Twenty Sided Dice

The scarier thing than a misunderstanding is that there is no way to explain the misunderstanding. Siegel certainly couldn't show the space key in front of Hunk, it would be too dangerous. What if he reports the jailer? With the help of the dice, it's sure not to be found, but there's no guarantee that the jailer will cut his stomach open and rummage through the stomach pouch, and it's not worth dying for it. Siegel believes that with the help of the healing potion, his injuries can slowly recover. He has prepared a lot of things in the space, including food, drinking water, wine, spices, weapons and money, but there is no spare wand and magic material bag. It's a lesson, Siegel thought.

Time passed very slowly in the cell, and Siegel's injuries were not healed, so he didn't dare to try to escape easily. He calmed down, simulated the composition of the spell over and over in his mind, and used meditation to improve his magic skills. This is a very old method, but it is rarely used nowadays. After the popularization of wand technology, the demand for magic materials by mages dropped to a very low level, which greatly saved the cost of casting spells, so mages could use spells more frequently. The experience and experience of actually releasing the spell is much better than meditating on a simulation in your head. Meditation, however, remains a required course for mages, a tribute to an ancient tradition.

Siegel is doing this meditation, longer and deeper than ever before. After going through the process of "magic awakening", his body and mind are all ready to receive more powerful magical energy. In the meditative world, flames turn into fireballs, water droplets turn into frost, acid can be extracted from the soil, and thunder is in the air. The magical element moved, evolved, sublimated over and over in his imaginary world. Meditation will not immediately improve the spellcasting ability of the mage, but it can tap the potential and lay the foundation for the next development.

There was another sound of walking outside the cell door, and Siegel woke up alertly. The gnome jailer carried a wooden barrel and stirred it with a long wooden spoon. Siegel smelled a strong smell of rotten grain, and the bucket was filled with porridge made from this grain.

"Bastard, give me my skin." The dwarf said in a vicious voice: "Otherwise, don't even think about eating."

Siegel threw the skin bag to him. The "Golden Potion" inside was already poured out by him through the window. The skin bag was empty. The dwarf, watching out for the two prisoners, used a long spoon to hook the skins out of the gap in the railing. Before him, there was a jailer who was too close to the railing, and a violent orc rushed up to grab the neck and strangled him alive, and then was torn into several pieces and dragged into the cell. Fortunately, the jailer did not have the key, and the prisoner could not escape. After eating the body of the jailer, they were abandoned in the cell and starved to death.

The dwarf picked up the skin, opened his mouth and smelled it, with an intoxicated expression on his face. Then he said, "Show me your wound, how is your recovery?"

"Do you know what's better than gold potion? It's gold." Siegel stared into the dwarf's eyes and said, "Do you want to get rich?"

The dwarf swallowed, took a step back cautiously, and asked, "What kind of trick are you doing? Don't try to lie to me!"

"Everyone needs friends, copper friends, silver friends and gold friends," Siegel said. "I have many friends, and my friends have more friends. What do you want? Land or enjoyment. Eat and drink as much as you can, or let the strong and powerful swordsmen obey your orders, even to empty the urinal? Help me, and my friends will help you."

"Where did you get the gold?" The dwarf said with a smile, "You don't even have clothes, where did you get the gold?"

At least he has a reaction! Siegel thought. "Yes, someone took my wallet, and my clothes and shoes, but they didn't take the real wealth." Siegel pointed to his head and said, "The gold is in it, I remember. Tell me where we are now, and I'll tell you the location of the nearest gold mine, or a gem mine. We haven't left the Walled Mountains, have we?"

"Of course, there is only one mountain here."

"You see, dear dwarf, there is always exchange for justice. You help me, and I will help you. I can prospect, I can refine gold, and I will make you rich and your master rich. Rich. Listen to me, you don't have to take any risks, just send me a message."

"To whom?" The dwarf took a step closer and asked. Siegel looked at him and knew that the dwarf had become his prisoner, and that the first jailer to guard him was called Greed.

"A person you think can talk and won't betray you for money." Siegel continued to persuade: "If you help me convey this message, part of the gold mine is yours, look after it, Don't let others take it away. Do you understand the importance of choosing a partner? Do you need me to explain it to you, dwarf?"

"Don't underestimate me!" The dwarf threw the spoon into the wooden bucket, splashing a piece of gruel. "You will pay the price for underestimating me, you should go hungry today!" After he finished speaking, he carried the rice bucket and walked away.

A second jailer to guard the gnomes has been born: Pride.

The orc looked at Siegel and said nothing. "Hunk humk!" he said.

"Can you take the cell door down? I can't either, so I have to do it." Siegel said, "I don't like playing with words either, but who's calling my wrist hurt?"

"Hunk!"

