Warlock Apprentice had to be able to dance his tongue and fingers exactly when his arm was burned by a candle, his eyes pierced by a silver needle, and his sensitive area was gnawed by poisonous ants, before he was allowed to learn systematic spells.

On the other hand, she felt that the little dark-haired guy would be more suitable to be a warlock than a mage, but it was a pity that he was not born in Grenada, otherwise the newcomer who would have made her wary might have to add a name. Or it's possible that he'll be killed by his companion before the first spell is cast, or be eliminated for some reason (sometimes just by fate, such as just running into a mentor who is not in a good mood), or be unfortunate enough to be chosen as a sacrifice and test subject, and sometimes the mentor in the mage tower won't be too picky and catch that is the one - unless he has the Mentor's symbol engraved on his body or soul to indicate that he already belongs to someone.

Of course, in the final moments, she will cast spells to avoid any undue mistakes. It is said that he once followed his mad mentor all over the plane in search of a lich who had killed his mentor's wife and children, and they even chased him into the Seventy-Seven Islands, a place that even dragons were reluctant to set foot in, and where his mentor was able to die with his enemies - she had never met Beavis, but she was able to get information about Beavis, and although it was basically before he entered the Seventy-Seven Islands, it was also possible to compare Beavis's proper rank - Beavis was a powerful mage, but he wasn't strong enough to fight a lich, so did he realize that? What's more, what would he do if he did? Beavis was the son of the Dragonfire Islands, and his heart was not as merciful as he looked. His violence was hidden under his love, and there was no one left to soothe and suppress him—he might do evil things that would make the hypocrites tremble.

She could imagine how crazy he was, and could he be so mad as to sacrifice his disciples? It's entirely possible that the devil always favored pure-hearted children, and betrayal and despair.

Cremar probably didn't know about it. However, she could always detect a peculiar sense of disobedience in his actions - for a mage who had only been away from his mentor (or forced to leave halfway) for only two or three years, his growth rate was too fast, and it was a little puzzling - not that the disciple could not surpass the master, but at least in that short time...... It's almost impossible, the caster's magic grows slowly over time, this is the rule of the magic galaxy, unshakable, otherwise the Warlocks of Grenada would have built their army of casters long ago.

It is also possible that Kremar is the son of a god who has more than one descendant scattered across the plane. Descendants kill each other, and the victor can draw strength from the body and soul of the loser to grow rapidly, but if so, the elves around the mage will not go unnoticed.

- It seems that our cutie has a lot of secrets that cannot be revealed, the red-robed female warlock said to herself, but this is not a complaint, on the contrary, she is eager to try. No one knows better than she that there is a huge profit hidden behind every secret.

She could feel her blood boiling. The warlock was eager to get to know the young black-haired mage deeply. From his body to his soul - she was so desperate that even her heart twisted and ached, but she wasn't the lord of the Eastern Crown, and even if she did have his orders, she had to back down when Cremar suggested that time was needed to arrange the internal affairs of the flank. Postpone your departure until after sunset.

"It might be a bit wrong to sail at night," she said, "but the side islands are so close to the main island of the Eastern Crown, I don't think we need to worry too much." ”

Cremar only nodded to her, where he was the master of the flank island, and the Warlock was nothing more than a spellcaster hired by his lord. They are not equal in status, although in fact they are in opposite situations.

"Kerryben," said the black-haired spellcaster, "can you stay on the side island?"

Kerry hesitated visibly, he understood what Cremar meant, he was special, and the situation they were facing now was different from before, and it was what Birdwin had reminded him - he couldn't keep looking at Cremar like a mother chicken looked at a chick, it wouldn't be a good thing for him or for Kerry.

"Take Goshura. Carey Ben said.

Cremar nodded, "And you," he turned to Baldwin, "Baldwin, your knights and soldiers need you, and if anything, we're forced to face a situation we don't want to face......"

"I will command them. Berdwin said that his arm was no longer swollen and painful, but he knew that he would only be a burden for the time being: "Three thousand soldiers, in a blink of an eye, can become a threat - to the main island. ”

"I feel a little bit like the Lord of the East Crown now," Glenn said mockingly, "he must have been sleep-deprived of a lot lately - me and Cremar...... Adults go together. ”

"And me," Adair said, "and they know that I am a priest who has been banished by the gods, and must be glad that I have this spot," he said, winking at Cremar. "Then there's another one. Mei Mi said.

"Of course it won't be you. Leona said bluntly, although Mei Mi didn't want to go to such a dangerous place, but she still blushed for this sentence: "It's not me," Leona said, her martial arts still have room to improve, and another reason is the same as Kerryben, Kerry is the only heir to the King of the Silver Crown Jungle, and she is the princess of the Norman Highlands, even though she has used this status in exchange for a pardon for Baldwin, but more people look at blood than a surname.

"So......" Adel shifted his gaze to the knight in the corner of the room, who had always been silent, "Xiu?"

"Xiu?" asked Berdwin, surprised.

"I'm willing," said Xiu, "I'll go to the main island with Lord Kremard," a slight smile came to his emaciated face, "of course, I hope we can come back together too." ”

"We will be back. Adel said happily, "I still have my beet patch to take care of, and a few rabbits I have." ”

"Are you sure those rabbits won't nibble on your beets?" said Xiu, "You should give them an iron cage." ”

"I will when I get back. Adair said.

The atmosphere in the room suddenly became much lighter, although they were still worried about what happened afterward, but after all, it was a little lighter, Leona gently stroked Berdwin's shoulder, and his mood suddenly decreased since he opened his mouth, and others may not be aware of it, but Leona, who has been watching her lover, will not be unaware.

Baldwin stretched out his left hand and took the princess's hand, and from the hand, which was no longer as soft as a cloud, came the heat and strength that reassured him.

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"What's the matter with Baldwin?" asked Meemy, "his face is not very good-looking. ”

Glenn glanced behind him, they were far away from the room, but he knew that there was an elf and a half-elf inside, and he thought for a moment that what he said might be extremely interesting for them to hear: "Oh, Memi, I don't know what to say," he said, pretending to be annoyed, "You're asking about your current lover, but it's closely related to your former lover." ”

"So what? Glenn, it's not the first time you've known I'm Flo's priest, don't pretend, no one knows better than you about what happened between me and Berdwin. ”

"Well, to put it simply, he's jealous. ”

"Jealous of whom?

"Because you, no, Memi, to tell you the truth, you don't matter, it's Adel he's jealous of. ”

Mei Mi curled her lips, "Because he can go with Cremar?"

She didn't think that the relationship between Baldwin and Cremar, though close, was not close to that point.

"It's because of the knight Xiu. Glenn said, "Because Xiu was originally a subordinate of Birdwin, but now it seems that he is more inclined to follow Adair's instructions, but this is normal, when the soldiers and knights of Thundercastle, including their families, were still struggling to survive in Dorling, and it was Adair who guided them at that time, and their submission to him was completely expected."

"But Adel ......"

"Dear Meimi. In this world, it's not like giving in to make everything work out. (To be continued.) )