I, Lich, Can Raise a Dragon [Western Fantasy]

mulberry. Run after teasing. Ni, completely ignoring the Elkang claws extended by a certain dragon, decisively slipped out of the barracks after confirming that he would not be found.

Aslansa was alone in the wind for a while, feeling like a third party who couldn't be on the stage, watching his lover go to reunite with his genuine family and help with the aftermath.

He tried countless times to take her to his dragon's nest and hide her forever, but he couldn't—the human beings he liked were powerful and dazzling, and no one could ignore the light of dawn.

If only he could see it.

Just like before... a long time ago...

In the vague memory, her appearance is no longer clear.

The dragon can always wait for the return lover again in the long river of time, because in the long life of the dragon clan, there is only one beloved soul.

When this war is over, he must find a way to propose marriage to the Shia Empire anyway. He made up his mind.

Sang Ni, who was worried about once again, didn't feel anything. She carefully packed her clothes, put on the linen skirt of the former civilian style, put on a hood, and went to the mercenary tavern in Xiguang Fortress.

Due to the advent of the war, a large number of free mercenaries were reorganized into the army. This bounty tavern is a little colder than usual, but it is not empty. It is still a perfect place to join.

After Sang Ni went in and put a few silver coins on the bar, the tavern owner looked up at her blindfolded face, and didn't ask a word more interestingly.

Sarros was already waiting for her. He was a frequent visitor to the tavern, and the boss left him a card seat in the corner.

"How are you doing?" Sang Ni sat across from Sarros.

Sarros smiled lightly, "What else can I do? Help you coax the kids."

Sang Ni froze for a moment, and carefully looked next to him.

Elevier sat next to him and was mostly blocked. She wore a hood and covered her face like Sang Ni. Sang Ni couldn't see her expression for a while.

"Aili, are you okay lately? Did you miss me?" Sang Ni took off his hood and tried to squeeze a smile.

Elviere snorted and turned her head away.

Sang Ni was helpless.

Sarros said roundly: "Well, Ai Li, Sang Ni is talking about business. You know her temperament, so don't care about her."

Sang Ni couldn't help but said, "What kind of temper am I, why don't I know?"

Sarros: "Sweet and cruel, and ruthless."

Elviere: "Changing your face is like turning a book, killing you and punishing your heart."

Sang Ni twitched his mouth: "You have enough, my mistress is about to collapse."

It's like when you stood up.

"I used to be a person with pursuits, but unfortunately I can't stay the day yesterday... In short, didn't you support my approach before." Sang Ni cleared his throat and forcibly changed the subject: "What about my time? I can barely stand firm on the side of the royal family, and found out some things about my past, but it’s a pity that I haven’t had time to settle the accounts, and the war here is tight."

"Well, this time the orcs are indeed coming on fiercely. Before the reinforcements arrived, the defense line almost couldn't be defended several times." Tharos has been wandering around the Xiguang Fortress with Erivier, knowing the situation best here.

"What I worry about the most is not the orcs." Sang Ni put his elbows on the table and held his palms against his forehead: "I always have some bad premonitions...but I don't have a clue to prove that I am right."

"Are you still worried about the Dark Vatican?" Sarros really knew her very well: "I think you may have been worrying too much. After the destruction of the third and second main halls, the undead mages who did not die became mobs, and they no longer hid. Some time ago, the mercenaries were almost sure to catch one, not to mention that the Knights of the Light had come to sweep once before."

"But... on the second main hall, none of the three vice-bishops died." Sang Ni said as he thought about it, "Especially Sitan and Thurro, if they do something during this time... …Is really troublesome."

Sarros also considered this aspect, and already had some opinions: "You can contact that fallen witch, she is well informed, maybe she knows something."

"I also considered it, but we and Sehir are not the same." Sang Ni felt a headache: "She can't tell the truth."

"Because of inconsistent interests." Sarros added.

Sang Ni also knew: "Yes, benefit, I still can't identify with her."

Sarros was silent for a while: "Sang Ni, have you ever thought, if your identity is discovered, what will you do?"

"This is not a question of what I want to do." Sang Ni gave a dry smile.

Haven't the historical facts of the appearance of the liches in history been written very clearly, without exception, quickly became the public enemy of the mainland, side by side with the orcs, or even surpassed them.

"But you are not the same as those before." Sarros said: "You are not interested in destroying the world."

"But who would believe it? Except for you." Sang Ni shrugged: "You wouldn't think so until you met me."

Sarros was speechless.

"Okay, as for me, I can only count one step as one step. I'm really going to be desperate... I won't just sit still." Sang Ni pretended to smile easily.

"It's good if you know it in your heart." Sarros no longer entangled with this long-term problem after hearing the words: "Then again, Sehir, are you going to continue to keep the water in the river with her?"

