"Don't be kidding, why am I climbing the top of Mora again?" said Siegel, "Heim has a lot going on right now, and I'm going to keep learning spells and spells...... Tell me the truth, Elint, is there something going on?"

The dwarf snorted twice, and nodded imperceptibly. Knowing that the old dwarf must have something important to say, Siegel sent Moll away and took Elliette to a secluded place.

"You know me, and if you get into any trouble, it's my duty to help you. Siegel said, "You are not only my friend, but also my teacher. I was able to have the opportunity to become a mage and become a lord because of your help, and I will not forget that. ”

Elliette rubbed her big nose and spat the ground before she said, "Actually, it's all an internal matter of our dwarves, and it ended up involving you." Remember what I told you about the dwarves who went west, and their leader, Locke Diamond, who had planned to settle with you, out of the eyes of the other dwarves, but things changed. I don't know who is playing tricks in it, so that these dwarves think that they have been exiled, expelled from the dwarven territory forever, and even the name of the clan will be erased. These are good explanations, and they eventually understand that this is being exploited, but the gap has been created and it is difficult to make up for it. To put it bluntly, they don't trust you and think you're just a human guard, their jailer. ”

"Am I not treated as one of the dwarves?" said Siegel, "and I should have the right to climb up and become a brave man on the top." Haven't many people seen it?"

"Not including them. Elint was embarrassed, for denying the truth was no different from lying, and he was even more ashamed that it had happened to a dwarf. "It's just an introduction. Their real purpose is to return to their respective families. Nine spokesmen from our three families believed. There are dwarves from other families who want to continue the westward movement. All of them are well-informed. It's not easy to cope. ”

"The Dwarven Temple won't sit idly by, it's a direct violation of the oracle, isn't it?"

"The oracle says that the dwarves at the top of Mora are not allowed to go west. But what if there is a family that breaks away from the top of Mora?" Irint sighed and said, "The other families want to have a higher say in the top of Mora, which is a violation of the oath they made when they came to the top of Mora. But what if they see that their plans have not been realized, and they are desperate to go out independently? They will be stunned by the ** burn their heads, and they will make such a crazy plan. We will not allow the Peaks of Mora to be divided, and only the united dwarves will be able to gain a foothold in the New World!"

"So what do you decide to do?" Siegel asked.

"Worst-case scenario. The Top of Mora will close the gate to the west, so that no one can reach the west of the Walled Mountains, at least not by climbing over the wall. "We in the Gem Family don't want to see that happen, and we're working on it," Elelynt said. But if you climb the road to the top again in front of everyone, they will never find any reason not to come to you. ”

Siegel nodded: "I see, at least I can hold these people back for a while, so that you can find the mastermind behind spreading rumors and dividing the dwarves." ”

"That's right. Elint said.

"Then I'll climb again. Siegel immediately agreed, "Then again, it's not like I haven't climbed." ”

The lord is about to challenge the path to the top again, which makes the orcs including Hum very excited. Even some of them are jumping on the bandwagon. However, the path to the summit does not allow orc, giant, and goblin bloodlines to try, and the blitzkrieg hammer of the dwarven god will mercilessly smash these blasphemers into powder. In order to avoid misunderstandings with Mora's Peak. Siegel will go with the dwarf Elinth, leaving the others to protect Heimland.

Janet, as the future mistress of the realm, must stay behind to take care of matters in Siegel's place. While she understands the responsibility, she is clearly not happy. As the walls of the castle grew taller and taller, Janet only felt that the distance between herself and Siegel was getting farther and farther apart. With a person's multiple identities such as mage, sir, lord, etc., does the identity of a fiancé take up less space? She saw that the young lord spent more time experimenting with magic, practicing spells, or dealing with the affairs of the territory, and they could only get along together during meals. On the icy night, Siegel slept alone in a study full of scrolls and notes, while Janet tossed and turned in another tent.

He shouldn't have been forced to make a vow, leaving him alone in the cold and lonely night before the wedding. Janet once again had thoughts of regret, she thought she could hold on and arm herself with pride, but she didn't expect to build a cold and solid wall. She now understood that what was more painful than not being able to find it was close at hand but not being able to find it, and that he belonged to me for nearly a third of the day!!, Janet cried out in her heart.

