As the Templar spoke, several figures flashed on the top of the surrounding dunes. Seeing this, Fatuma immediately fired an arrow that flew straight into Timo's chest. The latter did not dodge or dodge, and watched as the arrow passed through the shell plate armor and sank into his chest.

Teemo looked at the slightly trembling arrow feathers on his chest with a martyr's look, and smiled slightly. At the same time, the lizard mount man under his crotch stood up and roared. The Templar fell off his horse, slammed into the sand, shook a few times, and vanished.

That's just a simulacrum. The Psychic Warlock could see that this was not Timo's body, but a magically created clone. But if the Templars dared to face me, why didn't they resist and take an arrow?

Seeing their master fall, the black shadows that leaped out of the four sand dunes didn't seem to have any intention of fighting, and they immediately chose to flee after Timo disappeared. Seeing that those men were also wearing Tyre's burqa, Muhadi hesitated for a moment, but finally did not attack. After a while, there was a slight tremor on the ground, and the men mounted their horses and ran away.

"Cowards are afraid of us, Muhadi. The elf said, putting the bow on her back again. "But we were left with a good lizard. ”

The Psychic Warlock shook his head slowly. "Those people are not cowards, and I don't feel a trace of fear in their hearts. They had retreated in a premeditated way, and they had no intention of fighting. ”

"Then they're a bunch of well-hidden cowards. The elf shrugged and said disappreciatively. "Why run away? I wish there were more of them, and we'd have untold Megilot lizards. ”

The Psychic Warlock was silent for a moment, then said. "Soon we'll find out that this is close to Tyre, maybe they'll bring more people back. ”

"Maybe they'll all run back and suck that King Tessian's dick. The elf snapped at it. "Cowards are the best at this, and a lot of people are just sending loot. ”

That Teemo's lizard is now an elven trophy, and while it's not suitable for firing arrows on it, it's still good to use it for carrying things.

Fatuma carried all his luggage to the lizard's back, and the megilot lizard was so stupid that when its owner died, he unconditionally obeyed the orders of its new master. As Muhadi and the elf were carrying things, it stuck out its tongue and stretched its long neck to sniff at them.

The Psimancer raised his guard for the rest of the way, but did not encounter any more Templars except for a few caravans with camels.

As Fatoumah rode the bike, he didn't talk to Muhadi, not paying any attention to the Templars' troubles. In the afternoon she was a little tired, so she fell asleep on her horse.

As the crimson sun was about to sink into the desert, the tall walls of Tyr finally came into view. Bands of merchants stretched out of Palesan, waiting in line to enter the city. The surrounding desert is dotted with large vitrified craters, which are remnants of the battle of Tyre.

Not all of the dead of the Battle of Tyre have been properly buried, and the bones of many soldiers belonging to the Witch King's coalition can still be found in the desert outside of Tyre. The scavengers now call the area the Garden of Bones, and they are active in the area, looking for lost metal weapons or other valuable gadgets from beneath the sand.

"Wake up. Muhadi gently touched Fatoumah's arm, "Here we are." ”

Once again, the caravan of the merchants who followed them passed through the tall and heavy gates of Tyre, and the psychic sorcerer couldn't help but feel a little emotion in his heart, when he first came to Tyre a few months ago, he was still an unemancipated slave. Looking back now, it seems like a lifetime ago.

"Urban ...... It's huge!" Rows of stone buildings were lined up one after the other, and the glow of the dark red sun jumped from one golden onion top to another. Black smoke rises from 10,000 chimneys, and this is the city of 500,000 inhabitants of more than a dozen races - Tyre. Fatuma stared around in admiration as she widened her eyes. "I've never seen so many people come together. ”

"I've never seen so many strange races. She added, just as a caravan with a half-giant guard passed by.

