Dear Broom Knight.

Chapter 651 Melancholy Old Lich

Old lich, so melancholy.

Ever since that half-elf wizard brought those bastards to Toril, the prices of everything in the world of Toril have completely changed.

Food, cloth and other resources used by the lower class were suddenly priced extremely low... Even Sel, which had little labor cost, was hit hard.

This was what the Sel used to do.

Those two useless agricultural countries next door were just a little bit away from being killed by them.

As a result, because of the appearance of that group of bastards, both countries actually had a chance to breathe... Although the price of food became extremely low, it was only the most common food.

The medium and high-quality grains that had to be sold at a lower price in the past due to high transportation costs were now sold at a high price because of the existence of those hybrids!

Although the one who made the most profit was that group of bastards... No, it was the idiot dragon hired by that group of bastards!
Whenever he thought about the giant dragons flying everywhere in the sky, completely ignoring his own attributes, and even the metal dragons and the five-colored dragons acting as coachmen and ship figures, the old lich felt that his life box might be poisoned.

He really couldn't understand why those mentally disturbed guys would rather give the biggest profits to the dragons than use their broken ships to transport worthless food every day!
Those dragons are the same... shameless.

Especially those five-colored dragons who are famous for robbing and killing their employers.

You should take action!
Why would you be so happy just to earn that little bit of employment fee?
Those damn things are using the highest-level magic ships to transport food!

If they grab a handful, they will become the richest man in the world!

It is more valuable than everything in their nest combined. There is no need to worry about their property being confiscated. Can't they just run to another world?
Look how cool the white dragon is in this world!
When he thought of the white dragon, the old lich completely lost interest in making trouble.

The only thing the two worlds have in common is probably that the giant dragons standing at the top of the world are both white dragons.

It's good to live long, you can see everything.

Amberly became a gentle and easy-to-talk beauty, and she could help save the stranded merchant ship without any conditions... Shit! When he first heard this legend, he took a look at his life box to make sure he was not dragged into some big illusion.

Only the lich's own life box is something that cannot be imitated by any illusion. After all, he cannot go back if it is a fake.

It's even worse in the past two years. Amboli's reputation is better than most neutral gods!
After all, in an era when other sea gods have disappeared, she is the only one who will respond to believers when they pray for help.

Haha~ Who doesn’t know that she doesn’t think that way at all?

But, if a god wants to play a good person, she can really do it for hundreds of thousands of years...it all depends on what she values more.

Umberlee on the left hand, white dragon on the right hand... After returning to Toril, the great wizards who have been away for a long time will probably only suspect that they have been dragged into the Nine Hells by the devil!
He raised his head and looked at the shield opposite him, hoping for the best and said, "Maybe, these two are just the same in appearance?
Could it be that the gods of this world are so bored that they would line up to bless his weapons?"

"Don't you suspect that there are still fragments of the Silver Moon artifact in that shield?" asked the Cup of Life dimly.

"Just now when they took out their shields, the broken moonlight on the ground bounced up and rushed over." The lich said calmly, "Otherwise, why would I say he is rich?
The last time I encountered something like this was when I was the half-elf who used fine gold as a teething stick for a gold dragon."

He was not sighing because the other party had good things.

Having lived for so long, he has seen many magical artifacts.

However, there are really not many people who use such good materials to make standard tools or daily necessities.

The Cup of Life hesitated for a while before saying seriously, “Lori Montez’s life trajectory is very normal, and there are no inexplicable traces.

The external influence he received should come from the dragon..."

"Do you believe it?" the lich asked in extreme surprise, "A dragon?

Can he use artifact fragments to make standard shields that are almost semi-artifacts for his ordinary subordinates?

What kind of dragon is this?
That famous generous person you know couldn't do that!"

The Cup of Life was furious: "What do you know? Do you really think that the only dragons are like Toril?
That is also the creation of the nine-faced dragon god Io, do you understand?
The five-colored dragons and the metal dragons were created from his flesh and blood, so they pursue material things.

Aren’t there big differences between the Gem Dragon and the Fairy Dragon?

There can't possibly be only one kind of creature created by God!
He will be with..."

Then the enraged Cup of Life reacted and silently shut its mouth.

Fortunately, the group of mortals on the opposite side were still busy dealing with the scarab and probably didn't hear their conversation.

As for the Lich... The Cup of Life doesn't care about the old guy at all.

