A small note from Kaudore McLagan to Slava via the Spirit of Contract of Camille Sindra:

Hello to the host, Caudore. With the help of Old Lady Grayn, we succeeded in convincing Old Griffin Hart to become our staunch ally.

We signed a secret pact of coordinated defense, and it has to be said that this was a great success for us.

As for the issue of interests, I personally think that the current plan is acceptable: the entire Black Blood Mountain will be delivered to the golden ears of wheat, and of course, they will have to take it down themselves. In return, the golden ears of wheat support us to provide 1,000 people with a month's worth of old food, including wheat, onions and wine. Golden Ears will also send additional troops to harass and raid Tangennes in order to contain its reinforcements.

In addition, there is information about the Guillotine Legion and the Executioner Corps, and Golden Ears will activate several long-dormant spies to spy on the news.

The Griffon Leader will focus on helping to defend the Logging Fortress, ambushing the Misty Forest to cut off enemy forces attacking the Logging Fortress. In addition, their armies will march inland to Tangenness. Old Griffinhardt tried to eat the entire Plains of Blood, and of course, Human Skin Harbor was ours.

However, Piharbour alone won't be enough for us, so I'm asking Jon to take down the bone-buried outpost southwest of Hony-Pit, so we can defend Hoopy Harbour from the bone-post, and the mist trail we've been opening from Timber-Fortress will lead to Hoppi-Harbour - and we can surprise from there, too.

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Slava's reply to Kaudore McLagan:

Well done, Kodore, you're finally willing to let go of the concessions. Let Anthony count the rest of the troops, Jon is very good at storming, and give it to him.

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"Good morning, Advisor Donawan! How was your rest last night? Kyurem met Michael in the hallway, and he greeted him courteously.

"Oh! Not bad! I slept so well! Thank you for the blanket for me, otherwise I would have thought the bed was a bit hard. But sorry, I cast a spell on that bed yesterday, and of course, I just wanted him to soften it a bit. But this morning when I cast a spell to turn it back, it seemed like there was some fluffy little accident. Michael said apologetically.

But Joseph heard this, and immediately his loud voice came from the other end of the corridor: "Oh! Michael, dude! What did you do with that bed? Oh, don't tell me, I'm going to see for myself! ”

"To be honest, Kyurem, I'm a little worried about Joseph's condition... Before Michael could finish his words, he was interrupted by Joseph's loud cry for help: "Oops! Michael! What did you do with that bed! Oh! Sky! It bites my ass! Relent! You stupid bedboard! I'll let you go! Michael! ”

Michael had no choice but to save Joseph. "Michael, you really, it reminds me of being in the Mist Forest three years ago. By the way, why does your green mana always have such problems, did you learn your green mana mana manipulation from Selesnya? As long as it's a plant that has anything to do with your magic, it's going to bite you! Besides, how many years has this wooden bed board been dead! ”

Michael scratched his chin and pretended to be surprised, "Oops! How do you know, Joseph. I learned my green mana mana mana control from a Selesnyan War Sacrifice! As for biting, you see, you should water its legs a little before you get into bed, so that not only will it not bite you, but it will also produce a fruit the next morning! ”

Khairem looked at Michael's explanation with an embarrassed expression and slapped himself in the face. He thought to himself that he would never approach this room in the castle in the future, and who knew what strange things would happen in a wizard's room.

"Kyurem, Joseph, come with me, and we will meet those two guruls." Michael said suddenly.

"Oh, I said, Michael, I just got attacked by a bedboard, and I suggest we have breakfast before going to interrogation?" Joseph looked a little disgruntled—he was still complaining about his ass.

"Joseph, Advisor Donavan must have his own considerations." Kyurem said to Joseph solemnly, and then cast an inquiring look at Michael.

Michael nodded and explained to the two: "Both, in fact, the interrogation is nothing more than to break through the psychological defense of the captive, so in fact, our torture of the prisoner is just to break through the psychological defense of the prisoner, right?" Kyurem? ”

"Yes, Advisor Donawan, you obviously see through the most crucial point." Kyurem nodded.

"Well, it's up to me today. After yesterday's experience, I have come to the conclusion that these two guruls have a high tolerance for pain and death, and that is why the interrogation of Kyurem did not have the desired effect. Michael explained.

"Yes." "Yes, I think so too." The two should be reconciled.

"I'm not going to torture these two people today, but I'll use other methods to break the enemy's psyche, and this is also a war!"

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It was still the dimly lit torture chamber, but, unlike yesterday, Michael ordered the executioners and jailers to remove the torture equipment. "Extinguish all candlesticks and torches." Michael specifically instructed.

Although the jailers and executioners were full of doubts, they could only follow the instructions of the wizard master - the identity of the wizard made them unquestionable, and the wisdom of the wizard was beyond their reach. When the last candlestick was removed, the entire torture chamber was plunged into a churning darkness.

The jailers and executioners were also very uncomfortable, so Michael ordered them to wait outside the door. Kyurem didn't feel anything, but Joseph sat upright - he tried to hide his nervousness with tense muscles all over his body, but his slightly trembling toes were a good expression of his emotions.

Michael ordered the jailer at the door to take the prisoner into the torture chamber, where the two were placed on a bench and locked up with the shackles on their hands and feet.

"Close the door!" Michael ordered. The jailers bowed, and slowly exited the torture chamber. The door slowly closed, disappearing with a halo of light reflected from outside the gate.

The man glanced back at the door of the torture chamber, as if nostalgic for the last candlelight. At the last moment when the door was tightly closed, all the light was cut off instantly. Michael quickly observed that the corner of the woman's eye jumped as the light faded.

Michael drew his wand and fired a flash of light at the ceiling, which then converged into a glowing ball in the air and slowly sank over the table, emitting a fiasco of light, slightly glaring.

The man was a little sluggish, one eye was closed, and the other was squinted; The woman raised her hand and covered her eyes—the light pierced her and made her want to cry.

When Michael finished casting the spell, he put away his wand and began to eat breakfast with Joseph and Kyurem. Breakfast was some onion soup, some hash browns and a small cutlet.

Michael ate with relish and licked his fingers. The man swallowed hard as he watched, and could see the gliding of his Adam's apple.

As for the woman, she first snorted disdainfully, and then turned her face away, as if to avoid the food, and as if to avoid the glowing magic ball of light.