"Great return," Muhadi said. "But danger lurks, be careful, I have a bad premonition. ”

"You always have a premonition of something bad. ”

"Unfortunately, my hunches keep coming true. ”

Not long after the two of them stepped into the city of Tyre, they were surrounded by a group of guards with stern expressions and athletic skills. The men were well-armed, armed with steel-armed crossbows and fiery oil cans, and wore chain mail with the coat of arms of King Tysien on their bodice. There were also four Salafiste Guardian Mages who followed the soldiers as support. On the rooftops of the houses on both sides of the street, there are also shadowy figures.

Muhadi and Fatoumah saw the pomp and circumstance, and their horses stopped in the middle of the street.

The merchants who were paying their taxes at the gate saw the commotion and stopped to watch with interest. The fat foreigner twisted his beard and smiled, with a look of fear that the world would not be chaotic.

Fatuma glanced disdainfully at the guards who surrounded her, her lips curled upwards and she said with a sarcastic smile. "Is this the etiquette of the kneeling people to greet their guests?"

"Guests will be treated as if they were guests. "One of the men was a hooded officer, his face hidden in the shadows, but the voice was extremely familiar. "The enemy is worthy only of the sword. ”

"Tell me who the enemy is?" Mouhati asked in a loud voice.

"You and your companion," said the officer, lifting his hood, and sure enough, Timo's harsh and sneering face flashed with inexplicable excitement in his eyes, and a vicious mockery and cruel smile in his tone. "With the powers conferred on me by the Consul Council and the King of Ctesian, you are charged with treason, robbery, murder, military discipline, and cruelty in shooting an arrow into my chest. ”

"Bring me my lizard!" ordered the Templar, as Muhadi and Fatuma half-sheathed their scimitars and menacingly at the soldiers who were about to do so.

The Psychic Warlock scanned the surroundings and saw that behind the crowd of onlookers, two members of the Ruling Council had also appeared on the scene. Many people were attracted by the quarrel here, and the men leaned against the mud wall, their hands crossed over their chests to watch the excitement.

"Catch that elf and that elven rider, damn the humanoids!" someone shouted. Someone else whispered. "I know him, he is the messenger of the first cause, mortal, you cannot take him. "He is the one appointed by the Great Lord. and "Death to the Templars, Tyre belongs to the gladiators." ”

It seems that when he was away, White Flash and Gash did well, and now there are many believers on display among the civilians, and the psychic thought of finding a good reward for them.

"You confronted me once in the desert, and then you ran away. Sue me, what kind of trick is this, and you want to eat another arrow?" Muhadi raised a hand to stop Fatuma from rushing up and beating the kneeling man, questioning the former Templar.

"Your attack on me in the desert has been recorded by my men with magic crystals. Timoone declared. "They have now been submitted to the Council for evaluation, along with your other incriminating evidence. ”

"You can choose to resist to the end," said a noble man, one of the members of the Ruling Council, with a robe patterned with flowers. Or to plead their case before the ruling council. ”

"My other incriminating evidence?" Muhati laughed as his horse sensed his master's mood and snorted at the councillor. "Where did you find this?"

"'If no one knows, he must not do it. Teemo said with a sneer. "You colluded with King Ram, the evidence is ironclad, do you still want to deny it?"

I colluded with the Lam Witch King? Muhati thought it was ridiculous. "I'm afraid that Ram's witch king is the last person I will collude with in this world, and whatever perjury you or Tessian concoct, I will expose it before the ruling council. It doesn't matter if he's a king or not. ”

"Muhadi colluding with the Witch King?" Fatuma stared at Teemo with almond-yellow eyes, like a hunter looking at his prey. "He's a prophesied mortal, you idiot. You don't want to touch him. ”

"Shut up, elf slut. A soldier behind Timo said. "We're going to touch him not only but you. "He put the word touch particularly lewdly.

"This elf. Muhadi pointed to Fatumah and explained solemnly. "She's the chief of the Scorpion tribe, and you can't arrest her. Fatuma, take off your veil and show them!"

When the girl heard this, she took off the veil she had worn when she traveled in the desert, revealing her beautiful face. "Touch me? She said dismissively to the soldier.

