Although Tillanders is near the distant country, according to the leading teacher, there is a huge enchantment around the academy, and there is no one to guide it, let alone enter it, and even its location may not be found.

Therefore, the best way for the lost Sherlock and the others is to find a nearby place to avoid the pursuit that may appear again, while waiting for the rescue of the academy.

A moment later, Arashi flew back with two nice news.

There were no people from the Dark Temple around, and there happened to be a small village in the middle of nowhere to stay.

The location of the village was not far away, but the sky was getting dark and the mountain road was rough, so everyone hurried and finally walked into this small village called 'Forget Worries Town' before sunset.

There are countless primitive villages in the Forgotten Realms, but most of them are inactive unless they have resources, geographical advantages, or a related story.

Like Olasberg, where Sherlock had been before, halfway between the Ghost Hill and the Cherribam Marsh.

In the place where birds don't poop, there are not many aborigines, and the only dozens of players are just passing by or staying temporarily with tasks.

The situation in the town of Forgotten Worries in front of you is similar, or worse.

Apart from the rest of the group, Sherlock hadn't seen any other players in the village.

This kind of situation is rare!

"Village Chief, are there no other adventurers here?" Sherlock asked curiously.

"We're in the middle of nowhere, and it's rare for outsiders to come." The village chief is an old man with white hair and crutches, the standard village chief template.

"Are you really adventurers, are you going to slay dragons?" A little boy next to the village chief was holding a homemade wooden sword, with two lines of snot on his face, but his eyes were full of yearning.

"It's not!" Trisna paused, then pointed at Sherlock and smiled, "But this uncle just killed a red dragon not long ago." “

"Wow—" exclaimed the little boy with his mouth wide open, his expression full of adoration.

"You really killed a red dragon!" On the other side of the village chief, a sixteen or seventeen-year-old girl asked with a red face.

"Forehead......" Sherlock was really a little unaccustomed to being looked at like this, and nodded and said, "Sort of." ”

Seeing him admit it, the girl's eyes became even hotter, and she deliberately slowed down and walked over and asked about the process of slaying the dragon.

Sherlock didn't really slay dragons, but after reading so many biographies and listening to so many troubadours' stories, he was able to embellish his own experience appropriately.

One of the two can blow, and the other believes it, and they chatted happily for a while.

"Vile, stop pestering the guests, if you want to hear the story, there is time in the evening." The village chief turned his head to dissuade the girl from further moves: "The party is about to begin, you should go and get ready." ”

Hearing the village chief's words, Wei'er could only let go of Sherlock's arm and left in a huff.

"Village chief, will there be a party later?" Amber asked with interest, already figuring out how to cheat, no, to make some extra money.

"Well, today happens to be the beginning of autumn, and our village has always had a tradition of holding sacrifices on this day to pray for good weather and good weather." The village chief said with a smile.

"No wonder these houses don't have any pyrotechnics." Qing Xuan was still wondering why there was no one in the house on this big night.

"Hehe, the people in the village have been preparing for many days, and today they are even more busy from morning to night, you young people can have a good time later." The village chief explained.

The crowd chatted and walked, and soon came to the square where the sacrifice was held.

The huge and bright bonfire is filled with all kinds of food and wine, and the surrounding area is crowded with onlookers.

"Adventurer, the old man is going to the abbot's sacrifice, you can do whatever you want." The village chief said sorry and left with the little boy.

There was nothing to do left and right, and Sherlock also wanted to feel the festive atmosphere, so he found a corner and sat down.

"Trisna, how did you get involved with the people of the Dark Temple?" He took out a cup of pudding milk tea and handed it over.

"It's not to look for you!" Trisna said depressedly: "When I inquired about the information, I was accidentally pulled in,

I was thinking of messing around for a while and then trying to get out, but who knew that the old woman didn't know where she had taken a fancy to me, so she had to make me believe in Sha'er, and said that she would let me be the next main priest.

I couldn't help it, I kept dragging it out, and this time I finally found a chance to escape. “

"That old woman, is it Ravel, or is it Acewell?" The two names quickly came to Sherlock's memory.

"It's Acewell, how do you know?" Trisna was surprised.

"I've heard of Sha'er's spokesperson in Feerun." Sherlock said, his eyes unconsciously scooping on Muruki in the distance.

In the mysterious temple disguised as the Temple of Mystra, it was Muruki who saved him and the squirrel's life, and the information about Eswell was also told to him by the other party.

Although the two did not see each other again, they still kept in touch from time to time.

I don't know what happened to make her so angry that she couldn't even sit together.

"By the way, you said you were looking for me, what's the matter?" Sherlock asked, coming back to his senses.

"What do you say?" Trisna rolled her eyes: "Take my ice spirit, don't look for anyone you find." “

"You let me keep it yourself."

"Then now I'm going to take it back, will you give it to me?"

"Call me the captain and I'll give it back to you." Sherlock pulled out the ice spirit and said with a smile.

"Captain!" Trisna shouted without hesitation.

"Cortana is so good!" Sherlock didn't break his promise and threw the knife over.

When I chose this knife, I was indeed a little impulsive, and a simple level 10 excellent quality weapon was definitely not as good as the other two rewards.

I wanted to bet on the secret behind this knife, but who knew that it was too big to find a secret, and he didn't have a chance to solve it until now.

There was still a mess on his hands, and he really didn't have time to go to Silvermoon City to find Erasdror to unseal it in a short period of time.

And even if he goes, Ms. Yinyue won't necessarily give him this face.

Now that he had met Trisna, he didn't mind returning the knife to the other party directly, especially if the other party had just helped him.

"Give it to me, it's a legendary weapon, and it's about a treasure." Trisna seduced.

"You call me captain, so it's my captain who pays benefits to the team members." Sherlock shook his head.

He didn't know when he was so generous, if he was known by the eleventh, he would probably start eating steamed buns again next month.