Shenhai Town.

The originally noisy riverside town suddenly became silent when the mage group and the accompanying knights of Waterdeep City entered the town. The player and the natives stand on both sides of the street, their expressions not quite right.

A knight bears a banner on horseback, depicting the sea, mountains, and a crescent, with fine stars on the edge.

"Waterdeep?"

In the window of the hotel on the street, Charles's face froze slightly when he saw the flag.

Waterdeep is neither part of the Western Soils nor part of the Northlands.

It is located at the junction of the West Earth and the North Land, and is a pearl on the northern coastline of Baojian Bay. It is an open institution, a thriving trade, a tolerant spirit and a strong magical tradition. Regardless of the faction of the gods, their temples can be found in Waterdeep.

This port city is full of life, with everything from religions, chambers of commerce, mage organizations, and hidden dark institutions to something as diverse as it can be. People have the impression that Waterdeep is always associated with miracles, and its other nickname is more widespread - the City of Glory.

There are no decent countries in the Westland and the Northlands, only independent city-states like Waterdeep. There is no shortage of careerists in history who have tried to conquer the West and the Northlands, but over the years, there have been only a few more forts there.

Waterdeep is most interesting about oligarchy.

A council of sixteen mystical lords rules over Waterdeep, but only one lord will appear in public, and the others always wear masks.

The accompanying knights who appeared in Shenhai Town at the moment, all wearing scale armor and black cloaks, obviously belonged to the City Watch Legion under the command of the Open Lord of Waterdeep.

And the twenty mages ......

Charles's eyes were fixed on the black-robed mage at the head, and his pupils shrank.

The first division of the 'Watchmen Order' organization.

All mages and warlocks in Waterdeep must join this half-guild organization, or they will not be able to conduct magical experiments in the city. This of course includes the evil mages that Cormier does not allow to exist.

Charles could sense that there was a very strong evil aura on the black-robed mage's body, which was probably naturally emitted by specializing in necromantic spells.

Division is an advanced class. Charles remembers that the advanced conditions were roughly as follows:

"Skill: Knowledge (Mystery) +15, Spell Identification +15."

"Specialty: Specialize in skills (spell recognition), and more than two schools specialize in spells."

"Spell: Can cast the Seven Rings Spell (Level 30 Hero)."

The black-robed mage specialized in the Necromancy, and the other or the third was beyond the Shire's guess. Heroes above level 30, it's hard to guess their depth.

Charles' gaze was fixed on the black-robed mage.

And the ** master, who was sitting on horseback and always had a cold expression, seemed to suddenly sense something, a trace of shock flashed in his eyes, and he suddenly looked up at the guest room where Charles was.

Then the entire mage regiment, the knights, stopped on the street.

"What's wrong?"

There was a lot of talk among the players and aborigines around him.

Bang.

Charles secretly exclaimed that it was not good when the ** division looked up, and closed the window with his hands and feet. Oster, Todak and the others were puzzled.

Charles had forgotten something very important.

[Magic Painting]!

A dark artifact that attracts the Winged Nightshade from the Shadows, and evil mages are equally eager to get their hands on it, it's the finest ritual material of all!

When he stayed in the hotel, Charles hid the [Magic Painting] in the big box under the bed, but the evil ** master at the hero level could not be insensitive to the dark treasures that were highly condensed with negative energy.

"Ronsa-sama?"

When the middle-aged sheriff saw the mage group of Waterdeep City parked on the street, he rode over from behind.

"Is this an inn?" The black-robed mage looked over the closed window, lowered his head and muttered for a while, then turned his head to stare at the middle-aged sheriff and asked in a deep voice.

"Yes."

Sheriff Rousseau nodded, and also saw what the black-robed mage meant, and asked tentatively, "Do you want to settle in this inn?" ”

"We haven't had a good rest since we crossed the Storm Horn Mountain Range and entered the territory of the Purple Dragon Kingdom."

The black-robed mage's stiff face pulled out a smile, and his attitude suddenly became kind, and he said to the sheriff: "I hope Your Excellency can arrange a foothold for the mages and knights of Deep Water City, and we will set off to cross the river tomorrow." ”

"That's fine."

Rousseau couldn't figure out the reason for the change in the attitude of the ** division, but with the order of the lord's palace of Arabe in advance, he could only be careful to deal with this group of visitors from afar.

The sheriff began to call the militia, and went into several inns on the street one by one, and found the boss to discuss something. Among them is the dwarven owner of the Shire Inn.

After closing the window, Charles applied a [Sharp Ear Technique] (Three Rings, Domain) to himself, and clearly heard the conversation between the black-robed mage and the sheriff, and his heart sank to the bottom.

"Old fox." He cursed.

The thoughts of the black-robed mage, he can guess ** not far from ten.

