The Heavens: Hogwarts Transfer Students

Baldur's Gate is a great city, but just like all strong men were once babies, all cities are born out of desolation. Foreigners who are confused and ignorant about history may accidentally hear the story of Baldur's Gate and regard Baldur's Gate as a city of honor founded by heroes.

But there's a dark side behind Baldur's Gate's glamorous exterior, and its bustling and ostentatious status quo was once filled with disgraceful haze.

Hundreds of years ago, this was just a small port. Fishermen built a small village named Gray Harbor after the port.

There is a group of villains called the Ghost Lanterns, who use lights to lure lost ships to the shore in the foggy weather along the Sword Coast. They looted stranded ships and hauled the loot and wreckage to the Gray Harbor to sell.

One can imagine what kind of people gathered in the Gray Port at that time - pirates, businessmen, assassins, and fugitives. They were all evil opportunists. Every nerve in their body was discharged for the golden precious metal. There is devilish greed in his blood.

It was in such a small village that a navigator named Bodean came out.

What he heard and saw in his childhood made Bodean yearn for wealth and the ocean. When he got his own ship and crew, he decided to go to sea. Go west through the Sea of ​​Swords and the vast Traceless Sea, pass by Yongju Island, and finally reach the distant Angome continent.

This journey brought Bodean great wealth. At the same time, he also met a bronze dragon, and the two became close friends. When Bod'an returned to his hometown of Gray Harbor, he distributed part of his amazing savings to his family and friends, while the other part was used for village development and investment activities.

The fate of Gray Harbor changed because of this generous sponsor. Commerce developed rapidly, the port expanded, and city walls were built to protect the port, gradually developing into one of the largest cities in the Sword Coast.

As for Bodean himself, he did not stay in the city he founded, but continued on his journey, and no one saw him again.

I'm afraid no one can imagine how painful Bodean's subsequent experience was. Captured by the mind flayer mastermind beneath Moonrise Tower, the former hero is now a brain-eating aberration, unable to walk in the sunlight with his true form.

But no matter what, he is back, a Bodean who thinks like the Comet Prince.

Constantine used his psychic powers to disguise himself as a human male with an ordinary face. He set out from the Livington area, measured the old land with his footsteps, and compared the scene in front of him with the hometown in his memory.

He saw the development and changes of Baldur's Gate, with more people and more prosperous business.

There are also things that have not changed. Criminal activities are still rampant, refugees and poor people are still suffering, every street is soaked with the blood of innocent people, and the soil in the gaps between the stone slabs has the smell of rust.

As the sun turned to the east, Constantine stepped onto the Feilongdu Bridge and stayed in the fortress for a moment. He leaned down and touched the cold masonry ground, as if he wanted to use the warmth of flesh and blood to penetrate the deep soil until he touched a certain An old friend who lives underground.

He continued walking to the north bank of the Chongsa River and stood with his feet in the Gemini Song area of ​​the outer city.

The entire outer city is built along Chenying Mountain, extending from the west foot to the north, all the way around to the east foot, and ending at the river bank, showing a long and narrow arc.

Passing all the way through the outer city, you arrive at the foot of the city wall in the lower city. Only through the city wall can you truly enter Baldur's Gate and call yourself an old Baldur. The outer city is considered a suburb. As for Livington, it is equivalent to Chongming Island in the Magic City, a distant relative in the countryside that cannot be reached with eight poles.

Constantine looked up at the towering Petrified Lizard Gate. There were various statues in the numerous niches and battlements, just like a flock of crows on an old tree, overlooking all the living things under the city wall.

There are many poor people in ragged clothes under the city wall. They can't afford the customs fee to enter the city. They wait here and beg from passers-by.

Constantine's psychic disguise was well-dressed, and many people gathered around him to salute and beg.

He dug into his pocket, took out a rag under the eager and excited eyes of the beggars, and spread it on the ground.

The beggars left disappointed.

Constantine begged for money in peace. But he is really not a qualified beggar. He neither has the shame to cry, nor the spirit of persistence. He is like a hunter waiting for something to happen, hoping for a pie to fall from the sky.

The sun moves across the sky, Baldur's Gate in late autumn is neither cold nor hot, and the pleasant ocean climate is undoubtedly revealed.

The grass and trees on Chenying Mountain are turning yellow, and there are many people outing and hiking at this time of year. Constantine was not impatient, he was just a little hungry and had not eaten for a long time.

Suddenly, his eyes fell on a group of passing adventurers.

The mind flayer tadpole trembled slightly. Lind turned his head and saw a beggar staring at him on the roadside.

"Constantine?"

"Yes, my friends. Nice to meet you."

The teammates were extremely excited, "Constantine is not in Elf Song! Linde, you have lost, and you are willing to admit defeat!"

"First of all, I didn't make a bet with you. Secondly, who would have guessed that Constantine was working as a beggar at the Basilisk Gate?"

This group of childish ghosts looked at each other, immediately pretended that nothing happened, had a laugh and passed away.

Linde asked Constantine, "Are you waiting for us here specifically?"

"That's not the case, it's just that I'm broke and can't afford the customs duties."

"With your ability, even if you don't charm a few passers-by, you can still earn reward money just by performing magic, right? If that doesn't work, why don't you play a minstrel dance?"

"I am neither a poet nor an actor." Constantine said with a proud smile, "This city cannot keep me away."

Lind shook his head, "You are so proud of yourself, you are truly a Githyanki."

Raizel and the other monks nodded in appreciation.

After paying the fee and passing through the city gate, the bright and refreshing street scene of the lower city comes into view. Although it is only separated by a wall, the residents here are much better than those in the outer city and Livington District, both in terms of living conditions and mental outlook.

People don't discuss much about the threat of the Supreme God. It seems that it is just an illusion far away in the horizon. There is no haze under the bright autumn sunshine, and even the gray harbor that is shrouded in fog all year round is sunny.

More Iron Guards patrolled the streets with sonorous and powerful steps. Each Iron Guard was coordinated with the Flame Fist mercenaries. Residents coming and going looked at the Iron Colossus with curiosity and vigilance on their faces.

Gortash is an arms dealer and was originally just a small figure in the political arena of Baldur's Gate. However, once the Iron Guard was launched, it quickly occupied the market and made his own status rise.

As the threat of the Supreme God became increasingly powerful, he was elected as a member of the Council of Four, replacing the recently deceased Duke Sanamna Wanshemp.

Constantine's steps were clear, heading straight to the Elf Song Tavern.

"Who are you going to see?" Linde asked knowingly.

"An old friend, please come with me."

"Can you tell me a little bit about who is Bodean's old friend?" Ying Xin showed just the right amount of curiosity.

"Her name is Belina Storme."

Will lost his voice in shock: "Duke Steme?" (End of this chapter)