A secret letter from the monk Yanqiu to Prapi Burton:

Mr. Burton, I've found another excellent place to cast a spell (oh, that's how the word is written, the Holy Falcon Empire's text is particularly good that I haven't mastered yet). Three of the five dragon vein nodes have been lit up, and this time I need a lot of Forget-me-nos to make the extract, as well as some quartz ore containing iron. Be sure to get it there as soon as possible, but don't let the Gruul guys come again, those nerds can't do anything but wreak havoc.

As for the mistake last time... Hey, forget it, I shouldn't have expected trolls, and I've made up for that mistake. But I'd like to send mercenaries or Dimir agents to deliver supplies this time. Seriously, the biggest role of those subversives is to give them the crossbows and let them riot.

To be honest, when it comes to smashing and looting and sabotage, the guys of the Guru are simply blessed and handy. Shivana's Eaves Walker and Dimir Killer should be on the move, and if my spell succeeds, the Steelbeard Bunker will be vulnerable. With the power of the Angels, we were able to easily penetrate Zanmir's defenses from Steelbeard to the west of Neverwinter. As for the Timberkeep's line of defense, the test creatures and the mercenaries led by Ms. Brand were enough to contain it.

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Prapi Burton's reply:

Dear Yanqiu Daoist, I am deeply sorry for the mistake I made last time. I've ordered the Gruul guys to prepare for a riot - 20 days later. They will first besiege the governor's mansions in various towns, then create armed clashes in densely populated areas, killing people and causing chaos - all for the sake of the Tangernes, for the sake of the master. Please complete your 'technique' with peace of mind, if you can defeat Zanmir this time, you will be a great contribution!

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Spado and Joseph pretended to be drinkers and entered the dimly lit tavern.

The tavernkeeper was in a daze on the bar with his head propped up on his hands. Seeing the two of them come in, the boss opened his eyes and squinted, for this kind of rough interruption of his sleep, the boss would normally scold loudly. This time, however, the tavern keeper ignored the two of them due to the long sword they wore around their waists and a silver wolf that bounced from Joseph's hand.

The boss was a familiar man - the two didn't look like mercenaries, and they were generous. He knew that the silver wolf was buying his silence, and the boss immediately realized that something was going on tonight—something terrible. Therefore, he deliberately closed his eyes as soon as he caught the silver wolf for the two of them to see, and he planned to hide in the cellar under the bar as soon as the two of them went upstairs - he didn't want the silver wolf to buy not only silence, but also his life, which meant eternal silence.

As for the other drinkers, there were actually no more awake people at the tables and chairs. The tavern actually has three floors, the lowest of which is the tavern, and the upper two floors are rooms for accommodation – a feature of the Zamir Territory, which also functions as an inn. As a result, you'd be hard-pressed to see the sleepless taverns and the boisterous drinkers in the long nights of the Targanis and Griffons in the Zamir Territory.

Next to the tavern tables and chairs on the first floor, there were only two or three drunken unconscious sloppy ghosts snoring. After dismissing the tavernkeeper, the two of them walked past the drunks with ease.

Joseph walked ahead, his right hand pressed against the hilt of his sword, and his left hand on the handrail of the staircase. However, Joseph's size caused every step he took on the staircase to cause the poor staircase to make a 'squeak' as if it were about to die.

"Damn! Big guy, can you be lighter! Spado cursed Joseph's weight in a whisper of hatred. Joseph could only make an innocent "I don't blame me" expression and shrugged his shoulders. Spado sighed and followed Joseph's steps up to the second floor.

At the top of the staircase, Spado cast an inquiring look like Joseph. Joseph didn't understand, so Spado blinked, and hinted again with a furrowed brow and a head-shaking motion.

Yes, that's right, Joseph still didn't get it. Spado had enough, she flicked Joseph's head hard, and then only made a mouth shape, and asked again with gestures.

Joseph looked suddenly realised, so he nodded, and pointed to the room near the end of the hallway.

Spado looked in the direction of Joseph's finger and gestured to make a "204?" Joseph nodded hurriedly, but the lady with a collapsed nose gave Joseph another brain meltdown.

