crown of stars

Chapter 32

Sam blinked, his eyes shifted to the priest of Milwyn, and he was immediately surprised by Beatrice.

"You are so beautiful." The halfling praised sincerely, and the priest gave him a big smile without hesitation.

"Well... I still think Grace in my hometown is more beautiful. You are like a rose, and she is like an apple on the tree. Apple pie is my favorite." The halfling said without any thought, and the priest of Milwyn pulled down face.

No woman enjoys hearing a man praise another woman in her presence, least of all in the presence of a priest of Eros.Milwin is the goddess of love and beauty. There is no doubt that her followers are symbols of beauty, whether in appearance or figure, enough to cause commotion in any place.She has never seen the Grace that Halfling said, but she must be more beautiful than Grace.

The pastor finally remembered the reason for her to go down the stairs, and sat down next to the silver-haired young man.Messiah turned his head in a slight arc, and his long hair shimmered.

Beatrice opened her blue cat eyes wide, taking in the movement of the young man beside her without blinking.

The silver-haired young man drank the wine in the wooden cup in one gulp, as if what he drank was not the strongest wine in the castle, but clear water.His pale, almost transparent face didn't even have a trace of red, which indicated that he had a good drinking capacity.Her silver-like long hair was not tied up with an intricately embroidered headband, but hung freely on her shoulders, half-covering her slightly pointed ears.

Is it an elf?The priest of Milwyn thought excitedly that the rumored Elf King Elwey was amazingly handsome and had a pair of pointed ears.After the love story between Teresa, Countess of Dragon and Lion, and the Elf King spread around the world with the mouth of bards, meeting an elf has become the dream of all women (and perhaps individual men), whether married or unmarried .

"Hello." Beatrice said tentatively, with a girlish shyness on her face at the right time.

Messiah frowned, the aura of the beautiful woman beside him made him a little concerned.Just like the drow priestess I met when I was still wandering in the dark area, the body and soul were fragile, but there was an invisible channel that broke through the limitations of the plane and connected to a higher level of life.Behind the drow stood Rose, the Spider Queen, and this woman had faint traces of another powerful god.

With his strength, it is not enough to pry into the reality of that person.

There are many gods in this world, and not all of them are malicious to people.The power on the pastor was warm and soft, not aggressive, and the Messiah acquiesced in sitting beside her.

"Hmm." Messiah squeezed out a gasp from his throat.

The young man's indifference did not make the priest of Milwin retreat, but instead aroused a stronger competitive spirit.

"Are you going to hunt down the frost giants on the ice field?" She said, her voice was sweet and smooth, "I happened to be asked by Lord Viscount to contribute to the people here. I have some news here, maybe is what you need."

Gathering information before departure is a must.Of course, Messiah can drive the wind to serve him. The common sense he learned from the castle made him try to blend in with the crowd, and exchanging information with people became a must.He had no choice but to let the priest of Milwin sit next to him, and the warm and soft touch passed through the thin silk shirt to his perennially cold skin.

It is certainly pleasing to the eye and the eye when a handsome man and a beautiful woman are together, but when one party does not respond and the other party is not half conscious, it begins to affect the appetite.

"I remember that the construction of the newly built Mirwin Temple in the castle started after you came." Turin took a sip of wine, and the leaked wine flowed down his long beard and dripped on the table. Small puddles.The stubborn and tenacious dwarves easily avoided the priest's charm. Coupled with some bold rumors about Pastor Milwin, the impression of the priest next to the Messiah was greatly reduced.

"Mirwin's delicate pastor should stay in the temple, take a bath in the hot spring full of roses every day, smear his body with tangy ointment, and then wear expensive purple silk robes, so that the nobles in the court will be fascinated Upside down. The temple in the castle is about to be built, what are you doing here if you're not staying there?"

"Oh, that's just a common people's misunderstanding." Beatrice defended softly, without any anger on her face, "When necessary, they can also heal people's wounds, and like the bravest knights, they can fight for the interests of the people. On the front line. I am very glad that the Viscount entrusted me with this important task and is here with you."

"I'm also very glad to meet you." The halfling said happily, "One more person is more strength, let alone such a beautiful young lady."

What the halfling said was not wrong. Putting aside personal prejudice, Pastor Milwin, who was interviewed by the viscount, may indeed have more sources of information.The dwarf pouted and put down his glass.

