"Soul Furnace?" Dearlando repeated, "doesn't sound like a good thing, what's the use?"

Fayle opened his mouth but didn't spit out a word, and he felt his throat tighten as he remembered the stench of burnt human flesh in the air as the soul furnace burned, and the endless wails of the sacrifices. Gray memories quickly rushed into his mind, bringing a disgusting stench from the dark corners where they had been hidden.

The Soul Forges are large, off-white, inverted triangle devices with a metallic sheen, typically ranging in height from thirty to fifty feet. It is strangely erected in the center of all the cities of Bran, and has become a symbol of every city.

Each soul forge bears the sigil or inscription of each city sheriff, and underneath the imprint is a trapdoor that can be opened. Those who enter the trapdoor never survive.

Unlike people like Fayer, who were born with a gift for magic, most ordinary Brans had to engage in various productions in order to gain the right to live. Each region has strict regulations on population, occupation, gender, and materials to be handed in. If it can't be done, then the people of this region will be punished.

As an apprentice mage, Fayle once traveled to a city to collect magical materials as an apprentice mage. One of them is the tail feathers of the rainbow bird, and the scale powder extracted can be used as a chromogenic agent for shorthand potions. However, due to the indiscriminate hunting and killing in the previous year, the second year could not make up the part that needed to be handed over.

The sheriff arranged the punishment ceremony on the spot in front of the tribute collection team. All the inhabitants were driven to the square, and those with the fewest feathers were sacrificed and thrown into the trapdoor of the Soul Furnace.

There was no firewood, no flames, but you could hear the screams of the sacrifices, you could smell the meat being cooked and even burned, and you could see the grayish-white cold metal gradually reddening and brightening.

When the entire furnace is completely incandescent golden-red, the body and soul of the sacrifice are incinerated to the ground, and in exchange, thirty bright red rainbow bird tail feathers, which are the part that the sacrifice has underpaid, appear in the trapdoor on the other side of the furnace.

It wasn't the most horrific and bloody thing Fayer had ever seen, but the effect of the deterrent punishment he inflicted in front of a few thousand people was impressive. Human life is not as cheap as a few feathers, this is the daily life of ordinary people in Bran.

"Hey?" Diarlando snapped his fingers twice in front of Fayel, awakening the mage who had fallen into a memory. "What's the point?"

"A conversion device, made from living people, can be converted into anything you need. The more precious you are, the more raw materials you have to put in. I always thought that this thing was based on the magic of the Demon Dragon King, but I didn't expect someone in Turanda to try to make it. Could it be ...... As long as it's the dragon's magic power, you can make it run?" said Fayle with a sneer, looking at Diarlando and the young dragon.

"Such an evil and terrible thing!" Deirlando's face immediately turned ugly, anger welling up over his handsome face, and the lead alloy component that was clutched in his hand was immediately pinched and twisted.

"What kind of thing like you have? What kind of person is capable of making such a thing? Will you make it?" Diarlandor, who had lost the twisted metal, took a breath, tried to calm himself, and turned to ask Fayle.

"Unfortunately, we have it in every city. And I won't make such a thing, and the way to make it is only for the absolutely loyal royal sword-wielding man. I now wonder if the Dragon King has placed men all over your country. ”

Fayer continued to sneer and answer Deirlando's question. If that's the case, no matter how hard Dirrando tries, the victory won't be on Turanda's side.

"I'm not going to let them succeed, and now that I've found out, I'm going to wipe out their entire gang. Diarrando replied to Fayer's words with a serious face. Then re-close the open box to prevent anyone from finding traces of intrusion.

Fayl didn't continue to say anything, but pointed to the location of his finger: "There seems to be some magic fluctuation in the upper right corner here. Judging from the location, it's also the captain's room, guess it's the woman's room?"

On the upper deck, there were people walking around all the time, and although there was no one in the captain's room, there were patrolling crew members outside the door, almost every ten minutes. If you sneak through the gate, it is very easy to be spotted.

Dearlando looked up at the ceiling, found a gap and shoved Reseth inside, and after a few moments, he grabbed the mage's arm and said, "Whoever it is, go up and see it!"

Fayle felt a flash in front of him, and when he looked closely, he realized that he had arrived in a large, richly decorated room. If it weren't for the shaking waves reminding him that he was still on board, he would almost have been mistaken for a room in some aristocratic mansion.

