Surviving the Fourth Calamity

Chapter 774 Secretly dragging Kelburn's back

The spell of magic activation rope can save life when the bard is at a low level, but at a high level, it is the art of playing.

The professor who specializes in rope skills, the general class is a complete book on survival in the wild, but countless great mages also hope to learn his special private class. It is said that one class has cost 2000 gold coins, and there is no price.

Moreover, this bard has always been a guest of the major courts in the Northland, and is very popular among princes and nobles.

In the beautiful palace of Elastra, he has some familiar people, and Hill can understand it.

Lynn looked at Hill's half-smile face, and quickly got up to say goodbye.

Hill could tell that his friend Lynn wanted to tell Hill about his source, but he didn't want to tell Hill why he had this friend.

Obviously, there must be a moving story in it, at least... a story that can make Hill laugh for days.

After bowing his head and thinking for a while, Hill decided to let Lynn go for the time being and not to pursue further.

Just because my friend has read the "Biography of Hill", but never said a word in front of me.

Of course, more importantly, there are no permanent secrets in the world of Toril.

Sooner or later he will know, Hill is not in a hurry.

He is very patient with his friends.

Hill looked up at a group of white-throated birds outside the window. They were chirping and talking, possibly discussing Lynn's mission.

These cute little birds used to be just a backup tool used by these bards to deliver private messages, and not many people kept them.

After all, if you want to train them to recognize the way, you have to remember which smell represents which person, which requires a lot of energy.

Lynn also only raised two broods after arriving in Aglaia. Fortunately, these gregarious birds can teach their offspring by themselves, and after getting enough food, their family grows faster.

But in the next few decades, the importance of messengers like these birds is estimated to be much higher.

Even if the magic net is stable enough to use low-level spells and even transmit messages, it will not be as safe as it used to be.

The most important thing is that the messages sent are very easy to enter other people's communication lines, and social death incidents emerge in endlessly.

Many bards can get countless stories that are very popular in taverns as long as they hang on the news network.

If you don't want the news you deliver to be released to the world, most legal professions have to reconsider and find a more reliable messenger.

White-throated birds are very good, unless they want to, otherwise, they can't find the three feathers with the message when they are shaved.

And, don't look at them being small and cute, this kind of bird is actually very tempered, and will even die of anger when encountering something that makes them intolerable.

Therefore, although the combat power is not strong, it is really a very useful messenger, that is, it must be able to exchange the heart with the heart, and false feelings cannot make these sensitive birds willing to work.

Hill waved his hand and called down the leader of the two broods of white-throated birds, hoping that he could help attract more of his kind to Aglaia.

The little bird happily agreed: the nuts here in Hill are particularly delicious and nutritious, and the cubs of their family have never been unable to lay eggs.

It is willing to meet all the requests of the natural lord.

Moreover, the birds it brings naturally have to listen to it. It is the dream of every animal lord to expand the population, regardless of size.

Hill went back to the study, found the thick Silvermoon City Celebrity Book, and silently opened the part of Alastriol: The descendants of the Supreme Lady occupy dozens of pages, and this is just a record Those who become high-level professionals are strong.

If you count the middle class... for thousands of years, the blood of Alustriol is really enough to form an army.

Wanting to find out the origin of the purple-clothed female mage, Hill felt that he still had some hope.

He silently found a fragment of an oil painting, looked at the big black eyes that were so familiar to him, and had an inexplicable feeling in his heart: the mother and daughter would be swept to the bay of Aglaia City by the space storm, very soon. It may be because of this palm-sized fragment.

If the fragments of magical wonders in Icewind Dale fall into the hands of those merchants, they will only sell them to some middle-level mages.

After all, low-level ones can't afford it, and high-level ones don't want it.

This piece of oil painting can almost be regarded as a magic tool for some magic net mages who can never touch the edge of advanced magic.

And this little sorcerer with the midnight soul sleeping in the spiritual sea has such outstanding aptitude that any sorcerer with a little vision will definitely accept her as a student.

And this little girl, who is related by blood to the former Mystra, must be able to arouse the soul consciousness in the fragment to resonate with her!

This is the career of a mage taught by the goddess of magic, and the abilities that the goddess of magic should have that Midnight lacks can almost make up for it during this period of time.

If Midnight agrees with some of the views of his predecessor, Mystra, the precarious relationship between the goddess of magic and the god of mages can also be eased.