The old lich's body and phylactery are still in Toril!
Do you really think you can go back with just a split soul?

No matter what he realized in the outside world, it was all in vain.

Anyway, he will definitely not be able to go back, and the Cup of Life doesn't care whether the subsequent plan will succeed or not... As long as there are no those jumping bastards in this world, he can stay here safely.

Therefore, he would not do things too extreme, and it is good to be an accessory.

"Mal, are you okay?" Comlan asked in a low voice.

They should have shared the damage, but Mal suddenly held on for an extra hundredth of a second.

It was only for a moment, but it was enough to ensure that Mal took the majority of the damage.

Komlan looked at Mal's eyes with a trace of worry: "Why are you suddenly..." "Don't worry." Mal shook his head to stop him, "I took the recovery potion made by the lord using the fruit of life. It's nothing serious."

"But you..." Komlan said stubbornly, "You can't get hurt again in the short term!"

"I know." Mal nodded, "So, it's your turn next time."

He touched his shoulder and said with an unfathomable expression: "Just now, I really thought I was going to die! Komlan."

They both have good talents and resources, especially their resources, which are much better than those of Lady Yagris back then.

But after reaching level 12, I can no longer see the way forward.

They don't feel that their potential has been tapped to its limit.

After thinking about many reasons, I suddenly realized...it was because they were living too happy a life.

In life, if you just work hard, you will be rewarded. This is the happiness that many people dream of but cannot touch.

And what they got was even more than others could imagine.

Although, this is because they and their parents made the right choice in the beginning.

But...it's still so happy.

To the extent that no matter how hard they work, they don't feel much pressure.

Not to mention, feeling the great terror between life and death.

The skin hasn't even been broken yet, and Lowry will probably rush over to save him!
But after figuring this out, neither Mal nor Komlan had any intention of disrupting their peaceful lives.

Just a little later.

After a long time, you will always understand the impermanence of fate and the ruthlessness of life and death.

But just now, when facing the terrible blade, Mal had an inexplicable feeling that this thing could make him feel the pain of powerlessness and imminent death.

He indeed succeeded.

"Did you do this on purpose?" Comlan lowered his voice with heavy anger.

"No, not entirely." Mal shook his head quickly, but added, "It was just that a sudden intuition made me hesitate for a moment, and I followed you immediately!
That is definitely not a result of careful thinking!"

Which of them could analyze such an important matter and make a decision in such a short time!
It was just a sudden feeling, but Mal didn't really want to do it... but just for a moment, the synchronization rate between him and Comlan was off by one hundredth of a second.

Tsk~ I almost died.

Sure enough, thinking was a fatal trouble for him.

Comran thought about it and nodded in agreement: "That's right."

His tone finally softened.

Mal and Comlan, who have followed Lori since childhood, actually understand their lord's thoughts very well.

Lowry has always been an extremely active and aggressive person.

The reason why he could stay in the territory peacefully and disguise himself when going out was not only because his enemies were indeed very dangerous, but also partly, a big part, because he did not want to bring danger to the people around him.

Over the years, no matter what happened, Lowry's first reaction was to solve it himself, completely forgetting that there were three well-built and fully armed knight groups in the territory.

Living Feather Light, this name that has not been mentioned for a long time, actually carries Lowry’s purest thoughts... He hopes that the people he cares about are in a place he knows, living a healthy and happy life.

Even though, spending his money wouldn't help him at all.

Mal and Komlan don't want to be just a decoration.

However, those who have followed Lowry since childhood can also feel Lowry's careful protection...without thinking of any return at all.

Lowry, who only wanted them to become stronger and stronger but didn't consider what he would let them do after they became strong, blocked all the storms in front of him.

The only thing he didn't want was the death of Mal and the others.

Maybe because he had too little since childhood, Lowry is so obsessed with the people around him that it makes people feel distressed.

Therefore, Mal and Komlan once had an agreement... no matter what difficulties they faced, they should value their own lives.

This is the only thing Lowry expects from them.

Neither of them should shout slogans for the lord and do the only thing that would make him sad.

No matter what mission they complete, they will always consider their own safety first.

Perhaps sensing their mentality, Lowry has gradually let them do the work over the years.

Otherwise, in the past, Lowry would only let Valera go out because her safety was absolutely guaranteed.

(End of this chapter)