Compared to most of Ferrun, the Ionok Desert is gloomy and desolate all year round.

Even the intermittent baptism of war on the border not far to the southeast could not change the long silence and drought here, but like the occasional wind and sand across the desert, there lurked here a mania that seemed to explode at any moment.

Ancient creatures named Ferin Demon Aoi returned to the continent ten years ago with the appearance of the Netherworld, and they frequently roam the desert, and if they don't travel through a special road, the fate of such a group is terrible for travelers.

After several years of operation in the Netherworld City, the natives of this desert and some other forces were willing to submit to the command of the Netherworld Prince, and the frequency of Feilin Demon Aoi's activities was gradually reduced by the attack of the Nether, allowing the Netherlands to devote more energy to external expansion.

Now on the southeastern border of the Ionok Desert, Cormir and Sambia each have large territories in the hands of the Shadows, and the Floating City in the sky certainly has no desire to stop - their goal is to conquer the world, whether they can do it or not.

The veiled woman passed through the dark corridor, and the blue robe on her body had changed into a gauze dress at some point, and the transparent black hem rubbed against the cold ground, making an inaudible rustle, but then a hole appeared in the smooth wall of the corridor, and the footsteps of a bald man stepping out of it interrupted the whispering silence.

"Mr. Hosses?"

Beria Mayil stopped, his long, slightly curved eyebrows raised slightly, and turned to the man with a serious face, as if he was facing a man who owed him 300,000 gold coins: "Oh, you seem to be a little impatient. ”

"Of course, I had to be impatient. The bald man had a delicate tattoo carved on the corner of his right eye, so that with a straight face, he could see the glimmer of light flowing in the tattoo, which made the color of his right pupil slightly dim, and it looked even more unfathomable: "Lady Mayer, since you have returned, according to our prior agreement, should you give me something?" ”

"Return?" Beria raised his eyebrows again, as if feeling a little inexplicable, "Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't find the thing you were looking for, but thanks to your bomb, I saved me a lot of things." ”

"Didn't find it?" A palpable look of astonishment appeared on the face of the man known as Hossy, and he wanted to say something, but his face turned into silence as if he had some scruples.

Beria spread out her hands and made a regretful look, matching her elegant figure, which looked even more disappointing: "You must know, Mr. Hossi, the mad mage's lair is not my house, and there are a group of madman-like pursuers in Waterdeep City behind, so it is natural that they can't find it." ”

Stand to reason...... This passage naturally caused a dissatisfied look on the man's face, because of this unpleasantness, the tattoo under the right eye seemed to become darker.

"So, that's what it looks like. She pouted, "Farewell." ”

Belia did not continue to look at the man's face, but left it behind her as if she had thrown a ball of waste paper, and she walked through two more corridors, and a man in a black robe, with an equally meticulous appearance, appeared beside her with a dark shadow, his neckline embroidered with a delicate pattern—a pair of curved purple horns under the dark shar insignia.

"You deceived him, and that doesn't seem good. His complexion was gray and shadowy, and his strange breathing voice told others that it was a ghost, and his voice was pleasant, but with a smell that could not be refused: "Can you tell me why?"

"Why?oh, these descendants of Imasca have always wanted to take advantage of us, and God knows what they have in mind?" Beliameil smiled, took out the key of Isil Aaron, which shimmered green, and tossed it up and down, "Since they value this thing so much, there must be some reasons worth exploring, so there is no need to return it to them." ”

"Sounds reasonable. The ghost nodded, his eyes fixed on the green crystal, and a few doubts appeared in his pupils, and the curiosity born of this doubt made him agree with Belial's statement.

"That makes sense, Revaran. Although she was veiled, she could still see the smile on her face: "This group of guys who want to return to the country and want to go crazy, let them continue to dream, we can give them a hope, but don't be serious for them." Oh, but don't irritate them too much, after all, their bombs are still quite useful, and the operation wouldn't have been so successful without that thing. ”

"Good idea. Revaran Tanshur nodded approvingly, "By the way, did you really get what Your Majesty needs?"

"Of course it's true. Beria nodded, but confusion surfaced above the veil: "But I don't know what the use of such an old man's corpse is. ”

Revaran shook his head: "We don't need to think about these things, Your Majesty has a point. ”

"By the way, it seems that your opinion has been getting less and less valued by that adult lately. Beria abruptly changed the subject: "It is impossible to have a full faith in any god, this is really the original sin of the arcanist." ”

"Your Majesty does not need complete conversion. A sharp line flashed in Revaran's eyes: "All they need is their strength to expand the light of the Divine Emblem, this is enough, no matter what they think, this city cannot be separated from His Majesty's command, this is a predestined thing." ”

"I'm very confident, but when I came, I heard that a prince had bad luck, wouldn't you mind telling me about it?"

