Prophet: "... She gave the soldier who had ended her suffering her merciful shelter, and he no longer had to be afraid to walk alone in the dark. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info Did you see this? It's full of monsters and visions. Yahong, the merciful soldier, has since walked in the light of her power. No creature born of darkness could come close to him. ”

Rogette: "There's no way to find the spear?" ”

Prophet: "Demon hunter, that was a long time ago, but I believe the spear fell into the hands of another soldier. It's the bastard who sells Sabina's relics outside the camp inn. ”

Rogette: "I know who you're talking about. Next question, why do we need so many candles? Why not just make a campfire? ”

Prophet: "This is Sabina's Flame." Its light will protect us and guide the soldier in every step. ”

Rogert: "I have one more question, who are you?" What was your name before? ”

Prophet: "Does that matter?" Let the sins of youth go away with the wind. When our children and grandchildren see what we have left behind, they will judge our merits. ”

Tang Tu looked at this prophet, his heart full of doubts. What the prophet said was too different from what Zavik said. Is Sabina a good guy or a bad guy after all? Did she deserve it or was she wronged?

This concludes Rogette's conversation with the Prophet. Obviously, the next stop was the guy who sold the relics. The players followed Rogette back to camp and found the guy.

The nail thief is selling: "Relics, artifacts, ornaments, amulets... Sacred and valuable! ”

Rogette got straight to the point: "I know that the spear that Yahong used to pierce Sabina's heart is in your hand. ”

Nail thief: "Did he tell you?" I thought the old madman wanted to forget his past sins. ”

Rogette: "I need that spear." ”

Nail Thief: "Demon hunter, that's unlikely. I've only seen it a few times a few years ago. ”

Rogert: "What's the situation?" ”

Nail thief: "Quietly how similar we are." You want news, I want money. And we all need help to get what we need. ”

Rogette: "How much?" ”

Nail thief: "I want half of what you usually get paid for taking on cases." ”

Rogette: "Tell me about Sabina." Rogert's eyes lit up with a golden glow, and he moved his fingers a few times to release the spell. Apparently he was not going to pay the nail thief.

Nail Thief: "All in all... Smooth closing. You know... When Yahong went mad because of Sabina, I bought the spear from the innkeeper. The guy pawned it at the inn... He was as drunk as a fish.

After that, Yahong hid in the hills, and no one dared to venture there. Some people call him a prophet, but in my dictionary he's just a madman. ”

The prophet is Yahong!! It was he who pierced Sabina's heart!

The nail thief continued: "... I don't know why the monsters don't attack him, but a fisherman who supplies welfare society goods says that some monsters hate the smell of fish oil, and that Yahong is using fish oil to make candles. ”

Rogette: "What did you do with that spear?" ”

Nail Thief: "I'm sorry I lost it in a game of dice." Otherwise, I can sell it for a good price now. I lost my spear to a soldier who later fought the Squirrels in the Pota Valley. He told me he used it to kill some of the big squirrel party bigwigs.

But I heard it broke off in some damn spear joust. And the funniest thing is that the big guy is still alive! I heard that he is now with a vixen from Yadean. Some obnoxious commander. Who knows, maybe he still has the head of the gun. ”

Rogert: "The man's name is Orpheus. ”

Nail thief: "You know him?" ”

Rogert: "I'll tell you a hundred coins." ”

Nail thief: "Phew. ”

Rogette didn't take the nail thief's impudence to heart: "I found footprints at Sabina's execution ground. Do you know how that came about? ”

Nail thief: "How would I know?" It's the footprints you found, not me. ”

Rogert: "Your shoes are blackened by the ashes. ”

Nail thief: "Shhh, well, what do you want to know?" ”

Rogette: "What kind of person is Sabina?" ”

Nail Thief: "Like everyone else, she looks like a young on the outside, but she is an old witch on the inside." If you want someone to talk about her, go to the candle-burning madman. ”

The clue here points to Orpheus. Obviously, Rogette was unable to find Orpheus for the time being. Perhaps the Prophet could be questioned again, after all, he concealed his true identity.