Dearlando bent down to pick up Rises, who had slipped through a crack in the floor, placed it on his shoulder, and walked around. The room was divided into two parts, and they were in the bedroom, where portraits hung everywhere except for a large ornate carved bed and a wardrobe vanity cabinet of the same style.

Ryses glowed a faint white light, allowing the two to read the contents of the portrait. There are more than 20 portraits of different styles, large and small, all of which depict the same woman, a petite and plump woman with black hair.

She has white and flawless skin, as delicate and smooth as a freshly shelled egg. There are longing eyes, one black and one blue, looking at the picture with affection in different portraits, and it seems that they will come out of the painting at any time to communicate with you.

"Like...... It's a beauty, but she looks very young, no more than eighteen years old, and can lead a fleet to trade around?"

"See what I found?" Fayer had already set out to find the source of the magic fluctuations while Deirlandor was busy looking at the paintings. After rummaging through the vanity cabinet, he found the mechanism in the vanity cabinet next to the bed, and in the third drawer there was a secret cabinet, and there was a mechanism lock on top of the secret cabinet.

"Unlock it. Diarrando looked at it, "What a baby, there is actually a trap lock, let me come~" was about to push away Fayer to show his skills, when suddenly a trace of uneasiness hit him.

Diarlando stopped his movements, listened to the dragon's perception for a moment, and then his face changed greatly, and he pulled Fayl and said, "Quick, Achilli is in danger, pass us to find him!"

Although Fayle didn't know why, he immediately aimed at the magical anchor he had left on Achille's horse, and burned a teleportation scroll, teleporting the two out.

Before recovering from the teleportation process, Fayle heard several dense crashes around him. When he recovered, Shili opened his eyes to see that the thin shield conjured by Deirlando's magic sword was covering the two of them, and a gray, slender creature like a snake swirled around, constantly hitting the shield.

Fayl read a wind shield and pushed it out on top of the close-fitting shield, then added a burst spell, and a huge magical shockwave spread out from where the two were standing, slamming the flying creatures into the air.

Achille was at the feet of the two of them, crushed under the little yellow pony, half covered in blood. The little yellow horse gasped roughly, but as more and more blood poured out of the huge wound on his neck, his bright and warm eyes gradually lost their lustre.

Deirrando watched as the grey flying snakes that had been driven away by Fayer scattered like sand, but soon regrouped, finally understanding the true nature of the monsters that had attacked the caravan.

It was a myriad of slender hair-like things, tangled and knotted into long strips and clinging to a pair of gray-white metal gums, teeth constantly opening and closing as if they wanted to swallow everything around them.

As soon as it was impacted, the slender filaments spread out and the metal gums fell to the ground. But then the filaments will regroup and cling to it, and it will regain its vitality, hovering and dancing to continue its attack.

"What the hell is this!" shouted Fayle and Dearlando.

"Huh...... Isn't it Bran's?" Diarlando looked at Fayer in surprise, Fayl crouched down to check Achille's injury, and said angrily, "Even if we are rich in monsters, it doesn't mean that all monsters belong to our country." I've never heard of this stuff!"

"How's Achille?" said Dearlando, observing the way the monster flew, and asked the boy worriedly. Fayl pulled Achille's body out from under the horse and examined it, and there was a small cut in his waist that was gushing blood, but fortunately he didn't bite through his belly.

"Small problem, can't die. Fayer raised his hand and summoned a small ball of flame directly against the wound, cauterizing the wound with high heat to stop the bleeding urgently. Achille screamed in pain and woke up to see Diarrando and Fayle shouting, "Boss...... The master ...... and fainted again.

"You protect him, I'll kill these flying ones. Deirlandor motioned for Fair to open his shield, which he turned back into a sword. Diarlandor, who had already seen through the way monsters fly, shot all the targets of the strange metal gums this time.

The glowing white sword activated the magic, and everywhere it passed, all the metal on the heads of the flying monsters was directly vaporized. The remaining filaments lost their attachments and began to scatter in search of other members of their kind, continuing to gather.

"Leave a study!" Fayer watched as the battle drew to a close, reminding Dirlando not to kill them all.

"I want you to say, how do you catch this thing?" Diarlando kept chopping the long filaments, burning them shorter and shorter, and finally Zuihou was left with a section more than a foot long, and turned left and right with a piece of herbivore-like metal teeth, trying to escape.

The young dragon that had been perched on Deirlando's shoulder suddenly opened its mouth and spat out a balloon of water, accurately enveloping the monster flying up and down.

The water balloon quickly formed into an ice lump and slammed into the grass with the monster.