The torment kept her awake all night, and her inner conflict caused her to wander in the carpeted tent often. On the one hand, she wants to indulge herself and throw herself into the arms of Siegel, but on the other hand, she also has the fear that she will destroy the hard-won status quo on the spur of the moment. It can be said that every night in Heim Collar is a great test for her. She prays to Mother Earth for guidance, but it is the "Mysterious Lady" who is in charge of love, and she ignores the confused cat who kneels on the ground with her hands folded. When Siegel is gone, the torment is even more intense, and loneliness follows Janet like a curse.

Due to lack of sleep, she has been feeling in a trance lately, often not hearing what other people are saying to her, and many of the things she does are difficult to remember. However, she knew that there were already prescriptions that could help with sleep, and the effect was strong and certain. She prepared a dose of one of these potions and double-checked the dose. After all, one drop of this kind of thing can help you sleep well all night, and ten drops is a permanent sleep.

She finally had a good night's sleep, and the next day she felt much better in spirit, and she could clearly feel the respect and love of the people around her. However, Fezak is always mysterious, and has chosen to avoid himself several times when he sees him. Janet thought of this and her mind moved. From the Lady of the Lord-to-be back to a veteran spy kitten. Secretly followed the one-eyed daddy.

The castle was designed with Janet's opinion in mind. So very unfriendly to spies and spies. The kitten is glad that the castle is not yet finished, and the craftsmen who see him think they are taking a walk and are not connected by a sneak tracker. Janet got her wish to find out Fezak's secret, and it turned out that the one-eyed old man had received Siegel's secret order and began to prepare for the wedding.

And the whole thing is to be kept secret from Janet, and it must be made to look like a surprise.

Satisfied, the kitten forced a smile back to his tent. Suddenly, she felt like everything was going to be better. Siegel has not forgotten the promise made by the two, and the plans for the lord, the castle, and the wedding have not changed. Everything seems to have taken on a new meaning: all of Siegel's busyness is to be able to get married as soon as possible, so there is the earth element that works all night on the construction site, and the gold coins in the vault are spent like flowing water to purchase various materials. Even Siegel's path to the summit again has an explanation, he is doing this to maintain and strengthen the relationship with the dwarves, if it were not for the dwarven runemasters and craftsmen, how long and in what month would the castle have been truly built?

With that in mind, she stripped off her light close-fitting clothes and prepared to change back into a warm dress—the proper attire of a lord's wife. She also wanted to put on makeup. So that you can look younger and more beautiful. Janet is proficient in the art of make-up and disguise, so it's no problem to dress up. Even when she picked up the mirror, she wondered if Siegel should say yes if she kept changing her appearance to please herself.

But what the mirror showed was not her current face, but a shriveled face mixed with gray and red. There is no muscle underneath the almost transparent skin, as if it is clinging to the skull and will dry out at any moment. The two hollow eyes, much smaller than their sockets, swayed in the wind, as if they were about to fall. The parched lips were small and flat, wrapped around the teeth that were as stone-like as they were not reflective in the slightest. If someone said that it was the offspring of a gargoyle, Janet would have nodded yes.

The mirror fell to the ground and shattered, and Janet hurriedly stroked her face to make sure that it had become the horrible appearance just now. She could still touch her warm, smooth skin, her full lips and the long, curved eyelashes of her eyes. Just as she was reassuring herself that this was nothing more than a possible hallucinatory side effect of sleeping pills, she saw her left arm turn red claws again, lose control of it, and slam her throat. All her cries were muffled to her throat, and she couldn't make any sound except for a slight "uh, uh".

Janet ran wildly, trying to break out of the tent and ask for help from outsiders. The Dwarven Runemaster is on the construction site not far away, and they will definitely save me. But as soon as her thoughts came to her, she found that her legs had tripped over her tail, and she had only taken one step before falling heavily on the soft and thick carpet. She saw that her tail was no longer a smooth, greasy black tail, but a long tail covered with scales and knobs, like a scorpion. Janet only felt that it was getting harder and harder to breathe, and she couldn't pull away from her left hand that was holding her throat no matter how she used her right hand. The terrifying claws did not let go, holding Janet's trachea and blood vessels firmly in their hands, and extinguishing all hopes of trying to save themselves with the tail behind them.