Seeing that she really seemed to be the chief of the legendary Scorpion tribe, Timo's eyes suddenly became very ugly, and Muhati could almost see that his mind was making a choice, what to do, whether to let the elf go or not?

Obviously, this was completely unexpected, and the Templars thought that Fatuma was just an ordinary elven warrior. His face suddenly sank, he gritted his teeth, and then said. "Okay, she can go, you have to come with us. ”

"I won't go alone. Fatu Mai took a step forward and said firmly. "If you want to capture him, you must first pass me. ”

"Don't push people too hard, Elf!" Timo threatened. "The sword has no eyes, and if I hurt you in the melee, no one will hold me responsible!"

The elf didn't answer, and made a rude gesture. The onlookers burst into laughter.

"It doesn't have to be that way. You go to the Elven Bazaar and find a shop called Crystal Spider. Seeing that the atmosphere had become tense, the telemancer measured the strength of both sides. A dozen guards is nothing, and with the addition of the high-ranking Templar Timo is tricky. If you count those few Salafist mages, as well as the reinforcements that may appear at any time, the two of them do not have the upper hand...... Muhadi turned his head sideways and lowered his voice to the girl. "You can find someone there who can help me. ”

"You really ......" the girl was just about to speak, but Muhadi interrupted her. "Trust me, it's best to do that. ”

Fatumah looked into Muhadi's eyes and nodded, then she turned to Teemo and said fiercely. "The next time I see you, I'll kill you. After saying that, she left without looking back. The surrounding soldiers hurriedly dispersed to reveal a gap, and one soldier slowed down and was knocked to the ground.

Muhadi saw the girl go before he said to Timo. "Now, can you take me to the Governing Council?"

He didn't get his way.

"Do it!" shouted the Templar. Teemo's soldiers swarmed up to pull Muhadi off his horse. The psychic warlock unleashed his psionic powers, injecting ten times the pain of ordinary people into the hearts of those soldiers, causing them to fall into one piece. Then the High Templar Timo and the four Guardian Mages immediately started at the same time, and a fight broke out in the streets.

The former Templar King Theysien is said to be able to perform the eighth layer of arcane arts, making him an extremely powerful blasphemer mage. Although this Teemo is not a seat, it seems that he also has considerable strength in spells, and the level of those four guardian mages is slightly lower, but it is not weak.

Those who watched the excitement suffered, whether it was psionic energy or magic, it was not something they could bear. The crowd panicked and ran in all directions. The merchants barely controlled their frightened mounts and avoided them into the distance. A merchant's camel was frightened and tumbled to the ground, and all the earthenware in the basket behind it fell to the ground.

In the lattice windows of the houses on both sides of the street, many pairs of eyes are looking.

Psionic energy against magic, or one against five, Muhati has already suffered. Fortunately, the revolutionary government was opposed to the unbridled extraction of life force, and the spells of Timo and the four mages were not advanced, otherwise the psychic warlocks might not be able to support it at once.

Poison spell, the removal of resistance takes effect one after another. Muhadi struggled with all his might to barely block wave after wave of vicious attacks. Just as he was feeling exhausted, a steely voice sounded behind him. The Psychic Warlock only felt the hairs on the back of his neck tingle.

"Why Timo, can't you even do this little thing?" said King Tessian of Tyr cast a spell to teleport to the scene of the riot. "Do I have to do it myself?"

"Sleep!" Muhadi heard a powerful word, the power of magic condensed in his voice.

The power of the arcane came unstoppably, and the psychic warlock lost consciousness.

When he regained consciousness, al-Muhadi was now in a cell and his scimitar and silver blade had been stolen.

Tessian was strong, but he wasn't defenseless. The Psychic Warlock gave his Crystal a last-minute instruction to his Scarlet before the King cast his spell, telling him to awaken him in times of danger.

The Spirit Crystal Servant didn't react, which was a good sign, at least it meant that he wasn't in danger at the moment.

