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On the fifteenth night of the Moon of Dead Leaves, Kaye is hiding at home, considering whether to leave Plzen for a while.

On the east side of the Golden Palace, there is another banquet hall with colored glass imported from the Crimson Federation as the ceiling, and there are many works of art on the walls, sculptures of dwarves, gem tapestries of highland barbarians, exquisite full-body armor of Kumara the Eagle, and even paintings of Tiya elves. This is the Trail of Twilight, Plzeň's second most luxurious place after the Golden Palace, built by Bashim Bloodmine, a dwarf as the name suggests. Basham took refuge with the first king of Essien at the beginning of the founding of the country, providing him with weapons and prospecting knowledge, and can be said to be one of the founding heroes.

Later, when the war subsided, he presided over the construction of the overall layout of Plzeň and the Golden Palace, and still serves as Essin's Minister of Architecture. The lifespan of the dwarf is as long as 4oo years, so the emperor has changed seven or eight, and he is still serving as the Minister of Architecture. More than a hundred years of human social life have made the rough-nerve dwarf unteachable and communicative, and he always remains neutral in politics, regardless of superfluous things. Later, the Trail of Twilight was built and rented out to the nobles to hold large banquets, but they did not worry about eating and drinking.

And tonight's charter person was Miss Edithomus, who came in hot, and Basham did not slack off, and even attended to dance with her in person. I have to say that when the purple skirt flew up, revealing the lace costume underneath, the old dwarf's lust that had been silent for many years also burned. But when he looked up and saw a cold gaze like a glacier, all the fire was extinguished.

She was obviously laughing, why was she so scary.

Bathham withdrew from the banquet under the pretext of his old age, and glanced at the guests a few more times before leaving. As usual, men and women dressed in fine costumes indulged in singing, dancing and laughing. On the dance floor of the banquet, several pairs of young people are dancing at a fast pace, and the musicians holding flutes and lutes next to them are looking attentive and shaking their heads. Jugglers swing their balls on swings, waiters weave through the crowd as if they had wheels under their feet, and children run around long tables to fetch their own meals, throwing brioche bread and peach pie on the floor.

Something is wrong. The old dwarf had attended hundreds of banquets, and he clearly felt it, but he couldn't find a problem. Suspicious, he closed the door and walked out.

Returning proudly from the dance floor, Edith made her way up to the third floor, where there was a platform where she could see a qiē below, but not above. At this time, a round table and seven chairs around the round table were placed on the platform. One of the chairs already had its owner, a young man in his twenties in a bachelor's gown.

"Why don't you come and enjoy the entertainment of the inferior creatures?" said Editos, smiling brightly.

"I'm not averse to entertainment, especially music. The young man plucked the strange instrument in his hand, and it sounded like the tinkling of spring water.

"What is this?"

"The national stringed instrument of the Tiya elves, they called the araram. It's different from a normal harp. Its scales are varied and easy to adjust, and the timbre is clear and pure. As he spoke, he played a tune, and the sound was like a bird flying through the jungle, leaving a lively dance.

"It's wonderful, I didn't hear you're good at vocals. Edith sat down on the throne.

"When sensuality, food, and wealth no longer stimulate the senses, I need some special hobbies to spend my long life. So if I come across a poet who plays very well while hunting, I don't usually kill him. I hope your music is good enough, or ......," the young man said lightly. Black dances without wind.

"Death is also a beautiful music. Edith said with a smile on her chin in her hand.

A cold voice came from the other end of the platform: "In that case, why don't you all die." ”

The ghost light entered through the window, floating without touching the feet. She wears a gray and white close-fitting suit, revealing her approximate figure. The patterned sleeves run from the fingers to the upper arms, the knotted waist outlines the curves, and her face is covered with a white porcelain mask. Only the black hole of the eye socket is exposed, and the eyebrows are set with a row of diamonds. And the body, which was not covered by clothes, was filled with black smoke.

