Since the Witch King Abellachili had already completed the first stages of the Demon Dragon's transformation, there was a huge dragon's lair under Ram's palace in order to accommodate her transformer's huge body. : Reading novels// But usually, the witch king still shows people in the form of humans.

The palace differs from the Great Pyramid of Tyre and is more like a thick fortress in the Moorish style. The palace is surrounded by three thick walls, the outer walls are fifty feet high and dark red. It is carved with a variety of animals: snakes crawling on its feet, sand eagles flying with wings spread, shell beetles crawling around, wolves roaming the wasteland, and woolly camels and lions.

The 60-foot-high central wall is yellow, and it is carved with many vivid scenes of war: swords intersecting, contradictions clashing, arrows raining down, heroes fighting, babies slaughtered, and burning cremation piles. The dragon-shaped monster was entrenched in the sky, and it was a qiē.

The interior walls are white, seventy feet high, and the carvings on them make people blush.

Entering the Witch King's palace, the Templars will disarm the comer. Whether it's a scimitar or a dagger, it's all to be taken away for safekeeping. The practices of the kneeling people, Muhadi remembered what the people of the tribe had to say about them, that a man should never leave himself defenseless.

A true Buraku would have taken this as a disgrace, but Muhathir was not so sensitive, and besides, his real weapon was his mind, not metal, so the Templars let him take his silver blade, scimitar, and a dagger in his boots.

It is difficult to tell from the inside how large the palace is, as it is intricately constructed, with several gardens, labyrinthine wings, crystal divination towers, and even a pond. Compared to it, the palace left of Karak in Tyr resembles a shepherd's hut.

In the absence of Princess Dildeli, the leader of the Templars in Ram, a middle-aged high-ranking Templar was in charge of guarding the palace. The man had a large bald head, loose skin on his chin, and his eyes were pale and close to white. He wears elaborate chain mail and wears many ceremonial tassels and jingling ornaments. Like most Templars who relied on magic to fight, he wore a thick belt around his waist. There are countless small pockets for various spellcasting materials and scrolls.

Even with Prince Corwin's assurances, the palace guards were unkind to the Psychmancers. The latter sat two hourglasses in the audience room before the guards let him into the palace. This was followed by repeated searches, interrogations, and scans to detect magic, before he was spared. At this point, it was close to noon of the day.

Muhadi noticed that the ground and the four walls of the palace were integrated. It appears that the interior of the palace was carved out of a single stone rather than masonry. Considering the size of the building, the size of the monolith is unimaginable.

All sorts of people streamed through the building, including smiling waitresses, guards with axes, and bureaucrats with pale faces and gloomy expressions. All the people needed to keep a large city of hundreds of thousands of people running were based in this palace.

To the psychic man's surprise, there were many other people besides him who wanted to meet the Witch King. These people come from all kinds of things. Muhadi saw a crowd of colorful clowns, some of them stepping on stilts more than three feet high, some of them painted their faces white with paint, and some of them dressed up as monsters. Next to the clowns were a gang of honest serfs, eighty percent of whom had escaped from the farms of nobles, the youngest of whom was younger than Muhadi.

Behind the serfs were two men covered in black robes, who had been silent, standing up straight and motionless.

The Psychic Warlock, along with the others, was led by the maid into the throne room where the Witch King was. The hall is 300 feet square, and it is designed to enhance reflections and make people's voices louder. On either side of the hall stood a row of tall metal golems, in front of which stood the Witch King's courtiers. Long tapestries hang on the walls, and the exquisite weavers can make anyone who treats weaving as a mere skill ashamed of themselves.

The floor here is covered with a large carpet with mysterious words painted on it. At the end of the hall is a raised platform that rises from the ground in a stepped pattern. The walls at the end depict Atas in its verdant age: lush forests and azure lakes. The green forests are made of turquoise, and the lakes are made of countless tiny sapphires.