The doors of this dungeon are very thick, but it is not the heavy wooden doors or solid stone walls that can really keep the psychic sorcerer, but the invisible magical energy in this dungeon. It prevents people from teleporting or voiding, and prevents any form of destruction of cells.

No one brought him food, and there was no toilet or a night pot or anything like that in this room. There was only a thin blanket on the floor, and there were holes in it that had been eaten by insects. The only source of light in the entire room was a few rays of light from the iron bars of the thick doors.

The dungeon was quiet, and Muhadi didn't think there were any other prisoners there, but he could hear the sound of weapons being sharpened outside the door. That's supposed to be the caretaker here.

The psychic mancer concentrates his mind and tries to read the mind with psionic energy. But as soon as his power touched the wall, it rolled back, which made him suffer a dark loss. It seems that the designers of the prison have imprisoned psionics.

Muhadi concentrated again and then stormed the prison's defenses, but this time in vain. It's like the tide hits a reef.

No matter how many attempts are made, the result is the same, and the prison is firmly impregnable.

Tessian, Muhadi is shouting this name in the dark, and you are wrong to think that this will be able to restrain me.

He believed that news of his capture had spread, that Fatoumah would get some help from the Crystal Spider, and that Fahd, the Coral Witch, and the merchant councillor Fowad ibn Abbas would not sit idly by while he was arrested by Tessian. Whatever the king wanted to frame him, Muhadi believed he was capable of turning the tables around.

But he couldn't wait until outside help appeared. The governing council is not held every day, and Muhati is sure that Tessian will put it off and be fully prepared before proceeding.

Muhadi sat down cross-legged and began to meditate as he tried to further improve his psionic powers.

The Psychomancer quickly lost his notion of objective time, and a bowl of chickpea paste was brought through a narrow crack in the door, along with some stale bread and rotten meat. But Muhadi did not touch it, and the food was taken away.

The Psychic Sorcerer was immersed in the grinding of his heart, and Muhadi recalled the various psionic lessons he had learned since coming to Attas, from the teachings of Lyra to the Guide to the History of the Mind.

From the outside, Muhadi seems to be asleep motionless. But in fact, he went through the hardest trials in his heart, beyond the limits of any ordinary person's imagination.

Finally, Muhati opened his eyes again, focused his mind, and tried to shake the magical seal of the cell.

Just like last time, the tide of psionic energy crashed against the magical reef with no effect at all.

A fleeting trace of frustration flashed through the depths of the psychic sorcerer's soul, and his strength had not improved since he had increased his psionic level once before Ram. It was as if an invisible wall was blocking his access to deeper forces.

This has been a phenomenon that has never been seen since Muhadi began to practice psionic powers.

The Psychic Warlock immediately suppressed his irritability with strict self-control, and tried to use the psionic energy again, but the result was still the same, and his strength had not increased at all since he first arrived in Ram.

Hungry, Muhathir estimated that it was already the second day. Heavy footsteps sounded, and the jailer, who was already a little older, brought food again.

Compared to the previous humble food, this meal was significantly more hearty. The jailer brought fresh horse meat, freshly baked fluffy bread, spiced roasted lizard skewers, walnuts, onions, and even a glass of water in the shadow of the night. Along with the meal, a note was delivered with Juanxiu's handwriting: "We are working hard. ”

This was clearly the work of a woman, and Muhathir knew that Fatumah could not write, let alone write human characters, so it could not have been sent by a female elf.

There is some possibility that his psionic sister Aisha is somewhat, but the psychic warlock is not sure if she is in the city at the moment. There should be no one else except these two.

Knowing that someone was trying to help him, Muhadi ate the food and examined his cultivation path again, trying to find out what was wrong with him and making it difficult for him to continue to improve.

His own will is strong enough, and no one can manipulate his own emotions, so why is he holding back?

When the old man jailer brought the food for the third time, the Psychic Warlock was still cultivating.

The fourth time too.

