“...... In order to survive, the lower elves of Laresia began to call out their former savior, the spider-god Queen Rose, with bloody living sacrifice rituals...... In the crypt of Laresia, the elves erected Rose's altar, and after sacrificing tens of thousands of young elves and adult elves to the altar, Rose reappeared and made a pact with the elves, and Rose blessed (or cursed) the elves in the crypt of Taresia, and the elves paid tribute to Rose with blood, violence, and absolute worship...... After receiving Rose's blessing, the Taresian Elves mutated into a subspecies of Elves that were different from the Gwendrin Elves and the First Elves, and changed the name of their race to Drow. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 "The Descendants of Gwendline," by Hettrotcher K. Greyger

was interrupted by Beata like this, and everyone unconsciously began to talk about the customs and anecdotes of various parts of the mainland.

Yishu Mountain, Liansheng Lake, North Bloom, Eternal Fall Cliff...... These place names, which usually only appear in the poems of bards, are brought up one by one. And behind every name, there is one or several, maybe it's terrifying, maybe it's touching, maybe it's a bloody story. And these stories are even more interesting when told from people like Harradik or Hanlon, who have traveled all over the continent. This made Beata, who grew up in a secluded southern territory, relish it, and her big round eyes revealed a leisurely look.

The excitement lasted until the shimmering moss outside the hotel began to fade, and the sound of a horn throughout the cave of Azonica interrupted the heated discussion, and announced the arrival of a bustling and lively night in Azonica. The hotel's maid began to get busy in the back kitchen, while Hanlon invited Haredith to join them for dinner. Thinking that he would have to travel with these people for more than a month, Harradik did not refuse and gladly accepted Hanlon's invitation.

Soon the servants and cooks filled the long table with a sumptuous dinner, and the knights took their seats, and the dinner began after Hanlon, who was seated on the throne, had a toast and a welcome to Haredith.

"Even if I die to-morrow, I will celebrate today as if I were victorious!" was Sir MacDonald's famous quote. During the War of Kings, the Knights of the Thorn Shield led by Sir Macdonald were defeated by the Ramsay family, leaving only a ruined castle as its last stronghold. So that evening, Sir Macdonald took out all the stock in the castle, feasted his knights for the last meal, and said the famous saying. The next day, the Knights of the Thorn Shield miraculously defeated the Ramsay family, who were many times stronger than them, and achieved a crucial victory that turned the war around, and finally established the second royal family of the human kingdom. From then on, noise, singing and rye beer became the eternal theme of the knight's table.

Yusna and the other waitresses carried plates from table to chair and crowd, bringing a steady stream of grilled sausages and toasted bread coated with chunks of cheese to the table, and empty wine glasses were filled again and again. And the clamor and laughter of the knights at the table that almost shook the entire roof never ceased.

Halfway through the dinner, Burke returned to the hotel with a woman's scented powder, which caused a burst of laughter and teasing from everyone, pushing the atmosphere of the dinner to the climax. Everyone was happy with each other, and even Haredik, who had never liked alcohol, was strangled by Xiuqi and drunk hard.

Unlike the bustling lobby, the second floor of the hotel is cold and quiet, and the floors and walls made of soundproofed perches keep the noise from the outside, and everything that happens inside the house can remain in the house forever. ...,

With a crisp "pong", a Richards VI era enamel was slammed to the ground by Blake, who then turned and ripped a Silke painting from the frame and tore it to pieces. The next thing that suffered was a soft chair next to him, which was kicked out by Blake and slammed into the wall.

In this large and beautifully decorated bedroom, young Blake smashed almost anything in the room that could move to the ground like a red-eyed bull. On the other side of the room, Baroness Miles, who had just returned to the hotel from outside, was sitting elegantly in a chair, watching her son with a blank face as he used the relics left behind by his husband, venting the anger that had been held back for an afternoon.

