Surviving The Fourth Natural Disaster Chapter 508: Amber Acorns of the Moon Forest Ring
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Looking at Lynn with a puzzled face, Hill showed a sly smile: "There is a building behind the hotel that is a staff room, and the top floors are suites, which are quite large.
If you are willing to be the inn steward for a while, then the top floor will be completely yours. When you can't stay in Cuelva any longer, you can come to me and be the sheriff!
You are always welcome here~
But these can be discussed later. I don't expect you to leave Silvermoon City at this stage.
The most critical thing right now is that neither my Taring Martha nor I are very used to the inn practices of this world and need a little help.
The most important thing is that you can teach Terry how to be a bartender. He doesn't even know what a cocktail is, and he knows how to sell a single kind of wine. I want to give him more money. "
Lynn looked at him in astonishment, wondering if Hill had a devil's horn on his head?
Who dares to let Tiaolong mix drinks for himself!
A golden dragon is lawful good, so it is a dragon! Or a giant dragon with the mother of the Queen of the North behind!
The silver moon dragon queen is very fond of her son at first sight.
"You don't understand that!" Hill gave him a look that made him think carefully, "Haven't you seen the Dragon Queen?
Dragon's outlook on money is different from that of humans.
They don't need face in front of gold coins.
If anyone was really willing to pay big bucks for a cocktail made with a golden dragon, Terry would even be willing to make it with dragon claws. "
"A transfer of 100 gold?" Lynn asked with a smile, "How can there be such an idiot? Too much money and want to enjoy the danger of life and death?"
"100 gold means more tricks, 50 gold is just right, you can teach Terry a little more." Hill leaned on the sofa and said in a casual tone, "Don't worry, whether it is human or dwarf. , and even some elves, their vanity will let you see the results."
"Of course, in the beginning, you need a few toss..." Hill said vaguely, "It's up to you! Dear Lynn, you always have a lot of courage in the hands of the harp. friends.
Others may not be so bold, but they are also members of the Harper Alliance. They don't always think that the son of the Silver Moon Dragon Queen will do something to them because of such a trivial matter?
As for the gold coins, I'll pay for it, Terry won't do white labor. "
"That's fine," Lynn said simply. "However, if Terry shows up in the tavern, he'd better show that the dragon egg he got has been given away."
"No need, look outside." The carriage that was about to reach the territory suddenly slowed down, and Hill looked up at the sky.
Lynn leaned over, three incomparably huge metal dragons flying in the air, each holding a sturdy net pocket under its front paws, with two dragon eggs inside.
"Golden dragon, silver dragon, brass dragon." Lynn whispered softly, "This is..."
"Bahamut's subordinates have come to fetch the dragon eggs." Hill looked up, "This platinum dragon **** also seems to be dissatisfied with the recent events.
Three Taikoo dragons were actually sent to retrieve the dragon eggs. "
Lin En was silent for a few seconds before continuing: "Dragon gods, although only the platinum dragon **** and the five-color dragon queen are more active, there are actually several others.
It's just that most of them don't want to get involved in the dispute between the metal dragon and the five-color dragon, so they have been silent.
But this time...I think the humans of Faerûn really don't know what will happen in the future.
I really can't imagine that even Hale would have a day when she hates people, and she loves telling stories to her friends so much. "
For Lynn, a bard, he seems to be more familiar with the copper-colored dragon known as the Storyteller.
The bard who likes to create stories and poems and is willing to share with friends in the good camp, like Lynn, a bard who has lived for a long time and is a bit divine, seems to have come into contact with her.
"But if the elves and humans turn their faces, wouldn't you also leave Cuerva?" Hill said calmly, slowly.
"Hill, I've been in Cuelva for 50 years, and most of them are half-elves." Lynn couldn't help pursing his lower lip, "Elves won't turn their backs on humans, we humans. Too few."
His tone was a little bleak.
This has probably long since become the consensus of rational elves and half-elves like Lynn. They are willing to come to the human world, not just because of their good relationship with humans.
But when the elves get the undead in, humans don't think so.
It would be better if they understood that this mercenary army is not one with the elves. Humans have always played tricks about paying for disaster relief.
But if someone really regards the undead as allies of the elves and regards them as enemies, then the undead will not regard the human beings in this world as a kindred.
Hill was silent, watching the three dragons fly north with Lynn.
It shouldn't be a problem, Tyr and many good-aligned gods are still in Faerun Riel! They should already have a better understanding of what the undead are like.