Without counting the time, Muhathir could not remember how long he had been in the dungeon. He cultivates when he finishes eating, and eats when he finishes cultivating. Although it didn't work out at all, the psychic warlock was determined and not a person who gave up easily.

After another failure, Muhathir felt that it was not the way to do it by trying blindly. So I decided to take a break and then do the measurements.

Unexpectedly, the telemancer's eyes fell to a corner of the cell.

There was a small hole at the base of the wall, about the thickness of a wrist, that looked like it had been left by some kind of rodent. The cell was extremely dimly lit, and if it weren't for the psychic mancer's synaesthesia, that little hole would never have appeared.

Muhadi walked to the wall and reached out and touched the hole. The hole is not too deep, and it can probably fit a fist into Cheng Dù. The Psychic Warlock touched the dust on the ground and sniffed it in front of his eyes.

In the synaesthesia of the Psychic Warlock, he smelled a strange dark brown glow and saw a rush of bells. These are the sensations that a unique stone gives him.

This stone is generally used to make a cement-like material, which is used to strengthen the stone. So, this cell has been broken before? What's going on?

My psionic powers can't pass through the walls here, Muhadi thought, but I should still be able to influence things within the walls.

The Psychic Warlock concentrates, then manifests the timemark ability.

Impressions of the past came to him as a team of jailers escorting a woman to this cell. The head of the jailer was a young man with a very short cut, and he was a young version of the old jailer today. The woman's head was disheveled, her face was pale, her color was as black as night, and her eyes were almond-yellow.

The woman was supposed to be a half-elf, for Muhadi heard the young jailer shout, "Two-rotor, half-human!" and he shoved her to the ground.

Several jailers pounced on him and stripped the half-elf of his clothes in two strokes. The latter plead in high-pitched elven language, but for males this only adds to their nature. She seemed to hurt a jailer as she resisted, and he gave her a kick. So the half-elf woman rolled to the ground and whimpered. The short-headed jailer made up for it again, and she couldn't even whimper.

Then, several jailers took turns riding the half-elf, attacking back and forth, with many tricks. The woman tried to resist at first, but in vain, her tears splattered on the ground and soon seeped into the cracks of the bricks. The jailers were done with their hearts and left, talking and laughing. Leaving the half-elf alone in the dark prison, with his hands on his knees, all over his body, crying non-stop.

Muhati retreated from the vision, and the ability revealed to him what he could have been in the prison of the Witch King, where the revolutionaries of the Witch King period were supposed to be imprisoned. The half-elf woman looked familiar, but the Psychic Warlock couldn't remember seeing her.

Some of the older jailers brought food again, but there was no new news. It seems that in the illusion, time passes quickly.

After eating the food, Muhadi once again showed his abilities.

This time, it seems that the jailers gave the half-elf a linen robe to wrap around their bodies, so the prisoners looked less miserable. The half-elf cowered in a corner of the cell, muttering to himself, day after day.

From what leaked out of her staccato self-talk, Muhathir slowly identified the era when the half-elves were imprisoned here. It turned out to be fifteen years before the Revolution of Tyr, when the Witch King Karak was still ruling the city, and the Guardian Mages and Slaves were surviving under his tyranny.

This information is very useful, since you know that this has been a prison since the time of the Witch King. Then it means that ordinary psionic energy can't destroy the magic here, after all, Karak has locked up countless revolutionaries for thousands of years, many of whom can be psionics, and I haven't heard of any of them escaping.

Naturally, apart from the Coral Witch, she was the first person ever to overthrow the Witch King by Attas.

In the vision, the short-headed jailer sent a message to the half-elves. Muhadi Tong guò ability, unfold it with the man from more than ten years ago, read.

