The Heavens: Hogwarts Transfer Students

The bard Edkin once swore an oath against tyranny to fight for the weak without asking for anything in return.

He is active in the Sword Coast area, usually listening to the conversations of adventurers and mercenaries in taverns, and will come forward when he finds signs of evil forces moving. So far, he's doing well and is a qualified harpist.

There is no pay for this work, and the Harpers do not have a strict framework. Everyone comes together spontaneously to pursue a righteous cause.

When Edkin was a happy bachelor, he didn't think money was important, and he couldn't keep a penny in his pocket. But now that he had a true love and his wife was pregnant, the pressures of life subtly reminded Edkin that it was time to save money.

His wife always supports Edkin unconditionally and never forces him to change his mind. Once, the couple went to the market to buy vegetables, and the wife negotiated the price of a tomato with the street vendor. They had a lively quarrel, as if they were fighting a great battle, and finally saved a copper coin. On the way back, his wife apologized to him because it was a bit shameful to bargain like this.

"However, we earned this copper coin." They both laughed, the wife was full of joy, but Edkin's mouth was full of bitterness.

Unexpected heavy rain blocked Edkin's way home. He looked at the dark and muddy world by the window, and a thunderbolt exploded in the clouds, scaring his thoughts out of his thoughts.

"Li, how did you meet that friend? He doesn't seem like a man to deal with."

While soaking his feet, Stan flipped through "Playboy", his carefree appearance made Edkin secretly jealous, and cursed him to enter the palace of marriage as soon as possible.

"You mean Lin."

"His name is Lin?"

"Lin De, Lin's surname. He is a very easy-going person. If you take the initiative to say hello to him, you will find that this person has a good heart besides being straightforward. You especially cook well. He used to When staying at my house, Jiali and I had good luck every day."

It is still difficult for Edkin to connect a mysterious man with a cold demeanor and a head hanging from his waist with the kind-hearted food lover in Stan's mouth.

"Then what is the silver staff in his hand? The female elf and the group of men in black are all very interested in it."

Stan's answer was drowned in the sudden thunder, and Edkin couldn't hear it clearly. He asked again, but Stan didn't answer. He wiped his feet and took out the basin to pour water.

Edkin followed him with a candle, providing light at night, while also changing the subject, inquiring insinuatingly about Linde's origins and past.

The two were chatting, and when they passed through the hall where the lights were turned off at night, the surroundings were pitch black, the wind was whistling, and there was a faint rotten smell in the air, which seemed to be the smell of damp and moldy floors, or it might be the smell of spoiled food.

The elk, still crouching in the corner, away from the window she had smashed in during the day, seemed to have rested now, with only one starling standing on its back, and the rest were gone.

Stan opened the door and splashed water, and the thunder flashed, illuminating a corpse lying in front of the inn door, from which the previous rancid smell came from.

"Dead man!" he shouted, not in a tone of panic.

Edkin heard the reputation and looked over, seeing the corpse, he was startled.

The deceased was obviously dressed in the group of people in black during the day. He originally suspected that these people might be related to Searle's red-robed wizard, and regarded them as a major threat. Unexpectedly, at this moment, one person fell silently in the rainy night.

"What?" Stan asked.

"Let's go and inform Mr. Jamal, and then call everyone over." Edkin stepped forward and lifted the hood of the corpse, making a trembling inhalation sound.

A quarter of an hour later, the hall was brightly lit, and everyone in the inn was present. The female elf has also changed back to human form, and a few starlings flew back to her shoulders, chirping and chirping.

Maybe this would be a good time to dance if it weren't for the wet corpses on the floor.

The Cyres came so quickly that they did not allow others to examine the body.

Edkin knew that the corpse was an undead, with a bald head and tattoo-like marks of witchcraft on the body surface, all of which were the characteristics of a red-robed wizard.

He didn't make a sound, but his heart skipped a beat.

Jamal, the boss, rubs his hands together uneasily, his eyes twinkling. The guests who didn't know the truth talked a lot. Everyone wanted to know the cause of death, and then find out the murderer hidden in the crowd. No one knew whether the next victim would be himself.

"Hey! Don't you want to know who killed your companion?" The dwarf guard Barenda Horn shouted in a rough voice. His uncle Joyn Horn stood aside, secretly looking at everyone with suspicious eyes, his face The look on his face seemed to be watching a group of thieves.

"He's fine, you don't need to worry about it." The leader of the red-robed wizard replied stiffly.

"Everyone is dead, are you still fine?" A human traveler sarcastically sarcastically, and the others all let out dull and short laughs.

"Who saw the deceased go out?" Edkin asked, looking at the female elf, "You have been in the hall."

Druid said, "I didn't see him go out, but..."

"But what?"

"There seems to be some bad changes in the inn. One of my companions tried to leave, but flew back here." The starling on her shoulder chirped, as if to testify to the elf's words.

The halfling Tao Na hid behind Linde, stuck out half of her head and looked at the corpse.

"Mr. Lin, how did he die?"

Linde shook his head, "There are many possible ways to die. But he was murdered by the devil."

"Devil? Is there a devil in the inn?" The surrounding people were frightened by the magician's words.

"Impossible, the devil is in hell and won't come out." A pale old man said hoarsely, "unless he is summoned."

Linde looked around. Most people dared not look at him. The magician seemed to look beyond the crowd, checking the air in the entire hall. He said softly, "The sacrifice started very early. Every time a person dies, the devil will die." Come sooner."

The timid person began to shiver, and when he heard the thunder outside the house, he screamed and prayed to the gods. For a while, the prayers were buzzing in the inn.

Edkin swallowed a mouthful of saliva, squeezed out a smile, and asked Linde: "What do you mean it started early? And the devil you mentioned, uh, why did you come?"

Linde glanced at the harp player, feeling that this person looked familiar, and he looked like an actor in appearance.

"I met thirteen devil worshipers on the road. They performed thirteen suicides in front of me and cast a curse on me. As long as there are sinful people around me who die, the soul will become a sacrifice for the devil. Now it is far away from it Coming, just a little bit closer."

Travelers flocked away from Linde.

The owner of the inn, Jamal, said with a sad face: "Guest, I will pay you back the money, and this store will not do your business anymore."

"The devil took the initiative to kill people, which means that this inn has been selected as the descending place." Linde explained, "This rain will not stop, and no one can leave until the rain stops."

"That means we're stuck here?"

"That's right."

Seeing the anger of the crowd, Edkin hurriedly asked loudly: "Then do you have a solution?"

"Yes, when the devil comes, I will kill him." The magician's tone was like waiting to pop a pustule, and the ease of the tone made people feel absurd.

"Crazy!" screamed the old man, "he's a crazy man, drive him away!"