She arrived in Plzeň three days early. It was easy to ask Edithmoth, but she subconsciously felt that it was a trap. After three days of silent observation and searching, she didn't find any spells or enchantments, but she didn't feel safe, but the trap was buried deeper. At the same time, the temptation of the magic net also seduces her like a drug. You must know that Sha'er, the goddess of the night, is only imitating Mistra's magic net, and it took thousands of years to experiment before creating the zào shadow magic net. This imperfect imitation has brought great benefits to Sha'er. If she could control this magic net and plane...... After hesitating for a while, she decided to go to the banquet, and the golden dragon would not turn his face with everyone on the spot.

The noisy sound and dazzling lights made her restless, and the woman at the round table was the invitee, no doubt related to the golden dragon. And the other guy should also be the invitee, and it is easy to tell at a glance that he is not human.

Edith stood up and said politely, "Welcome, from the Shadow of the Dark, I'm glad you came in a banquet dress and didn't bring a machete." ”

"Dress so that you can keep your eyes focused, the Visible. She said haughtily.

"Sit down and enjoy some refreshments before the guests arrive. Edith's eyes flashed with silver, and hot lemon tea and fruit cake were placed in front of the visitor.

"Ha, the person who organized the Demon Web gathering is a psychic heretic. The ghost light sneered, and the palm brushed over the table, and the steaming lemon tea instantly froze into an ice lump, and the cake lost its color and turned into a gray residue. "Humble hospitality, if you are in the Shadow Realm, you will see the real banquet. ”

"Sounds like you're powerful there. ”

"Of course, every shadow folk is a lord of the shadow world, and I have an entire harem. "The handsome men from humans, halflings, elves, and celestials are my princesses, and at the banquet the giant insect Nightshadow and the winged Nightshadow danced for it, and hundreds of illusionists used all means to make me laugh, and the church of the Goddess of the Night also sent congratulatory gifts, and my throne was carved from a whole black dragon's spine......"

"Ding!"

The araham piano let out a discordant tone, and the ghost light instantly seemed to be facing a great enemy.

"The poor will flaunt their wealth, and the cowardly will show off. The dark young man's eyes were cold, and the smoke scattered on the shadow people seemed to be swept away by a hurricane, flying behind her.

Editos smiled even more merrily: "This is Mr. Dogosos from the northern lands of Ferren. ”

The dragon lich's great name made Yan Lan freeze for a moment, and the ghost light immediately snorted in a weak heart, but then he couldn't say a word. The feast continues, the dragon lich studying his instrument on his own, the shadowfolk fidgeting, and the spirit-absorbing monster playing a velvet fan.

The temperature on the platform rose slightly, and the three participants raised their heads, and Lesatos, the master of the Plane Demon Net, stepped forward. He appeared as a thirty-year-old man with a resolute face, his golden length shining brighter than a glass chandelier. He did not wear a robe, but wore a graceful and luxurious bright red background painted with gold, and raised backwards with his steps. It's like a king who reigns over the world.

"Welcome, Master Dogosos, Lady of the Spectre. He spoke like a king, and sat beside Edith with a menacing attitude.

The atmosphere returned to a stalemate, and Dogosos looked at him and ignored him, leisurely as if fearless, and stared at Lysatos with dark eyes, as if intending to freeze him with his eyes. Edith velvet fan closed and said with a smile, "How funny!"

The attention of several people was attracted, and Editoise continued, "In this boring low demon plane, it is possible to gather so many alien spellcasters. Golden Dragons, Dragon Lichs, Shadow People, I'm more interested in the guests who didn't arrive. Shouldn't the more active group of mages in the multiverse be humans?"

"Not surprising. "It was Dogosos who took over the conversation, "Saraph didn't have a magic net before, and it was difficult for a human mage with insufficient level to cast spells in the primordial magic power, and the race of the innate high demon was more suitable. So the rare race sitting at this table is not accidental, but inevitable. ”

"So, the next guest isn't human, is he?"

"The possibilities are high. ”

"I'm really looking forward to it, what will he or she be, Shra Toad, the Weaver, the Balancer, or the Celestial ......?"

The answer was soon revealed, and the fifth attendee walked in a strange pace, the organizer's smile approaching the dangerous realm, and she said coldly, "You are very rude." ”

The accused creature has no flesh and blood, but a dull, hard skeleton - he or she sent a golem. (To be continued!)

ps: The picture of the filmmaker is uploaded, I have been busy visiting relatives in the past two days, and the update is not very stable, forgive me.