"Your husband is dead. The letter begins with a scribbled Elfish script. "Your daughter has no one to take care of, and I'm the only one who can help you. As the chief of a thriving tribe, I can adopt her and give her a healthy, dignified life. ”

"If no one adopts her, she will be used as a slave. Sold to some perverted pedophile who makes a living by sucking the words of an old man who is five times as fat as her. Or work as a child laborer in a tanner's workshop, working from the dark day before it rises until it sinks into the sand. Hungry and skinny. ”

"I can help her get rid of this qiē on the condition that you hand over the secret of the thing you have appeared, and I want you to explain the ins and outs clearly. After all, you're in charge of the revolutionaries. If I can't be sure that you have nothing to do with them, I don't dare to help you. Otherwise, the Witch King may take revenge on me as a revolutionary rebel. ”

"Not only that, but I can help you get revenge. ”

At the end of the letter is another handwriting in the Elven signature - Abiad.

Abiad, the name of Fatoumah and Fahd's father, the name of the previous chief of the Scorpio tribe. A few months earlier, he had been killed in an unexpected ambush, which eventually pushed the Scorpio tribe to the side of the Tyre Revolutionary Government and kicked off the war between the two tribes of Scorpio and Crazy Horse.

The Psychic Warlock had little impression of the former chieftain, except to remember that during his reign, the Scorpion tribe had lived in a decent way, not growing much in size, but also suffering no losses. But if you think about it, there are two things that are more interesting about him, the first is that the people of the tribe have told Abiad that he did a great thing in the city of Tyre when he was young, and all of them are very famous. The second is that Abiad looks a lot older, but Fatoumah is less than eighteen years old. The age gap between father and daughter is also a little too big.

But Muhadi remembered clearly that Sheikh Abiad had only one daughter and one illegitimate child, and he did not hear that he also had an adopted daughter. The female prisoner was a half-elf, obviously not Fatoumah's mother or Fahd's mother, both of whom were pure-blooded elves.

Apart from continuing to cultivate, there was nothing to do in prison. The psychic warlock decided to continue digging into the past of this half-elf, anyway, there is no law to follow in the cultivation of psionic energy, and sometimes it may be a matter of touching the scene.

When the half-elf received the letter, he fell into a long state of anxiety. From her body movements and facial muscles, Muhadi could tell how much suffering this woman was going through. Her fingers trembled, her heart beat faster, and her breathing choked.

Eventually, the female half-elf called the jailer. She asked for a piece of paper and a pen to write a reply to the other party. For this request, the jailers rode her aside again, and before leaving, they left a sentence: "No one will stand up for you, two-rotor half-human!"

Muhadi skimmed over the half-elf's process of regaining her composure, and peered directly into the moment when she wrote her reply.

"What cruelty it is to deprive a mother of her child. She wrote with trembling hands. "But I am desperate, and I will hand over the secret of that item as you asked, and tell the story of what happened. ”

"My family has spent hundreds of years searching for the legendary Elven King's Sword High Cone. She wrote in a dimly lit cell. "Perhaps the ancestors thought that the sword could unite the divided elven tribes. But in my generation, I didn't have that expectation until I met him. ”

"Although he is human, he is very curious about the legends of my family. Although the High Cone is only historically significant to elves and half-elves, it is also a good magic sword in its own right, and enchanted weapons are very valuable, and he wants to find it. ”

"That human was my husband. We lived together for a long, long time, but in the end I couldn't resist his persuasion. After settling our daughter in, we organized an adventuring party and headed to the Temple of Dust, said to be the Lost Land of the High Cone. ”

The hall of dust, Muhadi couldn't help but smile dumbly when he saw this. Isn't the Dust Hall the territory of his master Tianqin, if these people dare to go, they will definitely not end well.

"We don't have the money, so we can't afford to hire a professional adventurer. I had to hire a young elven warrior as my guide, who had a crush on me and used to run errands for me. This time, when I begged him, he readily agreed......"

"We crossed the desert and the eerie Black Forest, and finally entered the gloomy and dim temple. But there we ran into unimaginable obstacles......"

The half-elf woman spends a great deal of time describing the terrifying traps or monsters in the Hall of Dust, which Muhadi guesses are just hallucinations conjured up by Lyra. He skimmed through this section and went straight to the next part of the letter.

