Surviving the Fourth Calamity

Chapter 564 Hill Disliked by Friends
Hill walked around several commercial streets near the 'Golden Oak'.

He bought hundreds more books, but unfortunately most of them are biographical novels, and there are only a dozen real magic books.

Silvermoon City is indeed a city that prides itself on the pursuit of knowledge. There are several bookstores on one street, and there are also many magic supply stores. Hill also collected some magic scrolls that he is not very good at.

What's interesting is that in Trasil, where the laws are not perfect, there are many messy aftereffects of magic scrolls, and every mage can add some private goods to the scrolls he wrote.

However, in the world of Toril, where the magic power is very powerful, these magic scrolls are all rigid and standard-made.

Probably, once everything is produced on a large scale, it will become more standardized.

The reason why there are so many books in Silvermoon City is that many people from Silvermoon copied them from the great library of the 'Sage's Summit'. They are not the latest magic research results in Silvermoon City, and the most recent ones were written 20 years ago.

And there are many books that have been handed down from Oghma's Hall of Inspiration.

But it's the same, even the great priest of Oghma, the god of knowledge, can't get the latest information from the university.

The real up-to-date spell books and various reports are only available in the one in the Lady Magic Academy.

The freshest books that Hill can buy are the various newspapers and biographical novels in Silvermoon City, as well as some art books.

For people who play art or gods, how to spread their singing and smiles to the world is the most important thing. They will not let any piece of music, or a beautiful poem or even a graphic novel, just stay where they are. people hear or see.

Hill looked at the newspapers. Except for the official newspaper of Silvermoon City, the others could clearly see the imprint of bards.

He cheerfully bought a lot of newspaper collections, and was going to take them back to read gossip.

In the Northland, the legend of Alustriol alone can support many bards. Although the people of Silvermoon respect this great mage, many people are curious about this lady's rich emotional life.

In fact, Alustriel didn't really care about these gossips. As long as it wasn't a malicious insult, she always didn't care if these bards played up her romantic encounter with a certain boy as an idol series.

As night fell, the lights of Silvermoon City began to light up bit by bit.

Hill looked up at the lights of thousands of houses in the distance. The wealth of Silvermoon City can actually be seen from the lights lit by every house.

On the commercial street where he was located, the alchemy lamps used in front of every store were even brighter, against the background of various glass walls, it seemed like daytime.

Hill strolled back to the hotel, happily reading the ups and downs of the legendary novel.

After watching the gossip all night, when Hill was sitting in the lobby on the ground floor of the 'Golden Oak' waiting for Lynn at noon the next day, he still couldn't recover.

The newspapers in Silvermoon City are somewhat afraid of being demolished, so they don't talk about things in their own city, but they are very familiar with the inside story of the battles in other cities in the Northland, and even those countries in the south of Faerun. Happy reporting.

Trasil's grievances and hatreds were instantly eclipsed by the intrigues and intrigues in Faerun Continent.

"Hill, good afternoon." Lynn came down from upstairs and greeted briskly, "Have you been waiting for a long time?"

"Good afternoon, I have just arrived." Hill replied with a smile.

"Let's go directly to the auction." Lynn greeted Hill, "It's not far from here, just next to the big market."

Hill walked behind Lynn for 10 minutes, and walked into an alley, and there was a very open space in front of him.

The bustling big market appeared in front of him. The white palace-like auction house stood in the middle of the big market. It was a tall building with arched gates on all sides. No matter which direction the guests came from, they could directly enter. A detour is required.

Lynn stopped in front of the alley, took out two invitation cards, and handed one to Hill: "I thought we could use one for the two of us. But seeing your style, I feel like you Being together can be too noticeable.

I still want to be my sheriff!

Yesterday I specially went to my university teacher's house to get a ticket for a high-end box, you can play by yourself! "

Hill smiled shyly, and accepted the invitation from Lynn. He really wanted to buy a large manor within the Mystic Lock instead of a small farm further away.

Hill used to want to buy a small farm because he didn't know the influence of the enchantment on the side of Silvermoon City on him, but now he knows very well that he can easily use the power of the mythos, but others cannot use the mythos to hurt him .

Not even surveillance.

Although it may bring a little confusion and trouble to Alastriol and the current city lord, Tern Horn, Hill will not give up his own interests for the feelings of others.

He never thought of competing with the people of Silvermoon City for the control of the Mystic, and Hill couldn't afford to offend the Goddess of Magic.

If you are really worried, the owner of Silvermoon City can let the Silver Knight patrol around his manor a few more times!