A lady-in-waiting stood on a high platform, flanked by one of the most splendid thrones Muhadi had ever seen in his life. Magic and artisans have worked together to create this intricate work of art, which is not only enormous, but also strangely carved, with a bright and brilliant gilded surface inlaid with amber, agate, jade and jadeite. The handle of the throne is two female dragons, and their spouses are carved into the back of the chair. Colorful light radiated from the throne at the same time, automatically cracking a possible attack.

The throne was empty, and the Witch King was not there?Muhati thought it was strange, but here he did not dare to use his psionic powers to probe the minds of others.

The stout Templar guarding the entrance to the hall raised a roll call, "The Itinerant Clown from Nibenai, seven serfs from Harding's Manor, two Plane Merchants from the Outlands, and one Psychic Warlock from Corwin Pasha." ”

Instead of Prince Corwin, Muhati took note of the Templar title. Although Abellachili is the witch king of Ram, she nominally calls herself the Grand Villa of Ram, so her heir is naturally not a prince.

The maid standing on the high platform spoke, her accent strange, like some extinct human dialect, and her wording was peculiar, with many antique endings.

"Come up and talk about it one by one. The woman said, "I will do you as justice as I can." ”

In an instant, Muhati realized that this maid-like woman was none other than Abel Lachili, the king of Ram. The witch king was dressed like a normal woman, with a dark yellow dress buttoned up to her neck, and a white turban covering her head and mouth. Although the workmanship of this outfit is exquisite, it doesn't have any magic attached, it's just ordinary clothes.

In Attas, most people who are able to do so will enchant their equipment, and the Witch King should be even more so. Ram's one, on the other hand, seems to emphasize ornamentation over practicality, and does not do so.

And she didn't sit on the throne either, so Muhathir didn't realize at first that this was the person he was going to meet. However, Abellachiri is very attractive, and her eyes sometimes reveal a maturity and vicissitudes that do not match her appearance.

Ram's witch king is beautiful in appearance, and his figure is exquisite, but it is not as amazing as Cheng Dù. Her human form is very slender, her skin is somewhat rough, and the skin behind her eyes still has traces of scales. Muhati couldn't help but wonder if it was a scaly body underneath the tightly covered skirt and turban.

At first glance, the Witch King's whole person exudes a sense of kindness, which makes people almost never think that the person in front of him is the strong ** master who exterminated the orc clan.

The clowns from the city of Nibenai stepped forward first, and the man on stilts among them bowed exaggeratedly and said to the witch king, "Your Majesty, we are jugglers from the city of Nibenai. I came to this beautiful city to be able to bask in the glory of His Majesty and at the same time bring art to the people of the city. ”

Some of the courtiers laughed secretly, and the witch king said, "There are enough clowns in this city of clowns, tell me why you want to come here and not other city-states?" ”

A dwarf spoke, and Muhadi thought it was a halfling, but now he was a very short human. "There was an unprecedented riot in the city of Nibennai, and the Shadow King Nibenai thought that it was Tyre's spies who were making trouble, so he imposed strict martial law. Your Majesty, now there is no room for entertainment in the city of Nibenai! Even the smoke house has been banned!"

"Tyre does not accept slavery, but a third of my regiment is slaves. Yurik is almost in ruins. Birdblaze is too far away, and Ankara does not welcome outsiders. ”

"Okay, okay, your majesty, let's open our circus in Ram. The dwarf said. "We will obey the law and pay our taxes, so that the nobles of the city will be happier and the slaves will be more tame. ”

The Witch King finally decided that the jesters could settle down in Ram on the condition that they agree to be magically tested by the Templars to determine that they were not Nebennai's spies.

Next, it was the turn of the serfs. The serf in the lead was a one-eyed man, with dark skin and a large tumor on his nose.

"陛xià. The one-eyed serf said, slurring his tongue. "Please be our master!"

