The guest room of the Chestnut Carl Stew Tavern is just a two-story basement, very simple, with no decoration or furnishings at all. But it was spacious, clean, well ventilated, and the floor was covered with furs and straw. The Firestone Tribe trades with humans all year round and pays great attention to many details. In such an orderly place, you can also find bathrooms and washrooms with well water supply. As long as you are willing to pay, you can still have a good rest.
Griffith took care of himself and sat on a pile of hay, rubbing the bone ring:
"Minos, if a battle breaks out, how long will it take for you to assemble your troops?"
The bone ring responded to him: "Minos detected that there is a large amount of living matter nearby, which can create an army. Minos suggested injecting energy in advance and creating small-scale troops on standby. Minos can arrange for them to perform simple repetitive tasks , awaiting your further orders."
"What about the distance?"
"Under the current conditions, troops within a range of no more than three thousand meters will strictly implement Minos and your instructions. Beyond this range, they may lose control and be attracted to flesh and blood for prey."
Griffith thought for a while and asked Minos to first create some living corpses to lurk. Then, he raised another question:
"Are the rings of the Blood Warrior and Shadow Priest also made by Mr. Hermit? How much do you know? What is their ability?"
"Minos doesn't know the abilities of Ruche and Zultira, but he can be sure that each magic ring has completely different abilities, and they are all created by Mr. Hermit."
Mr. Hermit created these nine magic rings to give different powers to the participants. Each one is likely to have extraordinary powers in different ways...
Griffith leaned against the wall and thought. There was a certain degree of chance that he obtained the Bone Ring Minos. The five people who entered the sewers to fight that day were probably within the prediction range of Mr. Hermit. Anyone who got it was an expected result. Since then, the bone ring has regained its power by continuously absorbing source matter and materials, which can only be regarded as a fee that must be paid to use the ring.
Neither Mr. Hermit nor Minos claimed the cost of obtaining the value itself, as if it were free.
The free one must be the most expensive.
Griffith was wary, but now he couldn't do without Minos' assistance. In a series of adventures, if it weren't for the frost, blood and undead runes, he would have long ago... No, if it weren't for Minos, Griffith would have made his final call in the battle of Baron Anselm.
Griffith had bad thoughts.
Even after leaving the cruel front line, the cruel quality of the layers of conspiracy behind the seemingly safe rear has not diminished at all. Without the bone ring, he would not have been able to leave the Whispering Forest alive, so what would have happened to Galadia during the incident in Canaan a few days ago... Sidious, although he has always shown that he hates me and talks back, But he actually handed his sister and Hanguang into my hands. What arrangements would he make if I wasn't there...
Bad thoughts came to him one after another, and Griffith rolled on the hay mat with his head in his hands as he thought about a lot of them.
"Griffith? What are you doing?" Galadia opened the small door and walked in, just in time to see the knight-to-be rolling around on the hay, "Making the bed?"
She was wearing a sleeveless thin shirt, and there were drops of water on her bare arms. The trousers and boots he wore during the trip had been taken off, the light green skirt was short, and a pair of white and smooth long legs walked past Griffith without warning.
"The well water here is quite cool," the elf girl sat down next to Griffith and took out a towel to wipe her long hair. "Would you like to take a shower too?"
Griffith only felt the faint fragrance brushing through his soul, and his slim curves were vaguely visible under the shirt and the moonlight. A ball of flame burned in his chest, making him feel like he could turn into a fire dragon and burn down the town at any time.
"What's wrong?" Seeing that the prospective knight had no reaction, Galadia leaned closer to him, "You shouldn't be thinking about something like this or that, right?"
You are so perceptive! Griffith was exposed and almost confessed. He rubbed his forehead:
"I'll prepare a room for you."
"Let a beautiful elf girl sleep alone in a place full of scary orcs?" The elf lady came over and gently tapped the back of his hand with her fingers.
How to make the same plot as this book! Griffith immediately shook his head: "So, share a room with Aslante?"
"We'll fight in five minutes."
"Then, then, I'll sleep in the corridor and watch outside..."
"Are you going to agree to the orc's request and help him fight in the arena?" Miss Elf shook her head, "What if you don't rest~"
You're right, but there's no way I can rest well while you're here! Griffith turned his head and saw the fragrant shoulders and white arms that could not be covered by the shirt, as well as the pair of jade-like long legs tightly clamped under the hem of the skirt, and his mind went blank.
Galadia rubbed herself against Griffith, leaning completely into his arms, and her heart-tugging soft voice echoed in her heart: "I'll be an adult in a few days."
"Emmm..." These words had many meanings, and Griffith couldn't help but guess the boldest path.
"Perhaps, the orc has prepared a conspiracy, and a group of enemies will besiege us later."