Hill didn't care about the monitoring on the outside. He felt that even if he bought a farm outside the city, Alustri would not trust him.

Hill sold some gold bars in several magic shops yesterday and exchanged enough platinum coins. He felt that his money should be enough.

And the auction house will generally allow other things to offset the bill, right?
Hill lacks nothing but pure gold, just a snap of his fingers.

No wonder Lynn didn't say beforehand that he was going out, and that he would take Hill to the famous tavern in Silvermoon City, but suddenly he had something to do.

Hill smiled gratefully at him: "Dear Lynn, you are such a nice person! Please."

He actually doesn't like to use this kind of sentence pattern. Although there is no good person card in this world, it's awkward for him to say it.

But occasionally there will be such a time when it has to be used, the gratitude between friends can't continue to use the indifferent way of gratitude between nobles.

Lynn waved his hand: "Don't thank me, you have to really appreciate me, remember if you spend too much money, you can go back to the hotel by yourself!

I won't wait for you to go with me. "

Hill smiled helplessly, nodded and agreed: "No problem."

"Put your mark on the outside of your clothes." Lynn looked at Hill, who was wearing a dark green mage robe, and instructed, "There are many things in the darkness of Silvermoon City, otherwise, the lady would not have made any So many dark guards."

Hill nodded.

Lynn raised his chin and said reservedly: "I'll go in first, there's still one hour left before the auction, you can choose the time to go in!"

Then he turned and walked towards the white auction house.

Hill didn't care about Lynn's hypocrisy, he knew very well how precious the invitation in his hand was.

The one in Lynn's own hands is the most common one, probably the one that can be obtained by someone with a certain status.

However, the invitation in his hand could only be obtained by someone with a relatively high status.

Hill even suspected that Lynn's teacher was the dean of the Bard Academy, otherwise he wouldn't be able to get it easily.

Lynn probably went to ask his teacher for an invitation because he was worried that Hill would be viciously competed when he bought good things. After all, he was an unfamiliar face.

Even if there are still people who know that Hill is a stranger, most of them will consider whether they can offend the stranger who can get the high-end box.

Hill leisurely bought some exquisite works of art in a few small shops nearby.

Many small shops next to the big market are opened by craftsmen themselves, and merchants often come to receive goods.

Hill followed several merchants and bought a lot of treasures.

Especially some carvings, no matter what kind of material they are made of, are so exquisite and ingenious, combining the characteristics of elves and humans, which is very suitable for the taste of the people of Trashir.

Hill felt that when he went back, he could give this kind of thing as a tourist souvenir to his friends.

Seeing that the time was almost up, Hill walked towards the auction house under the squinting eyes of those businessmen who dared not speak out.

The main reason is that he is not very good at bargaining, so he can only tell the shopkeeper that the price is the same as that of these merchants.

Hill took the invitation and walked into the auction house.

As he entered the arched door, he felt the invitation form a resonance with the hall, evoking a certain vibration.

Soon, a beautiful girl in a purple veil came up to her.

Her long brown hair hangs down to her calves, her fair skin is slightly radiant, and her figure is very slim and charming.

The beautiful girl with rolling eyes said to Hill in a gentle tone: "Dear guest, I am Nana, and it is my honor to serve you.

Your box is on the third floor, please go this way. "

Hill followed her to the box on the third floor and did not accept her follow-up service.

He's crazy to have a high-ranking thief by his side.

Hill felt that this was not under Alastriol's subordinates, that person should be very clear about Hill's ability, and would not send such a woman who could tell evil intentions at a glance by Hill's side.

He directly turned on the sound insulation device of the box, ignoring the female thief who was standing outside the door and trying to listen to Hill's movements.

This is probably the sequelae of his too happy whack-a-mole in winter.

He came just in time, and the auction would start soon.

The things that were auctioned earlier were indeed some jewelry and antique works of art.

The instrument Lynn wanted was also within the scope of the artwork.

Hill glanced down, and Lynn, who was sitting in the sofa booth downstairs, took a few sets of beautifully crafted ordinary musical instruments.

As long as there are no gems on it, no matter how good the workmanship is, few people will snatch it from him.

Lynn's more practical style has benefited him a lot.

Other gold and silver inlaid, jeweled musical instruments were robbed fiercely.

The bard of Silvermoon City seems to have gone astray.

Hill was a little bored thinking about these things. Why is this auction not paying attention to rhythm at all? Let's refresh ourselves!

(End of this chapter)