Surviving The Fourth Natural Disaster Chapter 567: Windsong Tower’s Teleportation Ring
There's no magic to expel dust where the Thieves' Guild is, let alone the bookstore.
Hill looked at them just to tell the thieves inside that he knew they were there and wasn't very happy, don't come out and be revengeful and don't know what happened.
"Dear Mr. Archmage." Summer wisely changed the subject, "There are a lot of books today, and many people came back before the deadline.
And this time, there are more duplicate books than the previous two days. "
Hill nodded: "It's okay." Of course he knew that there would be a lot of duplicate books, but if he didn't, most of the ordinary adventurers who were illiterate wouldn't go so hard to buy books.
And their strange behavior will of course attract a lot of attention, and there will always be some wealthy wealthy prodigals who will send books to sell.
The price offered by Hill is unique among the ten towns of Icewind Dale.
Summer laughed happily, and he knew that the Archmage with the endless purse in his hand couldn't care about this little money with him.
He picked up his pipe smugly, took a nice puff, and then continued: "Mr. Archmage, this silly boy next to me went to Bryn Sand Town. In addition to books, he also collected A little thing with a magical reaction.
There used to be many red-robed mages in that place, and most of the people they left behind didn't know much about it and didn't dare to use it.
But the locals at Bryn Sander have collected that stuff.
Otherwise, even fragments can cause big trouble.
Beshmit's father was the sheriff of that place, and they all asked him to bring it over. I hope that even if Mr. Archmage doesn't buy it, he can kindly tell us what it is all about.
Otherwise, we wouldn't dare to take it out and throw it away, for fear of causing a lot of trouble for some nasty guy.
But it doesn't work either in a warehouse. It's only been a few years, and Bryn Sander's warehouse has exploded several times. "
Hill looked at the small things wrapped in thick fish skin in the huge open box, and the corners of his eyes twitched.
This old man is really not a good thing. It is related to the safety of a town. It is impossible for a well-known good-aligned archmage like Hill to ignore it completely.
If Hill is not afraid of Vol'jin and the Thieves Guild and is willing to open them up one by one, they will not suffer. Even if Hill buys all the good things, they can learn a lot, at least they will find out later There is no need to be confused and confused about anything related to the mage.
If Hill is not willing to waste time and chooses to cover everything, with Hill's wealth and wealth, naturally he will not give less money.
Hill looked at the old man's calm face, and the hand that was holding the pipe as hard as he could to keep it from shaking, and simply took away all the 1,000 gold.
He took a rough look at the number in the box. There should be more than 100 items. The fish skin is only used to prevent vibration and very rough isolation. If these items are really transported back to them, they will definitely explode in the middle. .
But there are some obscure mana operations, Hill is really interested, and the average price is less than 10 gold, which is normal on the mainland.
Only in Icewind Dale, which is a little bit repulsive to mages, will this kind of unsellable result occur.
Hill smiled suddenly. Judging from the sheriff and the mayor who didn't deal these things cheaply to the merchants, Bryn Sandstown was not an easy place for Vol'jin believers to deal with.
They'll now tolerate these guys doing things on their turf, probably for their big fortune.
Hill happily put everything away, Icewind Dale, I don't know what kind of fun there will be! His little bell had better last longer, and don't let the terrifying snowstorm in winter blow away.
How could a place where barbarians who believe in Tempus be sheriffs could be so tolerant of followers of Vol'jin.
Ignoring the splendid little businessmen standing outside the grocery store, Hill flew directly back above the clouds.
There are idiots everywhere.
These guys probably feel that their stuff is of good quality, and Hill will definitely be interested, so he dares to stand outside and play with Hill before hesitating. I hope Hill can take the initiative to ask them what's the matter.
That way, they're not breaking tradition.
In Toril or most fantasy worlds, in fact, archmages and great nobles rarely deal directly with businessmen, and they all find a middleman to handle chores.
It is very approachable for someone like Hill to come forward directly. Most archmages send an apprentice or a butler to talk to these small businessmen.
Since Hill has found Summer in this place, if anyone else has something to sell to him, it is best to ask Summer to ask Hill if he is interested.
Not even powerful officials like the mayor would break this tradition.