Darkness came flooding up, but Janet's eyes were blood-red. "Death, death, death," a voice kept snoisering in her ears, "death, death, death," like countless bronze bells echoing in her mind. Her arms and scorpion tail only want to kill the nearest creature, and Janet is alone in the lonely tent.

The countenance on the carpet and the dirt-stained footprints kept magnifying before her eyes, as if this was all there was to the world. Janet gave up on pulling her left hand apart and struggled to crawl out with her controllable right arm. But her strength was too small, and the constant wagging tail added to the trouble. She grabbed the boxes in the doorway and tried to pull herself through, but knocked them over. The cotton cloth and silk brought from the top of Mora were poured down and replaced on the writhing and struggling bodies.

A breeze blew, and the door of the tent opened a corner, and one foot in black soft boots stepped in, and then the other followed silently and quickly before the curtain closed. The owner of the shoes held a long dagger painted black in his hand, and his eyes were looking strangely at the pile of fabric writhing on the ground.

"The Uther family sends their best regards. The Assassin raised his dagger and stabbed at Janet. It only takes one breath to complete this bounty mission. From the fabric, a red claw stretched out sharply, facing the sharp blade of the dagger. Only a shrill grinding sound was heard, accompanied by a burst of sparks, and the metal was defeated in front of the claws, and was tightly fixed in mid-air by the red palm, unable to move.

Janet stood up in a daze, only one of her eyes remained red, and the other had long since been dyed pure white. "Die, die, die!" she muttered, scorpion-like tails flashing past her ears, poking the assassin in the eyes again and again. "Die, die, die!" blood and brains trickled down his neck, over his silent chest and trembling legs, forming an ever-expanding stain on the gray carpet.

Janet let out a long sigh of relief, only to feel her body gradually gain control, and her hands and tail no longer tried to kill her. She greedily inhaled the icy air, even though it was mixed with the blood and stench of the dead. It took a lot of effort for her body to turn back into its original shape, sweat mixed with tears running down her face. Janet slumped into her chair, and the assassin's dagger slipped out of her hand and fell silently on the carpet next to the corpse.

She wept under her breath and remorsefully the urge to kill that welled up within her. She heard what appeared to be footsteps outside, probably from a patrolling orc guard, so she quickly stopped crying and wiped away her tears with the fragments of her sleeve. Looking at the assassin who fell in front of him, it was the process of killing him that unleashed the evil thoughts in his heart and calmed the fury of the red claws and tail. She constantly adjusts her breathing, trying to use her natural abilities. She found that everything was fine now, and no matter how much she changed, there was no sign of getting out of control.

She had heard that some of the Demon Descendants would sacrifice to the legendary Great Devils in order to gain great power, and what she was going through now was actually a sacrificial process. Janet wasn't interested in power, but thought it was all evil done by the devil's ancestors, and only such thoughts would make her feel better. She thought that the wedding was approaching, happiness was just around the corner, and no matter what, she couldn't let the impact of this matter expand. Janet doesn't want Siegel to know about this and has to find a solution in secret.

She forced herself to calm down, then crouched down to examine the Assassin's wounds. The scorpion's tail was almost as stabbed as a dagger, and it had turned the assassin's face into a large hole in tatters, and no one could see anything. Janet yelled at the guards and told the orc patrolmen to come quickly.

The attack on the lord's wife shocked the territory, and everyone became nervous. People couldn't help but rejoice in their luck, if it weren't for Janet's skills, maybe the assassin would have succeeded. On Janet's orders, the Assassin's body was burned to ashes, leaving only his dagger to be shown to him when Siegel returned. This matter cannot be told to the lord for the time being, so as not to affect his path to the top.

Fezak hired ten more mercenaries to keep watch around Janet's tent day and night for safety. But she didn't like to be surrounded in the middle and let Fezak send the mercenaries farther away, and she had another request that puzzled him.

"One-eyed Daddy, get me some cats. Janet said, "Even the best assassins can't hide from alert cats, they will protect me from evil." (To be continued......)

PS: Come on, come on, continue to write a book!