As for the Slate of Destiny, one must be good at writing novels. The logic is really clear and interlocking.

Hill couldn't help but click on the oil painting. Most importantly, according to the tradition of mages, the first few years were the probation period for apprentices, and they were all basic courses in the magic tower, not a real master-apprentice relationship.

Especially in the past few years when spells were completely unusable, apprentices had nothing to do except memorize them.

When the magic net stabilized and the mage thought that 'Midnight' was a good seed and wanted to accept her as a real student, she was no longer needed.

Just go out for an adventure, make countless friends, let the love and friendship lost in the past because of the chaos of that turbulent year find a new beginning again.

Among them, there are probably the twin sons of Kelben. The children of the two magic voters must be full of affection for this lovely and beautiful lady.

Compared with Kelenvor, the god of death who has a stubborn personality and cold temper, who quarrels with her at every turn, and a pair of twins who are full of affection for 'Midnight', who look exactly the same but have completely opposite temperaments, isn't it obvious which side to choose? ?
Without the interference of the gods, Midnight's adventure must be enjoyable and exciting. Even if there are any terrible adventures, as long as she awakens her identity as a god, she will be able to save her friends and lovers.

Because of her powerful divine power, she can save all regrets. After realizing this, Midnight will still feel that the identity of the goddess of magic has caused her to lose too much?
Midnight at that time... will definitely become the real Mystra.

What a great way to teach...

Unlucky for the Torilians!
Hill knew that even if his judgment was somewhat biased, it was basically the same.

However, the Slate of Destiny probably didn't expect that the first step went wrong.

The largest fragment of the 'Black Eye' oil painting was actually put in the warehouse by Hill, and it was never intended to be used.

So, now it's time to guess:

The shrewd and capable Kelben, the black stick, if he found the aura of the goddess of magic in 'Midnight', would he choose to let his twin sons grow up with her childhood sweetheart, or do it himself?

It would be even more interesting if he didn't find out.

Kelben, who had a bad relationship with Alustri, would do to the mother and daughter who suddenly came to join him and were kicked out of Silvermoon City because of something they had committed?
In the current situation, Kelben will definitely try every means to test the stability of the magic net, and the best way is to let the apprentices toss.

Their connection with the magic net is relatively shallow, and even if they are backlashed, they will just lie down for a few days, but Hill doesn't know if Midnight will understand Kelben's last resort.

Most importantly, did Kelben, who was very interested in those ruins, have any fragments of the oil painting of the goddess of magic?
Hill tapped the table lightly with his fingers, Waterdeep City...it is impossible not to deal with the City of Shadows at all.

Although those great arcanists were undead, they used to be believers of the sun god, and they liked to make the place they lived very resplendent, and they also needed a lot of spell-casting materials.

These are all relatively valuable commodities in Deep Water City.

The ghost princes will not keep Mystra's exclusive artifact in their hands, and will definitely sell it.

Hill bit his cheek, no, he can't make decisions based on these guesses.

Hill asked Martha to call Terry.

The little golden dragon came very quickly.

The prototype he now uses even when selling wine is full of shocking power.

During this period of time, it was almost the most beautiful time for the giant dragons. They dared to go anywhere except those races that were famous for their strength.

Many dragons took the opportunity to swagger into the town with their prototypes. Taking things without paying for them is a trivial matter. Taking the opportunity to rob is almost written on their happy teeth.

Of course, a city like Waterdeep City is not afraid of giant dragons, and there are huge attacking machines on their walls.

But ordinary towns are a bit more troublesome.

Fortunately, a large number of dragons died because of the dragon madness...the number of dragons who can come out to make troubles is much less.

"Terry, I remember that there was a very strange alchemist in the hotel, wearing the robes of a learned mage, who was always secretly selling some strange potions in the tavern?"

"Yes, he lives in the top floor suite with his wife." Terry asked, tilting his head. "Those humans said her wife was a beauty, but I didn't see it."

Hill smiled and said, "Find a way to sell this strange thing to him. No matter how much you sell it for, you can keep it for yourself without giving me a share."

Terry's eyes lit up instantly. He took out his gloves and restored himself to his human form, before he carefully picked up the fragment of the oil painting and observed it carefully: "Mystra's stuff? Why did you sell it to him?
If it is sold to Alustri, it will probably cost more. "

"But selling it to him is more beneficial to me. Otherwise, why would I give you the money?" Hill replied with a smile.

(End of this chapter)