"Oh, dear Brainus didn't know what bad luck he had, digging up a ruin, being plotted by a wizard of unknown origin, and now crawling back from another dimension, but he accidentally entered a dangerous place when he escaped, and was seriously injured. Revaran smiled, "It is estimated that it will take a long time to rest." ”

"Is that so?" Beria smiled, "It's funny, then, now that the matter is done, are there any other tasks I have given me to do?"

"Absolutely. Revaran coughed lightly, his expression more solemn as he followed the topic, "Our father's last creation has grown to the age of intelligent maturity. ”

"The creature of Teramante?" the woman's tone was unceremoniously, as the chosen people of Shar, of course she could not use honorific titles on anyone, this was the authority given to her by the divine emblem, she pondered the word for a moment, and the corners of her eyes suddenly jumped: "You mean Alexia?"

Revaran nodded, "Yes, Your Majesty thinks that there should be someone in charge of teaching her our doctrines. ”

"It can't be. Beliamin denied without hesitation, and so did her demeanor: "Revaran, you know what your father has made, and her nature makes it impossible for her to be educated by any god. ”

"Neither I nor Your Majesty expected her to be educated. Revaran maintained that pleasant tone: "I just hope that she will continue to be infected by her as she grows up, and guide her destiny in a proper way, so that her existence will be beneficial to Your Majesty, I feel that you are very suitable, you know, that little fellow hates me and my priests." ”

"Oh, so you think I'm good at pleasing children?" Beria stroked the long hair around her cheek.

"Who knows?" Revaran's eyes flickered, "Importantly, I feel that Lord Father really seems to have the idea of freeing this city from His Majesty's shroud, and the birth of Alexia is a sign that he still hasn't gotten rid of some of the vices inherent in the Arcanists, which is obviously a serious mistake, and as an apostle who conveys His Majesty's will to the city, we should help him correct this mistake." ”

Beria thought for a moment, then nodded.

On the outside of the corridor that she had forgotten, a bald-headed tattooed man named Hosis had a gloomy face, and behind him, stood two men in khaki robes, whose faces were mostly hidden under their hoods compared to Hosses, but they also had a tattoo on their faces, only in a slightly different position and shape, and one tall and one short, the short one's chest was clearly protruding, it was a woman:

"Hosis, the woman didn't find the 'key'?"

"She said she didn't find ......" Hosis had a gloomy expression, and took out a colorless and transparent crystal, which shone with a faint bright light, which he squeezed tightly in his hand, and quickly took it back: "But she is lying to me!

The two men in yellow robes fell silent.

But Hosis did not give up, and continued to complain angrily: "We have found the organizational veins of those damned grave keepers, as long as we continue to track down, it will not be difficult to find the fragments of other keys and Pendram's seal, even if it is the lair of Helast, we are not without the ability to go in and explore, I warned the Prophet that cooperating with these ghosts will inevitably be fooled, and behold, now my prophecy has been fulfilled! We are fooled like a bunch of idiots by this group of inhuman monsters!"

"Uh...... Calm down, Hosses. The woman coughed, the look on her lips expressing her displeasure: "The Prophet's decisions have always been right, or he has other plans." ”

"Is there another plan, to expose the keys that were not known to the gods, or to give away the inheritance in our hands one by one?" ”

A man and a woman behind him looked at each other a few times, exchanged a few glances, and the woman coughed again: "Pay attention to the words, Hossy, the prophet has been guiding us, even if there are occasional mistakes, we can't doubt his wisdom in this way, not to mention that since you have warned him, then he may have already calculated this result, perhaps this is also part of the plan." ”

"Hell part, all I know is that under his plan, we're giving away the Empire's greatest secret. Hosis gasped, his eyes were red with tattoos, and it took a long time to calm down: "Okay, maybe our prophet has always been right, but this time he is undoubtedly wrong, our plan to restore the kingdom cannot be in vain for such a mistake, from now on, to hell with the prophet, I will complete the revival of the empire in my own way." ”

"Horseies......" The yellow-robed man, who had not spoken, spoke in a low tone.

"Don't stop me, if these ghosts know the mystery of the key, and even the key in my hand will be taken away by them, our secret will be more likely to be exposed, and I can't stay here anymore. Hosis took two steps forward, turned around and raised a hand, pointing his finger at the two men in yellow: "A word of advice, keep your eyes open, the prophet may not be as reliable as you think." ”

"You ......" The yellow-robed man lifted one foot, but was grabbed by the woman: "Renas, this is a betrayal of the prophet, he will take a small half of our manpower, as well as that part of the key." ”

The woman didn't answer, just waited quietly for Hosis to go away, and then shook her head slightly: "Everything is within the prophet's calculations. ”

"Counted?" the yellow-robed man closed his mouth, and the color of the tattoo changed slightly.

(To be continued)