The Witch King replied calmly, "Say what you want to complain about." ”

"Yes, Your Majesty. The serfs trembled and said, "We were originally serfs on the Harding Manor, serving our master, Rahland the Yellow Fat Man." We work diligently to grow sugar beets, alfalfa, wheat and soybeans. But not long ago, our lord Lahran was hacked to death by a mob while he was in the streets. ”

"After the master of Lahran was hacked to death, we fell into bad luck. Because the owner left no heirs during his lifetime, the inheritance of the estate became a big problem. Several of the master's distant nephews came to the door to claim their inheritance, and we didn't know who to listen to. ”

Another serf interjected tremblingly, "We dare not use the inheritance left by the old master until the new master is decided." But if you don't buy water from the waterworks, the crops of the entire estate will die. We'll all starve to death. ”

"The Templars had originally ruled that one of Rahran's nephews should inherit the estate, but he hanged himself when the vault went bankrupt. The Templars then ruled against another nephew, but he was not in Ram. By the time he received the letter and rushed to Ram, it would be at least a month or two, and the manor would not last that long...... So ......"

The witch king decreed that the slaves could choose a representative to act as their master until the nephew arrived. If the new owner is not satisfied, he can fight a duel with this slave representative, and the survivor inherits the estate. Win or lose, these serfs must be their new owners and must no longer have any objections.

After the serfs, the two so-called plane merchants wrapped in black robes also stepped forward. They walked to the high platform and removed their hoods, revealing two horse faces and yellow eyes. "The Giryankees greet the lord of Ram," the two men bowed, and then said in unison. "We crossed countless planes to come to this city in the desert. ”

Abellachiri had a disgruntled look on her face, "What's the matter with you?"

"We're businessmen and warriors!" said the Giesyankees, who looked so alike that no one could tell who was talking about them. "We came to Atas to find two lost national treasures!"

"There's a human thief who has stolen our national treasure, our magic, and he's hiding in the city! Please allow us to search for this thief! He must pay with blood! The great Gisyankee Empire needs your help!"

"Blood debt and blood payment!"

The Witch King's fingertips unleashed lightning that burned the two plane-crossing Gisyankees to ashes in less than a blink of an eye. The bright light was dazzling, and for a moment Muhadi felt a buzzing in his ears. The disadvantage of psionic synaesthesia is this, when you see a bright light, you will have auditory hallucinations, which will not dissipate for a long time. "There is no inhuman race that dares to threaten humanity in my city. Violators will be put to death!"

Several servants poured out of the secret doors on either side of the hall, and without saying a word, quickly cleared the ashes left behind by the Gisyankees.

It was Muhadi's turn to play, and he did as Corwin had commanded: "I have something important to tell Lord Davichal." ”

"But it doesn't hurt to say that," replied the Witch King, as Corwin had introduced. "If it is indeed important, you will be rewarded by me. ”

"Your Excellency. The Psychic Warlock said, "This is a matter involving the Templars." I have clear evidence that one of your subordinates betrayed your trust. But for my own safety, I can only disclose my evidence on a separate occasion. ”

"Good. The Witch King followed the script, "Stand down, everyone, and I'm going to talk to this psychic sorcerer alone." ”

The courtiers in the palace and the Templars guarding the doorway then faded one after another. Soon, the hall was empty, except for the golems, the Witch King Abellachili, and the Psychic Warlock.

Muhathir looked at the Witch King, guessing what thoughts were hidden behind those old eyes. Although he didn't dare to use his psionic powers to spy on the other party, just observing the appearance and listening to the words could sometimes reveal a lot of secrets.

"Now there's no one else, we can talk about it. Abela Chili bowed her head and said to Muhadi.

Before coming to the palace, Corwin told Muhathir that the witch king wanted to talk to him privately and not attract attention. That's why I made a play like today. It is not surprising that the Witch King announced that she would receive petitioners on this day, as Abellachili, despite her seclusion, occasionally met with some of the commoners to show that she was still alive.

