The royal capital of Grenada is unfamiliar to otherworldly spirits, but to the lich, it is more impressive than familiar. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

He and Gülen's people agreed to meet at "Red Belly". Contrary to what many people think, the Red Belly is not a restaurant for a full stomach, but a public bathhouse, not in the royal capital, but between the second and third walls, where a small group of Dragonclaw soldiers are stationed, whose main duty is to serve as the eyes and ears and minions of this chaotic place - yes, there is also a huge bazaar, but this bazaar is not at all comparable to the "black market" in the royal capital. The people who crowded here were all humble or unable to reveal their identity, and here you could see goblins, orcs, gnomes, and sometimes even dwarves—the Grenadas dumped flawed or crippled goods, such as water-soaked silk, porcelain with a small cut, copper and iron mixed with too many impurities, and slaves who had mutilated themselves by accident...... In the "black market", some things are already incredibly cheap, and here they are even more worthless. Merchants who are eligible to appear on the "black market" do not appear here, they are often his minions or subordinates, and the goods in their hands may be just scum falling between the teeth of the behemoth hovering over Grenada, more like a scrap thrown by hand than a reward. Few people seriously thought about how to sell these things for a good price, and they carelessly pulled crumpled fabrics out of their skins, and laid out some dishes in a fairly flat sand, and slaves were the most indifferent of these goods, not only were they mostly thin and dying, and their minds were always in chaos because of drugs or torture, such "things" Even demons would refuse, and such a sticky and barren soul would not be able to squeeze out the magical energy that could be used as a reward, and even ogres or orcs would shake their heads when they saw it, unless a goblin was looking for a few bones to feed the dogs, otherwise they would have no market at all.

But these "things" are always present in the bazaars here, like garbage to be disposed of, and perhaps we should praise the environmental consciousness of the people of the royal capital, who always feel that everything should be used - these ownerless slaves are piled up beside the dusty streets, and when the hot wind of the desert blows them dry, the inhabitants of this place will carry them back for fuel - and the forests of Grenada are as scarce as the conscience of the people of Grenada.

And they were walking on a street where the ground was covered with sand, and the wind that carried the sand showed an unsightly appearance, and the people who came and went wore hoods and wore a robe with a folded ring collar that could be lifted and hung on small hooks on either side of the hood, so that people did not have to clean the dust from their ears and nostrils every few hundred feet, which was closer to the desert, but the walls were much lower, and the wind and sand on the desert could cross the whole street without fear, and some people would even put a veil over their eyes in order to avoid the pesky sand, which of course was a fool's errand, and the veil kept the dust out, which also blocks your view.

A man who looked like a wandering merchant ran into a short fellow head-on, and he grabbed his dagger with great agility, but by this time, a knife had already pierced him in the abdomen, and with a hard blow, he fell, and the attacker grabbed his robe, no, not to help the stupid prey, he was just worried that the robe would be contaminated with blood or destroyed by the blade, and he deliberately chose the slit in the robe when he stabbed the knife.

He placed the merchant in the shadow of the wall, his hands were as swift as a pair of swimming fish, and he took away the wandering merchant's dagger, crossbow, and sleeve arrows, and then the money bag and a pitiful trinket, and the lizard-skinned belt he also smiled, and the robe, which was only slightly stained with a drop of blood, and the ruthless thief seemed to have no distractions, but only a vague shadow swept at the end of his eye, and he jumped up, and hid himself behind the corpse of the wandering merchant.

But the shadow didn't want to pay attention to it in the slightest, and he walked past the thief, who didn't dare to move, until he was sure that the other party was some distance away from here, and then he read the name of the thief god Musk, which was a curse for the thief, but also a comfort to himself - he met a spellcaster, maybe a Warlock from Grenada, he was just a young thief who had just joined the guild, but he could recognize the steps of the caster, whether it was a warlock, a priest, or a mage, They walked in the sand and swamps in their boots as if they were walking slowly on the marble floor of the library in their soft-soled shoes.

Some may confuse this pace with the stealth stride that thieves are used to, but it's quite different when the caster moves his foot, with the back foot landing first, and the thief landing on the front foot first.

The lich knew that the little thief would immediately transmit this tiny piece of information to the guild, of course, in Grenada, there was only one guild of thieves, the "fine web", but he was not worried about showing his tracks, there were not a few spellcasters in this filthy place, they had all kinds of reasons, just like him.

However, Glenn was a little surprised by the fact that he was able to reach his tentacles into Grenada so quickly, and he quickly thought of the rune fragment owned by the thieves - the former undead had deep doubts about how long he could hold it, and maybe if he lost it, Glenn would lose his life.

He could almost confirm this after a moment, he expected to see an unfamiliar face, but no, in the steaming public bathroom, he saw Gülen's face.

Gülen reached out and pushed away the woman who was prostrate on top of him, perhaps a snake-human and human-by-human, for she was covered in small blue-blue scales, and she spat out a foot or so of a forked tongue when she was in high spirits.