"By the way, I suddenly thought of something." Siegel sat up straight and looked at the orc: "You can't speak, you can only hum, but can you write?"

"Hunk, Hunk."

"Okay, Mr. Humke. If one day we get out of trouble, if you want to learn, I will teach you to write."

The orc was stunned for a moment, and after a while, he replied, "Hunk."

Late that night, the iron chains on the prison door rattled and then fell apart. The dwarf jailer had bruised wounds all over his face, and he was limping on his legs. He untied the chain to open the cell door, and a guy who was two meters tall stepped in and filled the cell. He wears inlaid leather armor with a skull on each rivet. His weapon is a blue serrated dagger, but the real threat is the power hidden in his muscular muscles - it's a troll.

"Is it the dwarf that you deceived me?" The troll said: "Look at what you have done, let him be beaten. Think about what will happen if you dare to deceive me?"

"I don't need to think about it, because I won't deceive you." Siegel sat upright and did not evade the threat of the world. "I want freedom."

"You are a slave and have no freedom." The troll said: "You will not be free even if you die."

"Then I want treatment commensurate with my value."

Just leave this cell and have access to minerals, plants, or metals, and you'll be amazed at what a mage can do. First, Siegel thought, to get out of the cell.

The troll sneered, took out his serrated dagger, slapped his thigh, and asked, "You want a bed, hot food, and a woman?"

"Yes," Siegel replied.

"I want those things too, but it's not so easy to get them." The troll put the faint blue dagger against Siegel's face and slid under his eyelids. The fishy smell came clearly from the dagger. It was a mixture of blood, bile and gastric juices. This was a skinned dagger. "I kill and am very proficient, so I have bed, food and women, what do you have?"

"Gold."

The dagger was raised high, and the troll said, "I'll give you one last chance, what do you have?"

Siegel thought for a while, and he saw the tyranny, suspicion and hidden greed in the eyes of the troll. "I have a way to make you rich," he said.

The troll cocked his mouth and laughed. The dwarf also smiled in agreement, but was kicked and rolled more than three meters away on the stone ground. "Don't smirk, you little bug." The troll cursed, then turned to look at Siegel: "What can you do? You look worse than a savage in the wasteland, and you can't even keep your clothes. If it wasn't for my mercy to put you in a cell near the volcanic passage, you would have frozen to death. Your life is in my hands, and I can get everything I want to know with whips, knives, irons, and starvation Answer, why exchange bed food for women? How can you prove what you said?"

Siegel got down on one knee, bowed his head and pretended to be loyal: "You control my life, so I have no freedom. Whips, knives, and irons will damage my body and affect my work efficiency. And starvation takes effect too slowly. It's a waste of precious time, time to be enjoyed by being rich. Bed, food and women are a good place to start."

"Well, it makes sense. But it's all fiction, it's just your words, maybe it's all deception." The troll said: "A new clever trick, but the end is the same, be a good one story, and then die."

"I can prove that what I said is true." Siegel pointed to the troll's hand and said, "First of all, I need your dagger."

"My...dagger?" The troll smiled: "You want me to give you a weapon? What a low-level deception! Are you joking?"

"I'm fighting for whether I can survive, my lord." Siegel stared at the troll with a firm look in his eyes. "Survival is no joke."

The troll's laughter stopped abruptly, UU reading www.uukanshu. com He crouched down to look at Siegel, sniffing the scent. The troll could tell fear, lies and dying struggles by smell, but this time he smelled nothing. He and Siegel looked at each other, neither of them blinked, neither flinched. The troll snorted. "Finally, you said something that makes sense. I like it." He threw the dagger at Siegel's feet, stood up, and retreated to the cell door, then said, "Prove it."

Siegel took the dagger, wiped the blood on it with his thigh, exposed the blade of the dagger, licked it with his tongue, and threw the dagger back. "This is an artificially baked blue dagger, which will not rust and is very strong. To do this, you need a blue gem called topaz, which is dissolved in dragon fire and added to the molten iron that is about to solidify. It can only be made by baking it with a white charcoal fire. In the past, topaz was only available in the Old World, and it was expensive, so baked blue weapons were very rare. However, this dagger is not from the Old World, but a product from the New World. Mora To the south of the pinnacle is a village called Klaxxi, also known as Lazy Man's Cave, and there's actually a secret topaz mine there. That's where your dagger came from."

"This only shows that you are a weapon craftsman, but nothing else."

"You've driven this dagger into a rock recently, and the serrations have debris in them. I think the stone in that place is a sturdy crystalline rock, maybe pale yellow or pale pink. The rocks look ugly and unworkable, but there are Here I am, I can find gems like ruby ​​​​or citrine. If you are lucky, topaz is also possible - do you want another dagger like this?" Siegel said confidently, at the same time. In my heart I thank the dwarf Erint and the library on Mora's Pinnacle.