Next, Muhadi mingled among the petitioners and offered to expose the Templars**. Naturally, this is also made up, just to create an excuse for a private meeting. As a result, even if anyone who knows about Muhathir's meeting with the Witch King, they only think that they are talking about the Templars.

As for why it was so troublesome, the Psychic Warlock didn't know, and according to Corwin, it was all the Witch King's request.

"I am honored to speak with the ruler of Ram. Without knowing the other party's temperament, Muhathir said cautiously.

The Witch King looked at the Psychic Warlock for a long time before finally speaking. "I'm flattered, Psychic Warlock. Do you know why?"

The psychic warlock was surprised, but his face was still unwavering. "Please point it out. ”

"Corwin has always done what he wants. When he was interested, he did everything. Abela Chili said that Muhadi felt his skin loosen and tighten, and the invisible pressure grabbed him. "His biggest flaw was that he was too careless and didn't learn what prudence was. ”

"I learned a few days ago that he had recruited a new psyker advisor to get Benedict in order at auction. The Witch King said that Muhadi felt the pressure in the hall mount, and that the floor seemed to be shaking as if it were shaking. "At that time, I thought, what kind of person is this psyker?"

"So I secretly investigated you, and it turned out that you were still a high-ranking officer in Tyre. It is said that you even created a sect of your own and worshipped the existence of the first cause, which is called the first cause. Sue me, Psychiocrat, you think you've done so much to show your face. Can you fool me with just a mask and a layer of shapeshifting spirit skin?" As soon as Abela Chili stretched out his hand, Muhadi felt the mask he had been wearing shatter and crack and fall to the ground. In order to see the Witch King, he specially put on a spirit skin to hide his face, but it didn't have any effect, and it steamed into the air.

The Witch King continued, and there seemed to be some sarcasm in his tone. "As a revolutionary in Tyr, he said it was an honor to talk to the Witch King. Does that flatter me?"

Muhadi calmly pondered what to do, but before he could speak, Abelachli said, "Don't be nervous, Tyr. I'm not going to do anything to you just because you're from Tyre or because you participated in the revolution that overthrew Karak. ”

"This surprises you, doesn't it?" said the Witch King, "Do you think that I, as the Witch King, must be hostile to the revolutionary government of Tyre, and that I am always thinking about how to strangle the people there and plunder the wealth there?"

Every time the Witch King spoke, the Psychic Warlock had to secretly agree. He really didn't expect Ram's witch king to be like this, but he couldn't be sure if the other party's appearance was pretended.

In addition, even if you don't do it, as a ** teacher who has existed for thousands of years, the sense of oppression it brings to people is amazing. The Witch King Abellachiri has almost become one with magic, she is magic, magic is her. Standing in front of her for a long time, that kind of omnipresent pressure came from all directions, and she couldn't escape.

The Psychic Warlock was not unaware of the danger of the Witch King's true identity, but in the end, he decided to take the risk of meeting the Witch King. He couldn't tell why, it seemed that there was a motivation in his heart that drove him to do it, and this motivation did not come from him.

Was it the subconscious of the primordial warlock Rajat who wished he would meet the witch king Abela Chili? Considering that Abellachili has always insisted on calling himself the Grand Vich (Prime Minister) and not officially claiming the title of king, it is possible that Rajat had a leg with this witch king back then. In that case, how would the other party react when they found out that they were possessed by Rajat's mental demon?

Muhadi stopped his ramblings and replied to the Witch King. "I did think that way. ”

Abellachiri nodded, "Unfortunately, I don't want to be an enemy of Tyr. Wouldn't it be nice to have another female ruler in the desert?"