Instead of looking for the Prophet, Rogette found Dysmo.

Rogette handed Desmo a stack of notes, "Look at this, can you find anything?" ”

Dysmo glanced at his notes and his expression changed slightly: "Where did you get these?" ”

Rogert: "That's not important. ”

Dysmo's face was solemn: "Don't you know what is recorded in it?" ”

Rogert: "If I knew, I wouldn't have asked you." ”

Desmo: "This describes a very dangerous ritual. Actually, it's an authentic necromancy... The kind of spell that will get you burned at the stake. ”

Rogette: "To be clear, what kind of ritual is it?" ”

Desmo: "A ritual to summon evil spirits, and the deceased has done so many evils in their lives that they wander the world after death." Such an undead would gladly accept the agreement in exchange for a chance to enter the afterlife. ”

Rogette: "Why would anyone want to deal with demons?" ”

Desmo: "There are many reasons why there are people who are willing to trade their souls for what they think is precious. I would love to buy this reel. ”

Rogette: "I thought necromancy was forbidden. ”

Desmo: "Indeed. But I'm a crazy manuscript collector, collecting things that contain forbidden knowledge. ”

Rogette: "I still want to keep this scroll." Or talking about the curse, I have to go through the fog outside, otherwise I can't lift the curse. ”

Dysmo: "I should have helped you prepare the white flag when I sent you out as an envoy... The little girl is notoriously honest, and she will welcome you and invite you to a feast. With a little luck, you might even be able to get that her. "Which little girl? How do you feel that Rogette and Dysmo are not on the same channel.

Rogette: "You're sick. ”

Dysmo: "They say she's beautiful. Don't you like peasant girls? "Who the hell is she?

Rogette: "It's none of your business. ”

Dysmo: "In order to avoid the elves' lack of understanding of the symbol of justice, please bring this armor with you." I would add that there is also the blessing of King Hengset above. "Are you sure it's not a curse?

Rogette raised an eyebrow: "When the king's life depends on someone else, his concern will never end. ”

Desmo: "I've spent some time making this lately. This gadget will take you through the fog and provide some protection against evil spirits. ”

Rogette: "Thank you. Also, I need some magic powder to draw runes. ”

Desmo: "Did you notice that powdered camphor resin is required for prescriptions?" ”

Rogert: "Yes. ”

Desmo: "Then you must know that resin is very precious. ”

Rogette: "Go and pay Hengset." I need powder to exorcise evil spirits, reverse prophecy, and free him from his curse. ”

Dysmo: "You should have said it sooner. I will give you all the powder you need. ”

Rogette: "On behalf of the King, I say thank you. ”

Desmo: "I have something else that you might find useful." You asked me for an amulet, but I have something better. Accept this magic book, there are many things in it. I believe there are even syphilis prevention runes in it, and I've marked my advice. ”

Rogette: "Thank you for your generosity. ”

Rogette grabbed his things and walked out of the camp with a group of players. Halfway through, they met the dwarf Dzortan.

Rogert: "Drottan, why are you sullen?" ”

Dwarf Dzortan: "Everything doesn't go well with his daughter... Do you have vodka on you? ”

Rogert: "No. Looks like something bad is bothering you. ”

Dwarf Zoltan: "I feel like a monkey in a cage, and those obnoxious creatures are as if they have never seen a dwarf. ”

Rogette: "If you need to feel a different atmosphere, just come with me." I'm going to go to Fguine. ”

Dwarf Dzortan: "Look, what you said is as easy as going to the women's ward around the corner. Forget all the demons and monsters on the road? ”

Rogette: "Maybe I'm amnesic, but I'm not going to forget the curse." Rogette glanced around the players, "Look, we have a lot of helpers right now. ”