But for some merchants who don't even want to send out any favors, if they have enough confidence in their products, they can of course try to cut the beard and take what they want to sell in the place where Hill must pass. Just set up a stall next to it, as long as Hill is interested, he will definitely go to see it.
These rules bind merchants, not powerful people like nobles and mages.
But these few businessmen who want to sell things to Hill, but don't want to put down the shelf and set up their own stalls, Hill really thinks that they are probably followers of Vol'jin. They are the only ones who are highly sought after on the mainland. After a long time, I will completely forget the world of Toril. With strong power, there is arrogant capital.
However, I don't know what good things Vol'jin believers have come up with to tempt him!
Hill was actually a little tempted, but he controlled himself.
The goddess of wealth should come find him herself!
If Vol'jin really dared to kill him and walk out of his closed kingdom of God, Hill would have to admire this lady!
If you want to kill him completely, the level of the incarnation must be about the same as the main body. If this is destroyed, Vol'jin may even collapse the kingdom of God.
Hill believes that he can definitely show her what the world of weak supernatural powers is like.
While he was flying in the air, he wondered, why would these people feel like they would give them the chance to mark themselves?
The mage is not not greedy, but the real mage can always suppress his greed with reason.
Sitting in the cloud house, he directly set the route back to his floating castle, and began to pack the big box. At the very least, he had to separate everything, some of which were about to explode.
Place fragments of sacred items next to the shards of evil wonders. Either the evil items are purified, or the sacred items can't stand self-destruction.
Hill's heart is convinced that's why their warehouse is going to explode.
Bryn Sand Town must not have any trusted legal professions, otherwise, at least these two things would not be piled up in one place.
Hill first put all the things that looked wrong into a box woven from the branches and leaves of the trahill sunflower, and then put the box together into a small pool filled with holy water .
He had no interest at all to see if there were any powerful artifact fragments.
Hill is actually quite worried about his own luck. Although the artifacts of the evil camp are very tricky, they are also really powerful.
Luck can sometimes be a double-edged sword. Some things are strong doesn't mean they're good, and Hill doesn't want to test his willpower.
The reason why Icewind Dale was almost completely destroyed by the red-robed mage apprentice was the fragments of the Shadow Stone.
Hill is actually really worried that Bryn Sandtown still has a piece, there's actually quite a lot of that stuff.
So he saw all the purple crystal shards and threw them all together into that holy water pool, regardless of whether there was any dark aura on them.
Sal's stuff, it's best for normal people not to touch it.
Shadowstones can kill even powerful gods before they are shattered.
Hill looked at the rest of the box and took out an old canvas with paint still on it, about two inches wide and eighteen inches long, looking like an old oil painting that had just been torn up .
Hill had a peculiar smile on his face, suspicious of what the mayor had just collected.
The divine power of the goddess of magic, the smell of the magic web.
Hill took it in his hand and quickly sensed what he wanted to see. It was exactly what he thought of. Archmage Elminster was the incarnation of his predecessor, Mystra, Megara. ·A fragment of an oil painting painted by Kuroko.
This oil painting was hung by Elminster in the Elder Room in the Tower of Windsong before Myth Drano fell.
And the ones who destroyed it were the undead in the city of ghosts.
The current Mystra can actually observe the Tower of Windsong and Myth Drano through this oil painting. The purpose of the ghost this time is there. Of course, after discovering the connection between the oil painting and Mystra, I directly Tear it up~IndoMTL.com~ This oil painting fragment can be regarded as a kind of holy relic, which can add spell extension, spell delay, spell fixed, spell silent, spell for the followers of Mystra when casting spells Widen one of these effects.
It's useless to Hill, what he really cares about is that the appearance of this thing means that some ghosts choose to hide in Icewind Dale, but don't know how to lose their lives.
These Arcanists in the shadows are not something that anyone can kill, most likely by their own hands.
Hill couldn't help squinting his eyes: Is this the nexus scroll already obtained by someone?
He flipped through the remaining oddities again and found clues on a broken bag, a bronze button sewn into the mouth of the bag: the pattern on it was a harp surrounded by a whirling breeze.
Hill carefully removed it, and it turned out to be a ring.
He scrutinized the Ring of Windsong carefully. If the Nether scroll had been taken away, he should be able to visit this Warlock Tower, right?