"IMHO. The Psychic Warlock said. "The king of Tyre is Lord Tessian, and the supreme power of Tyre rests with the Council and the people of Tyre, whom it represents. Not a female ruler. ”

"Say whatever you want. Abela Chili reached out and smoothed the few strands of hair that hung down in front of her forehead, a gesture that made her look particularly feminine. "As an old man who has lived for thousands of years, I can tell you unequivocally that no matter what era it is, no matter what the name is, a ruler is a ruler. ”

"Whether the power of propaganda comes from the parliament, from the people, or from the divine or the nurture of puppets. True rulers will always find these disguises to cover their shame. In fact, some people are naturally meant to rule, just as most people are naturally meant to be ruled. Your friend Shatiri of Tyre is one such person, and no matter how much she claims that she is only carrying out the will of the people, she is essentially ruling the people. Without her, Tyr, 10,000 years would not be able to help Karak. As for Tessian, he's just another trumpet Karak, a puppet who can't take Tyr away from Shatiri. ”

Muhatri was skeptical of the other party's judgment, but he didn't want to dwell on it. "If you want to be friendly with Tyr, then Tyre is naturally welcome. However, I can't decide on this, so I can only inform Tyr first and wait for the decision over there. ”

"And rightfully so. ”

"After the revolution broke out, Hamanu, the witch king of Ulric, sent an envoy to me asking me to join his coalition of witch kings. "But I rejected him, because I didn't want to go to war with Tyre. And Hamanu is a man I didn't like from the time of the Purification War. ”

"In order to avoid being attacked by other Witch Kings, I was unable to publicly express my support for you at that time. But it's different now, isn't it? Tyr defeated the Three Kings, and now no one in the entire desert dares to underestimate you. I am also willing to unite with you at this time to deal with the enemies who are unruly and hostile to the revolutionary government. ”

"You may have heard that Ram City is recruiting, but that has nothing to do with Tyr. I have strengthened my army in order to deal with other enemies. The Witch King said, but she didn't mention what the other enemies were.

The more Muhati listened, the more strange it became, what was going on with Abelachili who didn't want to fight with Tyr, but wanted to form an alliance? Could it be that she wanted to use Tyr's power to deal with the Witch King, who was not compatible with her? The psychic warlock didn't feel that he had anything to value in particular.

"I'm curious, Big Vicky. Muhati asked, under intense pressure. "The real reason you want to meet with me isn't just to show kindness to Tyr, right?"

"That's one of the reasons. The Witch King glanced at the Psychic Warlock with interest. "Another reason, I heard you're a moderately accomplished psychic mancer?"

"Psychic warlocks are real, small achievements may not be. ”

"Good. The Witch King said. "Maybe I can use your strengths. ”

Then, Abela Chili didn't care whether the psychiocic agreed or not, and went on with herself. "You were there at the auction a few days ago, and you must have been impressed by the sudden farce. ”

Muhati thought, should she let me go and catch the puppeteer, then I would have to run away immediately. A great psychic warlock of the level of a puppeteer, he didn't dare to provoke. Muhadi is not afraid of death, but the torture of spiritual energy can be a hundred times more desolate than death.

"Hmm. The Psychic Warlock nodded. "At that time, the psyker who called himself a puppeteer suddenly appeared and snatched a lot. But as far as I know, the lot belonged to him. Since ...... "Since being killed by you, Muhadi thought. “...... Ever since ancient times when he was defeated, he has been missing. Later, it was discovered by antiquities hunters and sent for auction. ”

"You think it's a puppeteer?" the Witch King seemed to be caught in his memory, his gaze drifting a little. “...... You are mistaken. The crystal ball is not the puppeteer's thing, it's the puppeteer itself. ”

"What?!" Muhadi was surprised.

"Isn't that strange?" said the Witch King, disapprovingly. "Psykers have the ability to change their attitudes, so how difficult it can be to turn into a crystal ball. Her trick of pretending to be a god and a ghost to control other people's vision can deceive ordinary people, and you, a psychic, can't see it? She doesn't have an ontology as some people imagine, and no matter how many puppets there are, the puppet line still has to be held in the hands of the ontology. And that crystal ball was her body, and she loved to do it hundreds of years ago. ”

Ashamed, Muhati thought, he really didn't see through the puppeteer's control methods. Not to mention where the other party is hiding his own body. But is the puppeteer a woman? Why does the witch king use "she" instead of "him".