If it is really impossible to prevent the undead from coming to Toril, they will definitely tell their followers, and the last unfortunate should only be the evil camp.
Should I?
Hill reassured and drove the carriage home directly. The gods of Toril are quite reliable. If there are guys from the good camp who will face the undead, it is probably because the goddess of misfortune is watching, such a guy , would have been unlucky.
Hill turned to look at Waterdeep: He remembered that the elves and dragons seemed to have the **** of fate?
A few more mumbles will always help.
When Hill's carriage fell to the small square in front of the floating castle, Terry was already waiting there.
"Hill~ You're back~ I'm free~" He cheerfully, even attentive, came up to open the car door.
Hill couldn't help laughing along with him listening to the happy little trill of the golden dragon.
"Terry, this is Lynn, my half-elf friend. He promised to teach you how to mix drinks and how to be a competent bartender." Hill introduced Lynn, who was standing beside him, to the big head sticking out. .
"Lynn, this is Terry, your golden dragon student. If possible, it would be best if he could make cocktails with his dragon claws."
The half-elf and the golden dragon looked at each other and nodded to each other. Then they looked at Hill again.
Terry solved it very well. As Hill got off the carriage, he described the future to him, and he simply nodded for the golden cutie.
Lynn, trouble him, staring at Terry's paw with a puzzled look on his face.
"It's okay, Lynn." Hill led them into the hall, "Teach the human form first, Terry is very smart, and his hands and feet are very quick. Dragon claws are the next stage, in order to double the money, Terry I'll work hard."
He opened his arms to Aglaia, who was standing in the hall slimly waiting for him to go home, and the cute little girl rushed into his arms: "Welcome home, Papa Hill~ Where's my gift? ?"
"Of course. Aglaia, I brought a lot of interesting little gifts. Can Liszt bring them to your room?" Hill smiled and stroked her hair, "There are some beautiful ones in there too. Silk, Martha has a lot of drawings there, you can make some pretty clothes."
"The silk for making clothes can't be considered a gift, right?" Aglaia raised her head and asked in a clear voice.
"Of course." Hill pulled out a jewelry box.
Lynn couldn't help but glance at the luxurious jewelry box Hill bought from the 'Harlan Balut and Harp'. The only use is that when it is opened, a piece of beautiful music will flow out.
He never understood why Hill would spend 600 gold on such a useless thing, to coax her daughter?
Lynn reluctantly thought that if needed, he could buy a beautiful jewelry box and enchant a piece of his own singing on it.
His singing voice has been praised by the **** of singing!
"Papa Hill~ Is the gift these acorns?" Aglaia asked curiously.
She paid no attention to the jewel box with the lute flowing.
Lynn walked over in surprise to see that Hill had picked an emerald jewelry box full of necklaces strung with acorns of various sizes, but wasn't that to set off the practicality of the box?
Hill handed the jewelry box to Aglaia: "Take a look, how many good things are in it?"
Terry couldn't help but craned his neck looking ~IndoMTL.com~ and then sat aside with Aglaia to watch.
Lynn was embarrassed to sit over with the two children, sitting on the sofa next to Hill, thinking hard.
These acorns are so important to Aglaia, the **** of the sea, and they are definitely not just the sacred acorns in Silvermoon City.
That kind of acorn is precious to adventurers, but it means nothing to an avatar of a **** who can easily make holy water.
Besides, those acorns naturally exude a comforting smell that the shopkeeper couldn't have seen.
Lynn thought for a long time before suddenly looking at Hill in surprise. If Faerun said that there is any other necklace made of acorns that is so rare that a **** would want it, only the amber of the Moon Forest Ring Acorns!
The Amber Acorns of the Moonwood Ring are the legacy of the Druid Ring that was active in the woodlands west of Silvermoon 100 years ago.
Gone completely 70 years ago.
These druids are best at crafting and storing magical items, most notably their amber acorns.
These acorns are actually made of amber, each containing a small piece of elemental matter (air, earth, fire or water). Once per day of each element, the wearer of the necklace can use 6th-level summon allies to summon creatures corresponding to that element.
Lynn raised his head and watched Aglaia walk over with three necklaces in his hands, among which was a necklace made of 4 acorns worn on a rope made of roots.
There are six on the other one.
Lynn knows that the four should be the amber acorns, but the six?
Lynn sucked in a breath: That wouldn't be the treasure key of the Moon Forest Ring, would it?
That was the richest Druid ring in the Silver Moon Alliance back then!
Hill what luck!
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