"If you have any news, tell it." Messiah finally came to a conclusion.

The pastor who succeeded showed a bright smile, and made a "V" silently in his heart.

Nigel returned to the room with the huge sapphire in his arms.

The small room of the mage apprentice was a bit messy, and various objects were placed together in a strange order, and the small workbench was submerged in piles of books and scrolls.Nigel could even smell ink and parchment on the tip of his nose as he sat down.

He picked up the carving knife and carefully peeled off a small piece from it. After several polishing procedures, he inserted it into a silver ring setting that had been cast long ago.This was his first work, and it looked pretty good, better than Areven's and Edwin's.Red Robe Ansair asked them to make a spell ring to test their skills in making magic items.

This skill is very important for mages.In battle, spell slots are always limited, and a ring with spells is likely to turn the tide of battle.The era of chaos and hustle and bustle is not far away, and Ansair is particularly strict with his three apprentices, so as not to die somewhere in the future for no apparent reason.

In addition, it has another meaning.The research of a mage always requires a large number of precious materials, some even more precious than an equal weight of gold.Every time an experiment is done, it is no exaggeration to say that it is burning money.Therefore, mages are always racking their brains to find ways to make money.Attaching one or two small spells to a beautiful and bright ring, and then selling it to nobles at a high price, has become an unspoken invisible rule in the center of the mage industry.

The half-elf estimated the date, and the postman would probably be coming to the Kolari Valley soon.The Messiah had sent him too many presents, and he hadn't even returned one.He intends to give the first magic ring he made to that powerful alien creature.

Although in terms of the strength of that alien creature, he probably doesn't need this thing.

The gemstone as big as a fingernail changes with the light, and the cornflower blue interior emits a deep and restrained brilliance.The silver particles contained in it are like stars embellishing the night, which is extremely beautiful.It is really hard to imagine that it is still the creation of a sorcerer's apprentice, and if it is sold in a jewelry store in a southern city, it will definitely be delivered to a certain noble immediately.

Nigel held the ring, closed his eyes, tried his best to mobilize the long-silent spiritual energy in his body, and slowly poured it into the ring.

Ansair once strictly prohibited half-elves from learning psionic powers, but after all, he personally allowed Nigel to interact with the Eye of Prophecy, so in the wings of the raven, there is another way to use psionic powers No wonder.

With his eyes closed, he mobilized all his imagination to outline a complex structure in the air, using his utmost will to make those blurred structures clear bit by bit.until you can see the tiny bends in each line.The ring made a slight crisp sound, which fell in the ears of the half-elf whose senses were infinitely magnified, undoubtedly louder than thunder.He couldn't wait to cut off the transmission of psionic energy, allowing them to flow back into his dry heart.

The ring didn't seem to have changed much, only a layer of shimmer covered the gemstone, which was easily drowned out, and the unwary would only think that it was the light refracted by the gemstone itself.But Nigel knew he had succeeded.

Exhaustion hits overwhelmingly.

The doorbell rang three times regularly, and the half-elf squinted his eyes and got up from the workbench, and stuffed the ring into the pocket of his robe.

The constructed servant made by the red robe stood quietly at the door. Seeing Nigel's shadow appearing at the door, he mechanically made a voice from the steel head: "Master invites you to go to him."

Nigel didn't get to the bottom of it, and followed the footsteps of the construction servant silently all the way.

Ansair waited in the lounge, looking not in a good mood.A silver cup fell to the floor, and the spilled wine stained a large area of ​​the carpet.The red-robed mage never drank alcohol, and neither Ariven nor Nigel had the habit of making a scene.Apparently, Edwin, who claimed to be the only heir to the earl, had just arrived and had a big fight with Ansair.

"Nigel." The red-robed mage closed his eyes and looked tired. He picked up a document from his hand, "I need your help with something. Send this to the Mage Association and give it to Kerwin, who you often Ask Your Excellency the Eye of Prophecy."

Nigel glanced at the sealed letter, wisely not asking about the contents.

The Tower Spirit of the Mage Tower summoned the Constructed Servant, and the thick-haired pony had been waiting under the tower for a long time.Facing the falling snowflakes, Nigel stepped on the horse without saying a word, and ran straight to Winter Castle along the road in his memory.Two rows of shallow horseshoe prints stretched from the mage tower to the distance.

For two years, I don't know what the Messiah is doing.

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