After hearing this, Griffith shook his head: "Don't worry, I'm already prepared. As a last resort, I will mobilize the zombie tide to attack this town to create opportunities. Of course, if I can use something less eye-catching, way to leave, it's better not to use the zombie tide.
"Assisting Brunave will bring some dangers, but together with Aslante, we are very sure of winning. Letting him seize the position of clan leader is the most controllable plan, which can increase my strength in the clan alliance. Allies can also reduce the risk of intensified blockades and searches in the event that the Baroque patriarch is still in power.”
Griffith has already thought about this question. As his strength increased, he became more and more inclined to use proactive offensive strategies to open up situations, and now that the gods were beginning to compete, he urgently needed to improve his strength.
The orcs keep their promises. If there is a leader of the orc clan alliance as an ally, and the territory still occupies the transportation artery, there will be many things that can work in the future.
"You're here again..."
For some reason, Miss Elf chuckled and complained, sat up and gently pulled his shoulders.
Griffith fell down obediently and rested his head on Galadia's lap.
oh--! The feeling is different, Sonia's is softer and Galadia's is more elastic!
Miss Elf gently stroked his hair, slid her fingers across his cheeks, and pressed his forehead.
"Stop thinking so wildly and go to bed early."
"Well," Griffith nodded, "when things get to this point, we can only live in such a simple underground house..."
"I don't care~" The girl pinched his ear, "I'm very satisfied to be able to leave safely with you."
"I mean, well, if it wasn't such a critical situation," Griffith stared at the roof made of mud and wood with wide eyes, and muttered, "If conditions are met, I feel like there is something above my head. It would be better to have a glass window where you can see the starry sky, with a fine wool blanket underneath."
"Well, not bad~" the girl nodded, "What else?"
besides? What else? Why else? Griffith was stunned for a moment and started thinking hard:
"Candles, lots of white candles, um, and roses?"
"Yeah, what else is there?"
"A bottle of red wine, um, I'll bring out the best moonshine! Oh, by the way, and a chestnut cake."
"Well, it deserves praise, although the chestnut cake can be dispensed with," Galadia's bright eyes seemed to have a wave of autumn water in her eyes, "What else?"
Why else? Do I have a magic bottle that can conjure up all things? Griffith shook his head in confusion, indicating that he had entered a knowledge blind spot.
"There should also be a big bathtub filled with hot water, sprinkled with rose petals, and there should be candles next to it." The girl raised her head and imagined, "You can't give up the rose essential oil."
Well, we really can’t give up...
When Griffith woke up, the faint morning light shone in through the small window. He turned his head and found Galadia lying next to him, breathing softly. The morning sun shone on her body, giving her waist-length hair and long white legs a pale golden glow.
There was a faint smile on her pretty face, and she didn't know what beautiful dream she was immersed in. She was lying on her side, the curve under her slender waist formed a pleasing arc, and her smooth long legs were gently rubbing...
Griffith took a deep breath and muttered a mysterious and powerful name in his heart:
"Sidious Villanoy, although I don't know your true intentions yet, I am willing to give you the highest title. When we meet next time, I will call you -
"Brother-in-law, yes."
…
Today is August 19, 1444 in the Second Age, the second day after a group of people arrived at the Firestone Tribe.
Amid martial law and blockade, orcs, half-orcs, trolls, humans, and even dwarves and other races from all directions came to the arena to welcome the solemn and sacred second season of Uruhai that year.
A goblin shouted from the stands with a metal microphone:
"Three scumbags from God knows where."
Griffith walked into the preliminaries arena with Brunave and Aslante. It doesn't look very formal here. It's just an open space surrounded by a grocery store, stables and garbage dumps. Spectators of various sizes sat on the roof, eating fat maggots and picking their nostrils.
Facing them were three orc guys. They have blue-grey skin, are short but burly, and hold gleaming daggers and red bucklers with metal edges in their hands. These three guys are all wearing rare bright red clothes.
"Invite the three red-backed brothers! They come from a lakeside town with pleasant and beautiful scenery. They specialize in ambushing passers-by. They have countless lives in their hands!"
The audience let out a feeble cheer.
"The three of them are street gangsters and road bullies," Brunave curled his lips at the three orcs, "They specialize in attacking humans. Do you want to practice your skills?"
Griffith pulled on his wolf-head mask and drew his sword forward. Hanguang groaned in his hands, cheering for the upcoming battle.
"I'm Brother Redback."
"I am the second brother Chibei."
Okay, then you are the third brother Chibei, right? Griffith glanced at the other orc.
"I am Kazka Redback, the Spinebreaker, the reckless killer of adventurers, the lurker of the shadow of the boulder," the third orc said solemnly and seriously, "I am an orc determined to become the King of Roadhog."
"..."
Griffith suddenly felt weak and sighed: "You three come together, I'm in a hurry."