Dwarf Dzortán: "All I've heard here are 'non-human gnomes' or something... And I have dwarven buddies over there. Of course, I'm going to choose Sachia over the damn Hengset. Are you really willing to help me get to Verjian? ”

Rogert: "Of course. I'm all set, let's go. ”

Dwarf Dzortan: "How do you plan to make your way through the fog?" Rushing forward is undoubtedly suicidal. ”

Rogette: "Dysmo gave me an amulet. You can follow me with them, just not too far away from me. ”

Dwarf Dzoltan: "Throw that thing away!" I'm not going to touch anything from that bastard. ”

Rogette: "The potential magic of this amulet may cause local interference in astral projections and create disharmony when two real dimensions meet. "It's amazing my brother. It turns out that Rogette did not blindly trust Desmo, but knew the basic principles of the amulet.

Dwarf Zortan: "Uh... What do you mean? "Yes, most of the players didn't understand it either, but they didn't know it.

Rogette: "The mist will automatically disperse to let us through." ”

Dwarf Dzoltan: "You should have said it directly, not all the astral nonsense. Okay, I'll go with you. ”

As a result, there was one more dwarf in the team, Dzortan. Everybody move on.

Although the mist will disperse automatically, the monsters on the road will not disappear. Players follow Rogette on their heels, cleaning up monsters along the way.

Through the fog, the crowd was blocked by the elves.

Dwarf Drotan shouted at the elves, "This is Rogette the Demon Hunter. He was a messenger and was about to go to Sachia. ”

Elf: "You don't look like the typical messengers of righteousness. ”

Dwarf Dzoltan: "Well, I don't know if you noticed, we had to pass through an atypical fog to get here, and the typical emissary you spoke of couldn't pass through that kind of place..."

Elf: "That's enough. We won't let you into Ferguin, but you can give the information to the commander of the outpost, who is standing at the gates. ”

Dwarf Zorthan: "Damn the typical elves. Rogette, come with me. ”

Instead of the dwarf Zoltan leading the way, everyone walked up to the side path. After a while, everyone came to the side door. Several dwarves appeared ahead.

Dwarf A: "Look, that's Rogette and Zolta of Leah... Pinch me, I must be dreaming. ”

Dwarf B: "It's probably a hallucination, right?" Or are the ghosts on the battlefield lost? Maybe we should poke them with an axe as confirmation? ”

Dwarf A: "Haha, I'm afraid there are no mages who can find the ghost of a demon hunter, or the beer-stained beard of Dzortan." ”

Dwarf Zortan: "Yarpan. Zigrin! The lice bite me like I don't want to see your horrible face! ”

Dwarf A: "Haha, Rogette, what are you doing standing there like you're going to swallow your spear?" Why don't you want to hug an old friend? ”

Yes, these dwarves are acquaintances of Rogette.

Rogette: "Hello, Lily told me a lot about you. ”

Dwarf Yarpan: "Little Lily, haha." How is this girl doing? ”

After some pleasantries, Rogette got to the point: "I'm afraid we don't have enough time to stop and reminisce about the past, we have a very important mission here." ”

Dwarf Dzoltan: "Ah... That's how life is. Open the door, I need to get a sword for myself. ”

Dwarf Yarpan: "Wait a minute. If you want to miraculously get that damn sword, then I advise you not to ostentatiously pass in front of the squirrel party by the gate with it..."

Dwarf Dzortan: "Is there no other solution?" ”

Dwarf Yarpan: "There is a passage. I'll put it on the Demon Hunter's map and guide you myself. Do you think that's okay? ”

Rogette: "No problem. In the meantime, I'll look for what I need. ”

The conversation was over, and the dwarves went first. Rogette followed the signs left by the dwarves on the map to find a wooden house, and entered the wooden house to find a narrow passage. This is supposed to be an abandoned mine. At the end of the passage, the dwarf Dzortan and a woman were waiting.

Rogette: "Drottan, I thought you'd bring that sword..."

Dwarf Dzoltan: "Rogette, I screwed up..."