The Heavens: Hogwarts Transfer Students

The Yankee girl came over with a group of warrior monks and asked, "What are you doing?"

"We need to raise money." Life is not easy, so Lin De performs as a performer. "Sister, don't forget that we are penniless now."

Raizel smiled slightly and said, "Your trick has been exposed."

The warlock and Paladin was not ashamed at all. He said calmly: "The person who really needs to buy a sword has not yet appeared."

"So, you plan to continue selling here? You're blocking the way."

The teller girl in the store was standing behind the door, rubbing her hands nervously. At this time, she finally plucked up the courage to talk to Linde.

"Sir, hello." Although Ekwekepu is a brass dragonborn with a ferocious appearance, his voice is very sweet. There is a cheerful and lively girl hidden in this body, which can make people smile.

"What's wrong, miss?" Linde's knowing attitude made people grit their teeth.

"Can you, uh, sell it somewhere else? You see, this is the entrance to our Livington General Store."

"Of course."

The dragonborn girl breathed a sigh of relief. At this moment, Gildroy Angle Iron, the master blacksmith of the shop, came through the back door. He yelled with a stinky face: "What's going on? Who is making noise at the door? Ekweke Pu, who are you talking to?"

"Master Gilderoy!" The dragonborn girl stuttered nervously, "It's nothing. Just a guest."

Gilderoy's forehead was throbbing with veins. He suddenly saw the armor on Linde and Raizel, and his expression immediately changed. Like a dog that smelled meat, he came over and stroked it, "Oh - isn't this fine gold?" Really? Two sets of fine gold plate armor, produced in the same batch, what kind of craftsmanship is this! Guests, distinguished guests, come with me!"

The sturdy middle-aged human blacksmith grabbed the two men's wrists and dragged them into the shop. Unexpectedly, he stumbled and couldn't catch Linde and the two at all. He turned around and shouted: "You distinguished guests will get 20% off the entire store!"

The Yankee girl had no expression on her face and said coldly: "You are challenging an opponent who is far more formidable than imagined, the Faerun people."

Linde laughed: "Twenty percent off, that's a good feeling. Brother, do you have tea and snacks? I'm starving here."

"Yes, yes! Ekwekepu, you are a dragonborn, not deaf. Serve snacks to the guests."

"Yes! Can only black tea be used?"

Gilderoy happily dragged them to the front hall of the store. The honor guards rushed in with a roar. They were not polite and ate whatever they had, but they had a big appetite.

The blacksmith repeatedly begged them to take off the armor for him to look at. At first glance, it sounds like this grumpy middle-aged man loves forging craftsmanship and has a sincere ideal.

"Ah, so beautiful, so beautiful." The blacksmith held Linde's plate armor and pretended to appreciate it, then picked up the table knife and stabbed the unarmored Paladin.

A layer of bright golden holy power surged out of Linde's body, and the flames vaporized the knife in an instant.

Such a shocking attack caught everyone in the house off guard.

The middle-aged blacksmith Gilderoy has a bald head and a long beard. He has such a rough face, but he gives out a sweet smile: "So cautious, so careful, so afraid of death!"

Raizel drew out his silver sword and slashed at him. There was no nonsense at all. The monks opened their fists and prepared to use violence. The dragonborn teller screamed.

The blacksmith easily dodged the attack, then twisted his neck, and his whole body exploded with scarlet fire, instantly transforming into a woman with gray skin and pale eyes.

"Olin." Lind called the attacker's name.

"Oh, little pup, you recognize me, that's great, because I recognize you too. Do you have the Netherstone in Catheric? Do you want to leave it to me for safekeeping? Promise me, promise me. , okay?" Olin clasped her hands together, making a tender and pleading gesture, but she couldn't hold back herself, "Hahahaha... My acting skills are very good, aren't they? Just a little bit, I can let you eat it The smell of knives, tsk tsk.”

Laizel was shocked by the evil aura and crazy posture exuding from Orin's body, and was speechless for a moment.

Linde responded easily: "Your acting skills are terrible, eldest sister. I suggest you buy a book "The Self-cultivation of an Actor" and read it first."

Olin's face suddenly twisted, and then he returned to his smile, "Are you thinking about giving a gift? Little dog, okay, next time we meet again, you can give me that copy of "What What". Actually, I don't like it. I read books, but there is one kind of book that I like very much. What kind do you think it is?

"The hollow collection book is best. I like to put a dagger or a bottle of poison in the mezzanine. As for you, it's best to put a piece of Nether stone in the mezzanine. Hehe, no, two pieces, you have to Give me two pieces and grab Gotash’s piece too, okay?”

Linde showed pity: "Do you think it's humorous for you to talk to yourself here? In this case, I suggest you turn left when you go out and walk along the street to the opposite side. There is a doomsday circus. Go in and find the clown inside. , tell him to get lost, and you go up and perform on stage."

Orin opened her eyes wide and seemed speechless, but then she gritted her teeth and sneered: "Hmph, are you talking about Mr. Dribos, the most popular clown in the Doomsday Circus? Unfortunately, he has been killed by me. Cut into pieces, the body was divided into several pieces and scattered throughout Baldur's Gate. Do you want to be the second Dribos?"

Linde didn't speak and yawned.

Raizel followed suit and yawned too. As we all know, yawning is contagious. The monks also opened their mouths and started to have fun. In the end, even the girl at the counter who was shaking nervously couldn't help but open her mouth.

"boring."

Orin's whole body stiffened, and his gray cheeks turned purple with anger, "Just wait for me, I will tear everyone around you apart one by one!" She then smiled softly, "Then, you can tell the difference Which of them should I pretend to be?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Orin cast a spell to teleport away and disappeared in an instant.

"Olin will be a trouble." Raizel reminded, "We have to eliminate her threat as soon as possible."

Linde put on his heavy armor and said, "Go get the person back first."

At this time, the real master blacksmith Gilderoy Angle Iron covered the back of his head and stumbled out of the back door.

The Dragonborn girl exclaimed: "Master! Are you okay?!"

"What a shit! This bastard just knocked me out!" He pointed at Linde.

"Master Blacksmith, there was someone else who knocked you out." Linde showed a Paladin smile, "In the name of the Holy Warrior, this statement is absolutely true."

"Paladin, phew, hey, you're wearing heavy adamantine armor? Can you take it off for me to see?" Gilderoy's anger went away faster than it came. I have to say that Olin really captured the essence of the character.

Gilderoy stared at the heavy adamantine armor and clicked his tongue, "Good guy, it seems to be the work of an iron-hand dwarf... Friend, where did you get this set of things?"

Lin Depin figured out the hidden meaning of the blacksmith's words. This man obviously had some kind of connection with the iron-hand dwarf.

"It's a long story. In short, I rescued a group of underground gnomes before. Their destination is Baldur's Gate. Maybe the Iron Hand clan and I can meet again."

"Is this happening? Please elaborate. Ekwekepu, serve tea and snacks to the guests, why are you standing there in a daze?"

The Dragonborn girl cried sadly, "Master, all the food in the store has been eaten by these aliens."

The prince's honorary losers blushed and looked around silently.