With a wave of her hand, the baroness motioned for the frightened pale waitress behind her to step aside, and the waitress immediately fled from the bedroom as if she had been granted amnesty. At the same time, Blake finally smashed the last intact item in the bedroom, and stood in the center of the room panting and looking at the mess all around, his pale face flushed.

At this time, the baroness chuckled and snorted, and said leisurely, "Is it enough to be angry?"

"No!" Blake immediately turned his head and yelled at his mother with a hideous expression, "Why! Why! Mommy, why did you let that damn elf bitch stay! He insulted me! insulted your only son!"

In the face of her son's roar, the baroness did not feel angry at all but said indifferently: "Early tomorrow morning, you will have to go and apologize to Hanlon and the knight named Fissifer. ”

"What!" Blake looked at the Baroness in disbelief with wide eyes, and then shouted as if he had been wronged, "Apologize! Why should I apologize?! I did something wrong! I was insulted by an elven! Don't you care about it! Don't you feel sorry for your only son? Mommy!"

The Baroness smiled softly and said, "Child, of course you have done nothing wrong, and I am not unsympathetic to you. But you will be the future Lord of the Dawn, the ruler of the Middle Way, and the heir of the Duandon family, and it's time for you to learn something. ”

The Baroness patted the place beside her and motioned for Blake to come and sit down, then took his hand and continued: "The world is not always smooth sailing, we can do as we please, sometimes we have to make some forbearance and concessions to some things, to some people. Take the knight named Fisciff, you are his master, you want to scold him, you want to whip him, that is your power, your freedom. But now you have to restrain some of that power, because we need these knights to keep us safe, and we need these knights to stand up and protect us when the beasts or the inhuman aliens want to harm us. So if we want these knights to work for us, we have to give them a little respect, even if it's superficial. And that elf ......"

"I don't like him!" Blake immediately exclaimed.

"You don't need to like it, you just need to take advantage of it. Just like I don't like the country knights who smell of horses and don't have an education to make trouble all day, but like I said earlier, we need their protection for our lives, and they do a good job. The Baroness sat down peacefully in her chair and looked at the fiery little lion and whispered, "It is more than a month to travel from here to the Ueld, and we need this spirit to show us a way forward in the barren mountains full of beasts and poisonous insects." And when we arrive in the Uald, what to do with this elf when it loses its usefulness, that is your freedom, you can kill it to relieve his hatred, or you can reward him with a few gold coins and let him go, who knows if we will use it in the future? This is your right, your freedom. ”...,

Baroness Miles held Blake's white cheeks, looked at his blue eyes lovingly, and whispered, "My dear child, you have beautiful eyes, eyes that belong to Du Evilden, and not that vulgar and short man. You will become the Lord of the Middle Way, the Lord of Dawn, and this will be your first lesson: how to take advantage of someone you hate. ”

Blake looked at his mother, lowered his head and pondered for a moment, slowly stood up and took a deep breath, and then said in a very contrived king-like majestic tone: "I understand my mother, so now, I forgive that damned gray elf for his offense to me for the time being, and allow him to stay by my side and continue to serve us." But when I reach the Uard, when the damned elf loses his usefulness, I will chop him to pieces with a broadsword, grind him into meat sauce with a stone mill, and throw him to my hounds as fodder for them!"

The Baroness laughed, very pleased and happy, and she looked at her son and said proudly, "This is my son, this is the child of the Duandon family. ”

The next day, just after dawn, Hareddik was dragged out of bed by Xiuqi to participate in a discussion meeting, he was not good at drinking, he had a splitting headache due to his hangover last night, and his originally shrewd brain was now clouded. Hareddick propped his head with his hands, and felt that no matter what everyone around him said, there was a shrill buzz, and he only wanted to go back to the quiet and comfortable bed and get a good night's sleep

When Hanlon saw the virtue of their guide, he motioned for one of his knights to take out a box of incense and shake it under Hareddic's nose, the pungent smell of the incense made Hareddic's cloudy head sober up a little, and after pouring a few bowls of vegetable juice, Hareddick came back to his senses a little.