"Since the Great Vich knows that the crystal ball is the puppeteer's body...... "Muhadi said," he said, "...... So why don't you just take it upon yourself to arrest this man?"

Abellachili looked at Muhadi, his expression was so complicated that even the Psychic Warlock couldn't analyze what the other person's mood was. "First of all, I wasn't available. After completing the first few layers of the Demon Dragon Transformation, my personality seems to have changed a bit. Become like a real dragon and love sleep. ”

"Secondly, and that's why I'm looking for your help. The Witch King said coldly. "I don't want to deal with her, I want you to find out why I caught the puppeteer. ”

Muhati was stunned for a moment, not understanding whether the witch king was crazy or if he had misheard. "Why did you arrest the puppeteer? Didn't she make a big fuss about Ram seven hundred years ago, and was finally defeated by you? Now that she's back again, you, as the ruler of Ram, naturally want to arrest her, what other reason can there be?"

The Witch King smiled contemptuously. "If it were that simple, would I still need you?"

"Outside there is a legend that seven hundred years ago, the puppeteer suddenly appeared, disrupted Ram's order, and even tried to seize my position. But I know very well that this is all a lie, and the puppeteer did not appear out of nowhere at all. She had lived in Ram for a long time. ”

"I still remember. The Witch King said. "She was so talented, so outstanding, so eye-catching. It was with her assistance that I was able to establish many psionic schools in the city of Laam. ”

There are quite a few psionic academies in Ram City, and that's true. However, apart from the puppeteers, Muhadi didn't seem to have heard of any great psionics here, so he was not interested in visiting, and he didn't know that these psionic academies were established with the help of puppeteers.

"I admired her a lot, her talent, her creativity, her difference. Then I even fell in love with her......"

Hearing this, the Psychic Warlock didn't know what expression to put on. The witch king Abela Chili actually fell in love with a female psychic sorcerer, and I'm afraid no one will believe it. "The time we spent together was the happiest I've ever had since the battle of purification was over and the fighters turned against each other. ”

"But my memory came to an abrupt end. The Witch King said. "The next thing I remember is that I woke up from the darkness, and I didn't know anything about the last year. ”

"I flew back to Ram from my secret hideout, and to my astonishment the earth was torn apart by the flames and lightning of magic. Huge canyons appeared around the city, and the mountains were steamed, and all the plants within a radius of five hundred miles died, and their vitality was drained. For a hundred years after that, Ram was unable to regain his vitality. ”

"When I got back to the palace, I heard that I had fought a terrible battle with the puppeteer that had never been fought before. Why the two of us fought, my attendants and courtiers have no idea. According to them, they didn't show anything unusual before the battle broke out. ”

"They also told me that after the battle, I flew back to my palace in the form of a demon dragon, scarred all over my body. Then I transformed into a human form, and unleashed an indescribably powerful sculpting spell that blew my head off. ”

Hearing that the Witch King himself had blown off his head, the Psychic Warlock raised an exaggerated eyebrow.

"Naturally, you won't kill me. It's just going to bring me back to life in my secret sanctuary, next to my life box. But although I survived, part of my memory was missing. Know that I am not a lich, and that the memories of my body are out of sync with the part of life I have stored in my life box. Every time I was resurrected, my memory and experience were slightly depleted. ”

"Do you know anything about this spell that stores the essence of life?" the Witch King asked Muhadi suddenly.