Joseph made a very exaggerated but silent gesture - he covered his head with all his might. Then he made a "I got it this time?" Why are you playing me again? Expression. Spado just glared at him, then shrugged his shoulders and said, "Nothing happened." ".

The two walked to the door, then waved for the soldiers who were following to come up and lay in ambush on either side of the door. Joseph and Spado then looked at each other, and Spado nodded and motioned for the start.

Joseph stands on the side of the door frame, and Spado stands on the side of the door axis. Joseph knocked on the door sideways, clearing his throat, and the sharp, humble and cautious voice of the scholar's attendant said, "Honored guest! Sorry to bother you! I brought new charcoals, and tonight it was windy, and the boss instructed me to deliver charcoal for all the guests. ”

Joseph had a long experience as a mercenary before serving Slava. As a result, Joseph was well versed in all sorts of petty tricks and pickling techniques, as well as obscene doorways—without which the mercenaries would not have been able to survive.

"Damn stupid pig!" There was a deep voice in the room. "When has this been? Are you still here to disturb Lao Tzu's rest, is your brain full of dung? Get out of here! ”

When Spado heard this, he couldn't help but rush in. Seeing this, Joseph quickly shook his head and stopped her impulse to do it. He then replied, "Oh! Distinguished guests! I'm so sorry! But please do it! If so, if I can't finish delivering these charcoals, the boss will punish me severely, maybe worse, and deduct my wages! Sir, these charcoal fires are free! How about I compensate you for my hasty interruption by sending you a large basin of hot water and a refined breakfast early tomorrow morning? ”

After saying this, Joseph used a gesture to order everyone to unsheath their swords and prepare for attack, while slowly pulling out their long swords himself.

After about a few seconds, a woman's voice came from the room: "Since it's free, let's send it in!" Tomorrow morning breakfast with more oatmeal for us. Pierce, go open the door. ”

Joseph motioned for everyone to prepare, while fingers made a reciprocal of 3,2,1. The moment the door of the room opened inward, Joseph flew up and kicked the door panel directly, then pressed the door panel with his left hand and inserted his sword into the door panel with his right hand. With a scream, blood flowed from the sword down the blood trough.

Spado and the others rushed in, and Joseph drew his sword, killing the man who opened the door. "Catch that woman!" He shouted.

Spado rushed straight at the woman. As soon as it was too late, a huge black shadow rushed over and knocked her flying. Spado slammed into the wall, and she was half-kneeling, holding her hands on the floor. She spat out a mouthful of bloody phlegm and grabbed the sword that had fallen on the floor in her hand, only to see the behemoth that had knocked her into the air—it was the troll.

The woman was clearly a spellcaster, and she pulled her wand from her bosom and quickly recited a spell. The wand emitted a hazy black mist that took shape in a very short time, and the black mist flickered with red fire, and a whirling burst of lightning shot towards Joseph.

Joseph didn't know about this magic, but looking at the demonic aura of the black mist, he could tell that it was not a pleasure to be hit like this, so he quickly threw down his sword and rolled on the ground, and he dodged the blow.

But one of the soldiers behind him was obviously not so lucky, and the black mist struck the poor man, and in an instant, the young man began to tremble like chaff. I saw that his snot, saliva, feces and urine flowed sideways, and the water in his body quickly evaporated, and finally the whole person turned into a withered mummy, falling to the ground and turning into dust.

"Damn! What evil witchcraft is this! Joseph shouted, but no one answered him.

"Spado! Leave it to me, trolls, you deal with that woman! Joseph shouted.

Just then, the woman fired another red bullet of light. Everyone tried to dodge, but the bullet hit the troll. The troll's body nearly doubled in size, his muscles swelled, and he pounded his feet and chest.

It was rampage through the small room, no one could resist it, and everyone was dodging its onslaught. Joseph stabbed the troll in the leg in the confusion, but the troll didn't seem to feel pain. It allowed dark red blood to run down its legs. They grabbed Joseph and threw him to the ground. Joseph let out a muffled grunt, his head drooped, and he didn't move.