"No, some aspects can still be cooperated." Sang Ni thoughtfully.

Sang Ni has been in the power center of the empire for several months. He has supplemented a lot of common sense of power art and changed a lot of views, just as the emperor turned a blind eye to the various forces underneath. For them, What is needed is not "cleanup" and "suppression", but "checks and balances."

She didn't agree with the emperor's approach that everything can be used, let alone forbearance and retreat, but I have to say that the emperor's approach is more effective.

And she herself... has proved with actual actions, what is meant by hurting the enemy by one thousand and hurting herself by eight hundred.

Sang Ni didn't feel that she was wrong, but it didn't hurt that she appreciated the more favorable approach.

According to that kind of thinking, she should have assassinated the third bishop at the beginning, and took over a main hall in a fair way, and then cooperated with Sehir, cannibalize the strength of the second main hall, force Sitanthero away, and let them bite the dog...

Forget it, it's still positive. Sang Ni denied what she had just thought. She really doesn't know how to use power tricks. In this regard, she can't even compare with Molln.

After clarifying her thoughts, Sang Ni slowly said: "She is still the wife of Kodak West City Lord, and she dared not break the net with me for a while. She is more likely to deliberately let me and Xitan fight to reap the benefits."

"I'm going to find her, she will give me information about Xitan, and then backhand my information to Xitan." Sang Ni sighed: "But if I don't go to her, it's hard for me to know that Xitan has planned again recently. What, it’s no different from just waiting to die."

"Then don't go." Sarros said: "The more anxious, the more likely you are to fall into the trap."

"Yes." Sang Ni said he was comforted.

Elevier, who was silent all the way, suddenly said: "You can use me as a bait. If Xitan is here, he will show up in all likelihood."

Sang Ni was taken aback: "Eri Weier, what are you kidding! Do you know how worried I was after you were taken away by them last time?! How could I let this happen again!"

Elevier said nothing again.

Sang Ni was helpless: "Stop saying this, okay? I don't need you to do anything for me, as long as you are safe and sound is enough."

Safety?

Eri Weier was silent.

Sang Ni always likes to say that.

But how can they be safe as they are now?

"Sanny Iss, don't you think that you always take things to yourself like this, which is very unfair to me?" Erivier said.

Sang Ni was stunned for a moment. She remembered what Yaslansa said to her a few months ago.

"Then what do you want me to do?"

"...You didn't need me from the beginning."

She still does this, she doesn't have a long memory.

"I'm sorry." Sang Ni apologized: "Aili, you are my most important friend. I don't want you to be hurt in any way, nothing more."

"But it's my own business." Erivier insisted, her eyes gloomy: "Do you think you alone want to kill Xitan? No, I want to kill him too... I want more than you."

Sang Ni was frightened by her again: "Eri, I know you hate him! But you still don't think about killing people. I will never let a child do this kind of thing by myself!"

Erie Weier stood up quickly, and his hood slipped off: "Child? It hasn't been since I died. Don't forget, like you, I live by hatred."

"Didn't we say it a long time ago? I'll deal with those people. Will you wait for me? Wait until the war is over—"

"It's not a matter of time at all!" Erivier glared at her: "I just don't want to be like this. Everything is done by you...Do you really think of me as a friend?"

Sang Ni only felt that it was impossible to argue.

Elevier slid down from her seat and put on her hood again: "I will protect myself, can you trust me once?"

Silence spread between the two.

For a long time, Sang Ni spoke with difficulty, his internal organs were all tangled into a ball: "Of course...I believe..."

"When I get news, I will contact you." After Erie Weier finished speaking, she left the tavern.

The movement of the elf cub was extremely quick, and disappeared into the street in the blink of an eye.

It took Sang Ni a hundred times the willpower to fix himself on the seat and not chase him out.

In fact, as a lich, she can perceive the location and status of her undead creatures, but this does not mean that she can really do not worry.

Saros, who has been quiet as a chicken, didn't persuade until then: "During this period...I taught Eri Weier some self-defense swordsmanship, plus the defensive weapons you gave her, nothing will happen. "

"Yes, nothing will happen." Sang Ni repeated sadly.

"Saros, I did it wrong from the beginning."

I shouldn't let her stay in this purgatory world.

The author has something to say:

200-year-old elf cub

20-year-old reliable (?) adult female human

What a wonderful racial difference.

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Explain that the hostess was only a teenager, and there was no one to talk to except an old madman in the Dark Vatican, so she asked Erie Weier if she wanted to stay and avenge her-she was selfish. .

So now she is very guilty, she subconsciously feels that her own selfish intentions have harmed Erivier.

In fact, this is not a problem with the heroine, at least not with her alone, but the heroine’s character and way of doing things...Bah, the benevolent sees the benevolent and the wise sees wisdom