“...... The traps are more and more numerous, and they are becoming more and more deadly I almost got hit, but luckily the elven guide saved me. We fought and retreated until a terrifying monster blocked the way. My husband and I desperately managed to escape, but the guide was unfortunately buried in the rubble. ”

"We died and fled back to Tyre. But this adventure was not without its rewards, and we found it in the ruins of the so-called Temple of Dust. ”

“...... It appeared to be a stone tablet with some kind of ancient script on it that was difficult to decipher. My husband recognized it as some kind of ancient prophecy, and he contacted the guardian mages in the city to sell it for money......"

“...... Later, when the Witch King learned of our plan, he killed him and snatched the stone tablet we found in the ruins...... Really, that's what I know. Please help my daughter!"

In the hallucination, the jailer took the half-elf's letter.

The story becomes interesting, Muhadi knows that the witch king Karak suddenly predicted that a famous enemy would return to the world of Atas more than ten years ago, so he began to go against the grain and abuse the people's power to try to complete his dragon transformation. The Psychic Warlock had always believed that Karak had foreseen the Primordial Warlock's possession of him, so he did so suddenly. Now it seems that things are not so simple, and it seems that his master, the psychic magician Lyra, intends to use the hand of this half-elf woman to send a so-called "ancient prophecy" tablet.

Could it be that the psychic sorcerers were behind the misjudgment of the Witch King Karrak? Lyra had been guarding that ruin in the desert, why would a great psychic sorcerer like her stay in one place for so long? Could it be premeditated?

Because of an accident, I crossed into this desert world...... Now it seems that this accident is full of suspicions. The mage Nibennai who inexplicably wants to go on an expedition deep in the desert, the layout of the psychic warlock, and the foresight of Karak...... A qiē is like a big net, which makes people unable to see clearly.

But this is not an urgent problem to be solved, and being in prison is the most urgent thing to deal with, Mouhathir thought. Since someone has broken into a cell before, there is always something to be learned by observing the past for yourself.

Concentrate your mind and manifest your powers.

Heavy footsteps rang out from outside the cell door, and the jailer brought a visitor, who was hooded and wore a turban, covering his face. After opening the cell door, the visitor tossed the jailer a gold coin, and then looked at the half-elf in silence.

"You're Abiad?" the half-elf asked him, cowering in a corner of his cell.

"Abiad is me. The visitor lifted his hood to reveal a young, handsome elven face. "I'm not just Abiad. ”

"It's you!" the half-elf woman was shocked. "But haven't you been in the slave business at the Elven Bazaar? How can you be a chief...... I thought you were dead in the Hall of Dust!"

"That stupid, blind, and infatuated me is indeed dead. The young Sheikh Abiad admitted. "In that ruin, the real me was reincarnated. ”

"I have done so much for you, and you have fallen in love with that human being? I saved you that day, but you saved him. ”

"From that day on, my heart died. Abiad said. "I ended my life of selling slaves incognito in Tyre and returned to my tribe as a chief. I thought it was all over until I heard that you were still alive. ”

He picked up the letter in his hand. "A bullshit prophecy board, you tricked me into joining you on an adventure, and left me in the desert to die, slut!"

"Is it strange?" said the elf. "It was I who told the Templar Tessian to reveal your secret and that human. How else do you think the City Watch would notice you?"

"You, why?" the half-elf seemed to be running out of words, and could only ask this question.

"Why?" said Abiad, with a mixed expression on his face, a mixture of sympathy, hatred, ridicule, and unwillingness. "In order to repay the debt you have owed me for so many years, in other words, I am here to settle accounts with you!"

"I have removed the human from you, and cast you into this cell to be humiliated and desolate to death. Abiad said. "You know, sometimes, it's the slowest knife, the deepest cut. ”

"Oh. As if afraid of forgetting something, Abiad added. "With that reply letter you wrote earlier, I can adopt your daughter in the name of justice. What I'll do to her after that, you can look forward to it. ”

----------------------'ve been in a bad mood lately, so it's Carvin.

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