I'm afraid that his perception of the [Magic Painting] is also very vague, and he can't figure out the specific location, let alone who the owner of such a dark treasure is, and what his identity and strength are.

In a foreign land, the caution of the black-robed mage was taken for granted. If the location had been changed to Waterdeep, Charles would have rushed in long ago.

Now the black-robed mage uses this method to force out the owner of the dark treasure.

Charles had already heard it with his Sharp Ear, and the sheriff had promised the innkeeper three months of tax exemption, plus a one-time payment for the settlement costs. The dwarven boss agreed, after a moment's thought, and slammed back to the inn and began to evict the guests inside.

There is compensation on the inn side, and the aborigines and players are scolding, but there is nothing to be done. This is the dispatch of the sheriff of Shenhai Town, and behind it is the city hall of Arabe. No one dares to resist, unless they don't want to get mixed up.

"Pack your things." Charles said to the quicksand and haunting his fingertips.

The female dwarf in the next room was also alarmed, and stood at the door of the room at a loss.

Todak, Oster, and Leah, seeing Charles' gloomy face, looked angry but had to hold back, and couldn't help but look at each other, for some reason.

Charles felt that [Magic Painting] was a real disaster.

This is the second time that he has recruited an irresistible hero-level opponent. He suspected that walking around Cormier with the [magic painting] a few times would most likely lead a terrible lich against him.

According to the current situation, the [Magic Painting] can only continue to hide under the bed in the hotel room. Charles felt that if he took the [Magic Painting] out and was seen by the black-robed mage, he would not survive that day.

There are even a few partners involved. Don't underestimate the murderous evil of necromancers.

Two strong militiamen drove Charles and his party to the lobby of the hotel.

The lobby was noisy, players were cursing in dissatisfaction, and someone raised his middle finger high, but the dwarven boss stood behind the counter with his arms crossed, unmoved.

The charles walked out of the hotel and stood at the door.

The black-robed mage swept his gaze over them one by one, frowned, and found nothing, and continued to look at the next player or native.

As he was about to leave the inn, Charles noticed a slight sinking of his shoulder, as if something had stopped.

He noticed that the crowd around him was looking at him with a look of surprise. Of course, this surprise did not come from him, but something from his shoulder. Including the black-robed mage Long Sa, he also came without an instant eye.

“？”

Charles's mind was full of question marks, and he turned his head to see what had stopped on his left shoulder.

The first is a golden light.

A golden owl was looking at him with human eyes, and the beak of the bird was opened, and a standard lingua franca came out:

"Holy Arrival, your name is Charr?"

"That's right."

Charles was even more curious.

"My master commanded me to deliver this one thing to you." The golden-feathered owl raised its right paw, where a dimensional pouch hung from it.

Charles could clearly see the kindness and kindness in the owl's eyes, as if he were looking at a junior.

"Uh......" Charles took the dimensional bag, his face full of confusion.

"My name is Mebius Raul." The golden feather owl nodded, then looked at the black-robed mage sitting on horseback, changed into a majestic voice, and said: "Guests from Deep Water City, this is the territory of Arabe, we have a reason to do the friendship of the landlord, but my master hopes that you will also abide by the laws and customs of Arabe. ”

When the black-robed mage heard this, he glanced at the owl with a jealous expression, then beckoned the mage group and the hundred accompanying knights, and quickly walked through the densely populated streets towards the dock of Shenhai Town.

"Lord Mebius......"

Rousseau, the sheriff, came to Charles in a cold sweat, bowed deeply to the golden-feathered owl on his shoulder, and said in a heartfelt respectful tone: "Why are you here?" ”

"That girl from Milman told me to give a dimensional bag to this Holy Presence."

The owl glanced at the sheriff, flapped its wings and flew up, and finally dropped a sentence, "Holy Presence, Milman is waiting for you at the Mage Tower." Remember to make an appointment. ”

A dangerous situation was solved by the sudden arrival of the owl.

Order was restored to the inn.

Soon after, the Charles sat down in their rooms. Oster, Todak, and the others still had shocked expressions.

"That owl may be the guardian pet of the Raul family." There was also a hint of surprise in Charles' eyes, and he explained: "McBius Raul......"

"I've heard this name in the Susal Royal Mage Guild as well. An owl with a transcendent pedigree that is said to have lived for four hundred years. ”

"Four hundred years?" Including the quicksand on the fingertips and the haunting dream, they all took a light breath of air.

"Yes. The dragon lived to be an old dragon. ”

Charles spread his hands and said, "This is even more terrifying when it is placed on an owl. So, you know why the black-robed mage left, right? ”

At this time, the guests of Waterdeep should be crossing the river. Xia Er faintly felt that the black-robed mage Longsa would not be willing to leave like this.

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