Netheril’s Brilliance

Punk found a small hotel to live in, but this obviously affected the business of the hotel. The hotel guests all chose to leave when they saw a mage checking in, and the hotel owner always had a forced smile expression when receiving Punk ——In the face of unfamiliar professionals with powerful power, ordinary people are almost instinctively afraid of the coercion brought by the higher-level soul.

Punk didn't care about the feelings of these ordinary people, he walked into the room calmly.

Looking at the peeling wall and the greasy bed, Punk's keen hearing heard the squeak of mice, he couldn't help shrugging, Which other traversers don't concentrate on saving or destroying the world? Don't live frugally. Punk lamented that he didn’t spend money lavishly because the task of the mage’s union didn’t have any monetary remuneration except for the qualification to purchase apprentice-level knowledge. Punk still remembered what the old mage said to him, “Knowledge is infinite. Look for it from a generous knowledge-sharing organization like the Mages Guild.

In fact, Punk knew that what the old mage said was correct. There are many mage organizations such as the Zhentarim Society. Punk also knows why professionals want to find a mentor, not only because they can get guidance, but also because it is too difficult and slow to buy cultivation knowledge by themselves.

Punk feels that after his cultivation path is on the right track, he should also consider finding a mentor. After all, even though he has the blood of the ancient elves and has a very long lifespan, if he has to do endless tasks—on the one hand, he will No amount of time can be wasted like this. On the other hand, it is too dangerous.

But now, the punks who are caught in the economic crisis have to complete the task of the grove of the dead first...

In the end, Punk decided not to think about these messy things. He decided to buy some food and come back. After all, he was leaving for a mission tomorrow, and it would inevitably be another few days of eating and sleeping in the open. He had to have a good meal now, besides, he was actually looking forward to the special food in this world.

Actually, I'm also a foodie at heart!

Punk sighed and walked out of the hotel.

Under the illumination of various lanterns, the streets of Conora City are very bright. Punk discovered that the nightlife of people in the cities of this world is actually quite rich.

I saw a handsome bard in a small square talking about a war in a distant kingdom, surrounded by many young people and children listening carefully. There are also some chefs who grill unknown meat on a large grill, and the billowing heat is lingering around. Of course, there are also noble carriages speeding past, regardless of the goods of many vendors being scraped to the ground.

Punk found a shop selling barbecue. The uncle in the shop generously handed over a meat skewer for Punk to taste. Skewers of oily barbecue, covered with a layer of rich and fragrant sauce, the skin of the barbecue is golden and crispy, which makes people's index fingers move.

Punk took a bite out of a large piece of roast meat, the juicy pieces rolled on the tip of his tongue, and the smooth taste made Punk very satisfied. In the end, Punk bought a barbecue full of kraft paper, seeing the aroma of the barbecue even though it was wrapped in thick kraft paper still made the surrounding canines salivate, Punk decided not to think about the task today, Let's enjoy the food first.

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The barbecue was eaten by Punk in one night, but Punk’s task is not known when it will be completed. Although Punk knows some prophecy spells, which can help to find the dead forest, Punk feels that his apprentice-level spells The help that can be obtained is very limited. After all, the grove of the dead is a target with magical powers, and it may have been artificially shielded.

I hope I can have a good luck, otherwise I have to be prepared to tour around the wilderness. Standing in front of the city gate, Punk sighed in his heart, seeing that the bigger sun Chicasa had emerged from the horizon, he checked again the only magic items on his body - the robe and staff, and finally After taking a large bag of dry food that I just bought from the innkeeper, I set off and walked towards the wasteland.

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The search time always passes quickly, before you know it, two suns, one big and one small, have already set, and three moons of different colors have appeared in the night sky (there are three moons in Faerun, namely: dark blue Moon of the Wind—Gal, Moon of the Whirl—Thor, and Moon of the Cyborg—Eye of Dorosh), now that Punk is far away from the city of Conora, he is standing on a crooked Under the crooked dead tree, frowning, he felt the results of the first... I don't know how many times he detected it. The moonlight illuminates Punk's figure in a mysterious and eerie way.

Previously, Punk's detection of roads, directions, and Dead Forest always got some messy information like the direction is deviated, something is moving, the fruit trees in the south have no fruit. But this time The detection... He got a little different information - Thor's return direction can be used by someone.

Punk rubbed his chin and thought for a while, The Whirling Moon - Thor's return should refer to its rising (the moon of Faerun, the sun revolves around the plane of Faerun), but what does it mean that someone can use it? Does it mean that the person is related to the forest of the undead? Or does it mean that he can help him? In the end, Punk decided to follow the prophecy's prompts to search for it. After all, he didn't feel any danger from the prophecy information. If he wandered around like this completely on his own, he might be wandering around in the small wasteland of Aigma for a long time!

Punk blessed himself with a night vision and looked up at the moon. Because of the gloomy weather, the three moons were still bright and conspicuous except for the mysterious Eye of Dorosch. Thor and Cal were covered by thick clouds. There is only a faint brilliance looming from the night sky.

It looks like it's going to rain... Punk adjusted the brim of the hood of his robe, letting the shadow cover most of his face, and then walked towards the north—the direction where Thor rose go.

In the dark and silent wilderness, the dew from the young weeds wet the leather boots. After walking for two hours, Punk suddenly saw a light in the distance. In the dark night, even using night vision, he felt blurred. , this light is particularly conspicuous.

Punk recharged his lesser mage armor and approached the light.

I saw a young girl with glasses sitting on the grass, a bonfire burning quietly on the ground, the girl was wearing a pure white robe, and there was a golden emblem engraved with a newborn sun on the chest of the robe, she A copy of Teachings of Dawn was neatly placed on her lap. The girl didn't seem to notice the arrival of punk. She clasped her hands piously and muttered something like Thank you for the eternal dawn, I pray to a glorious redemption and the like.

In the flickering light of the campfire, the girl's beautiful face looked holy and gentle, cute and kind, and at the same time... disgusting! At least that's how punk felt.

This is a devout priest - a follower of Lathander, the Lord of Dawn.