"Of course not. The Psychic Warlock said. "I know almost nothing about the arcane. ”

"The actual effect of this spell is equivalent to creating a copy of the caster, a doppelganger that can be replaced. Abellachili explained. "But this spell has a drawback, it can't keep the mind memory of the main body consistent with the copy at all times. Because to do so, it is necessary to draw the life force of the world from moment to moment to maintain the connection. Even I couldn't find so many lives to squander. ”

"Therefore, most of the witch kings of the city-states can only synchronize the memories of their own body and the copy once after a while. This time interval varies from person to person and can be as long as a month or as long as a hundred years. As far as I know, Hamanu, the witch king of Yurik, never usually synchronizes his memory. Only when you are fighting, you do not hesitate to squander your life force, and always connect your own body with your copy. There are also a few witch kings like him. ”

"As the ruler of Ram, I haven't been involved in a struggle for a long time, so I usually only sync my memories once a year. And before I fought with the puppeteer, it had been almost a year since I last did a memory sync. As a result, when I came back to life, I lost my memories from this time. I don't know how I fell out with the puppeteer or why we got into a fight. ”

"My courtiers and attendants said that when I returned to the palace after the war, it seemed that I had been so badly struck that I had committed suicide. The Witch King paused. “...... Anyone who dared to say that, I skinned them and threw them into the desert to feed the ants. ”

"Psychic Warlock, do you think it's possible that I committed suicide by martyrdom?" she asked Muhadi suddenly.

"No way. The Psychic shook his head, he didn't want to be thrown into the desert naked.

"That's what I thought, too. Abellachili said. "There's no way I'm going to kill myself. No matter how much I love someone, no matter how hard I suffer, I can't commit suicide, that's not my character. ”

"What's more, I know very well myself, I have my own copy in the secret shelter, and I can't die at all if I blow my head off, so how can this be suicide?"

"What the hell is going on? What happened in that year of memory loss? What was born between me and the puppeteer? I didn't think about it for seven hundred years. ”

"I've done a lot of preparation in the past seven centuries to prevent another war with the psionics. But what I didn't expect was that the puppeteer wasn't dead. She hibernated for 700 years before reappearing and reclaiming her true body, for what? Is she still fighting against me?"

"Psychic Warlock, I want you to help me find out the truth behind this qiē. The Witch King smiled self-deprecatingly. "Now you understand why the puppeteer reappeared in the world, and I didn't deal with her in the first place. In my eyes now, I really can't see her as an enemy. ”

"Why did you choose me?" asked Mohadi.

The Witch King did not answer immediately, but groaned for a while before speaking. "My men, who either don't know anything about psionic abilities and don't have the ability to investigate, like the Templars. ”

"Either that, although they understand psionic powers, they can't be sure that they have been manipulated or even directly manipulated by the puppeteer. For example, the scholars of the Psionic Academy in the city - since the puppeteers created these institutions, then these people have been reformed and cannot be trusted. Only you have recently come to Ram from other places, and it is impossible to manipulate and transform. ”

"But most of all, I seem to perceive something familiar in you. The first time I saw you, I thought, maybe you're the one who can help me solve my problem. ”

"Unlike other witch kings," Abellachiri said, "I value my instincts and trust my sixth sense. I sense in you that you have the potential to solve this problem, so don't disappoint my expectations. ”

The Psychic Warlock was silent, and the Witch King seemed to misunderstand what he meant, saying, "Don't worry, I am a generous ruler. If you can solve my doubts, I will give you all the rewards that a mortal could expect......"

"You want wealth, I can let you sit on a mountain of gold, and the only worry in the second half of your life is what to do with your property. If you want power, I can lend you the books left over from the verdant age, and give you insight into the mysteries of magic and psionics. You want women, I can give you three thousand slave girls to satisfy the ** ...... you only dare to confide in yourself in the darkest night"

"It's good to be paid. Muhathir said. "But I'm afraid that the puppeteer won't like me to investigate...... and you may not be able to accept the truth that comes out, the Psychic said in his heart.

“...... I don't have the ability to deal with such a powerful psionic, it's hard to save my life, what can I find out?"

"If you let go of the investigation, you may not die. If you dare to refuse me, you will die immediately, it's as simple as that. "Abellachili's calm threat. "However, to make things easier for you, I will instruct Dilderley to assist you, and you can get help from the Templars through her. ”

"Besides, you are not allowed to hurt her without my permission, do you understand?"

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