"The Warlocks of Grenada have their privileges wherever they are in the royal capital," said Glena, covering the wet linen from the bottom of his nose, "and it seems that this rumor is true." ”

The bathroom was divided into several parts, and where Glenn was, perhaps the relationship he had specifically requested, was just the two of them, but under the double coercion of gold coins and daggers, the manager who still insisted that Glenn had to strip naked to enter the bathroom was like not seeing this guy wrapped in a robe and hood - maybe he really didn't see it, Glenn was a little sorry that he didn't do that, and seriously, even if he used magic, it was still full of rough beauty.

The lich sat down beside him, and only five or six feet away at their feet was a large square bath, no smaller than the one in Cremar's bath, but if you looked closely, you would see in the murky waters the wide black slit embedded in the gray-white rock, which was a testament to the years that the children of countless races had left here, and that it was fertile enough to nourish thousands of acres of wasteland. Neither Glenn nor Cremar had come here to enjoy the pleasures of bathing, Glenn had a rather expensive roll of silk beneath him, and he wore a jeweled ring on his finger, which the lich knew at a glance was a triggering magic ring, his face was no longer so pale, his bones were covered with thick muscles, his thick dark hair hung limply on the sides of his cheeks and behind him under the influence of steam, and he smiled at his former master, contented, frivolous, and perhaps a little arrogant.

"It's not very nice to thieves who aren't members of the 'Fine Web' guild," said the lich, "You're too reckless, Glenn. ”

"Who else but you knows Glenn is here. Glenn said nonchalantly, "And I'm just a little man, Cremar, and if anyone notices me, it's because it's you, King Grenada's favorite son, who has seen me, and do you know how surprised I was when I heard the news? ”

"It's too cold," said the lich, "but I can make it a little hotter." What do you think of having more than a dozen 'fine net' guild members chasing you for a warm-up match?"

Glenn raised his hands in surrender: "Of course I have things that I have to see you in person to say. ”

"Speak. ”

"I need your help. ”

"You ought to go to Leona," said the lich, "and I think you've known about it a long time ago. ”

"I don't want to fight with old boy Birdwin for the princess's attention," Glenn said, "Maybe I was prepared for it at first, but you know, something went wrong. ”

The lich motioned with his eyes for him to continue.

"Berdwin wants my rune shards," Glenn said calmly, in fact, not just his, but also Meme's. There was also a fragment hidden in Meimi's body, which seemed to have been embedded deep in her body when the rune disk shattered, and they had discovered it too late, and now it was almost one with Meimi, and it was impossible to take it out - although its effect was still there, and of course Berdwin's request Glenn would not agree, the problem was that Leona had always had a hard time making a decision on this issue - Glenn could understand that the relationship between Memy and Leona was only slightly better than that of the enemy, and there was no deep friendship between him and Leona.

But in this way, his original expectation of establishing his own guild with the help of Leona's power was invisibly stalled - Baldwin was very adamantly opposed from the beginning, and the side islands of the Dragonfire Islands have so far failed to set up even the scales of Tyre, let alone a lair of thieves and assassins?

"And what are you going to do?"

"I'm back in Sharp Jaws," Gülen said, leaning over the dark-haired spellcaster and pouring a glass of honey, presumably the first bloodless wine they'd had since returned to Grenada, filtered and chilled, "I went to see Drake—well, yes, we're friendly again, and he's willing to introduce me to his mother, the Archduchess of the Azores." ”

"You want to be a knight?"

Gülen laughed, "How," he said, "I am a thief, I was, I am, and I will be, I just want to tell you—though you may already know," he flipped his fingers, not knowing that the silver coins that had jumped out of the folds of silk began to dance again, "I want 'silver fingers.'" ”

"It's really a very promising goal. The lich said, "But I still don't think it has anything to do with me." ”

"I've been here for fifteen days," Gülen said, "fifteen days, alone, I don't get much information, but I can know that you don't have anyone around you who you can trust right now." ”

"Are you saying I can trust you?"

"There's nothing like a tighter chain," Gülen said, "and while I can't enter the royal capital, that doesn't mean I can't serve you - I've got the whole of Sharp Jaws, and of course, maybe in the future it can be even bigger." And my power can tilt to you without limits - you can take any information you need from me, I have thieves and assassins who can solve many minor problems for you, and I am no longer just a mortal ......"

"And what do you want from me?"

"I know you've got the Dragon's Tooth Legion," Gülen said, "The Dragon's Tooth Legion has the highest ratio of warlocks among the three legions. ”

"You want a warlock. ”

"I want the Silver Fingers, and the leader of the Silver Fingers has no less than seven powerful mages, and maybe more, I don't know. ”

"Then you should know that Grenada's Dragonthorn Legion is inextricably linked to the 'Thin Web' guild," the lich said, "How do you think that Grenada's Warlocks would be willing to serve you?"

"Not for me, but for you," Glenn said, "I only want to get the power of the Silver Finger, not the name of the Silver Finger, and I know that the Fine Web is trying to wrest its share from the territory of the Silver Finger and Darkthorn guilds, but the process is not going well, their soldiers and mages cannot subdue the god of thieves, Musk, they are not favored by this god, but I can, I can give you the chip with the greatest face value." ”

"We cooperate with each other," Gülen continued, "and the Silver Finger is gone, you have the trust and favor, and I have my union, and what happens after that has nothing to do with you." (To be continued.) )