The ostensible identity is an ordinary adventurer, but in fact, the adventure team composed of good forces coordinated by the Harpist Alliance is very distressed. Of course, it wasn't because of the commission of the so-called spice merchant, Moore, who had been treating it as a joke. The Sanlinta Guild behind Moore and the harpist are mortal enemies, and the only reason why they can refrain from giving him a knife when they meet is that the harpist has always been low-key.

The reason for their distress is still because of Chen Ang! It was as if the target had disappeared, and for quite some time, they could no longer hear the slightest bit about the target.

It's like he's gone out of this world!

The slums are changing day by day, and the harpist makes a long list of long lists, and the lingering smell of blood is by no means ineffective, and the skinner, the butcher, the bloody eye, these humble and troublesome figures, even the harpist finds it tricky. Not because there are any big names, but because of the intricate forces behind them.

These brokers, stewards, low-level priests, and middle-class figures who act as the big men in Waterdeep to control the bottom may not have great strength and influence, but they are troublesome enough, because they are part of the order of the city!

The leader of the adventure team, the half-elf Erwin, looked at the eleven-inch long list in his hand, his face was indescribably ugly, and behind the dense names on it, there were corpses like skinners and butchers.

The bartender Lime casually wiped the clay cup in his hand, but his eyes did not leave the door of the tavern for a moment, his thick knuckles moved inch by inch on the stoneware cup, and the tense muscles under the linen clothes were relaxed, so that there was no doubt that these hands would break the neck of a twelve-foot-tall ogre in the next moment.

"The harpist doesn't have to bother with him!" Lem knows a lot about the results of his work, "and the whole city knows it." He didn't live to be midsummer night. No one can get out of this city alive after offending so many people! ”

Although he said it very easily, Erwin's expression never relaxed for a moment, but stared thoughtfully at the table, "The harpist's principle: you can't participate, but you can't not understand!" We need to determine his position. It is the good thing that determines our attitude. Harpists have their own principles! ”

"Yes, if it is not a crime, do not judge! I can already memorize it with my eyes closed. ”

"If it is not a crime, there shall be no judgment. The harpist's actions do not arise from interests, but from our positions and principles, so the attitude and stance of the goal are very important to us, because that determines our position and behavior. Erwin looked serious, "You have too little information about the Bloody Hand. With no origin, no identity, no profession and no faction, he is like a ghost who appears out of thin air. No one will be without a past! ”

"But he countered the prophecy spell!" Lem complained, "I've tried magic and spells!" The caster has not yet been able to shake off those damned visions, and the mages of the School of Prophecy have refused to try to cast spells again. The only thing they can be sure of is that the other party is like going home in the etheric plane, 'like a fish in water'! ”

"Illusions?" Erwin wondered.

"Yes, anyone who tries to spy on his fate. will be plagued by the aether plane, and their vision will be fixed to a shallow form of the ether plane. Deprived of the ability to perceive the material plane. Over time, the intellect will be severely damaged! One mage even fell in love with an otherworldly creature he had summoned, a slime monster named Saya! ”

"O Eye of the Ancients! Ooze monsters? Erwin gave an unacceptable expression.

Lem nodded with shame: "It is said that his etheric vision is very close to the senses of the ooze monster, and as a result, he learned to communicate with the ooze monster, and also gained his own love, you must know that in the ooze monster, it is a beauty!" ”

"His mentor ......," Erwin had not finished speaking. It was interrupted by Lem.

"That's not a bad thing for his mentor! A curse with research value is much more important than an apprentice, not to mention that he has not lost that apprentice, there are more weirdos among the mages, so what about a few more? ”

"You can ask the priest to 'remove the curse'!" Erwin didn't want to say anything more about ooze monsters. It only tingled her spine.

Lem shook his head regretfully, "It's useless! This is not strictly a curse, their vision is not an illusion created by negative energy, but a reality on another level of the world, which is difficult to shake, more like the soul is contaminated with the essence of the etheric plane. Essentially similar to the cost of a prophecy spell, it cannot be dismantled by divine spells. ”

"And I've heard ooze monsters are great at that!" Lem gave a frank smile, "He looks like he's liking!" ”

Quiver! With a soft sound, Lem tilted his head to look at the arrow that had sunk into the solid wood against his scalp, and wisely closed his mouth, and he spread his hand at the Ranger girl opposite him, signaling himself to shut up.

"Jekassi? Lem has no ill will! Erwin reluctantly taught a few words.

The ranger girl didn't appreciate it, she stepped forward and pulled out the arrow on the wood hard, it seemed that it took a lot of effort, not everyone can use a light bow to break armor! "Without prophecy, what do we know? What we know now, we don't need to dive in and spy on it, we can hear more about it in the tavern on the side of the road! ”

"We need to be more specific, his camp, his tendencies, his profession, his beliefs, and that's what determines our attitude towards him, and I think it's much more important than how many people he killed!"

"I said it, I don't know anything!" Lem gestured with his hands.

"He may be a mage who is proficient in the school of prophecy, or he may be a priest who is favored by the gods, or he may be a part-time warrior! Classes like a loiter! Judging from his thirst for killing, he may be a believer in Darksun, and of course he may be Max's, but with the villains he eradicated, it is okay to say that he is a paladin of Ilmat. ”

"Human nature is so complex, the paladin may murder, and the wanderer may not be able to make great sacrifices, unless you 'detect evil' in the face of him, none of this can be used as a basis for judgment, I can only say that this gentleman cares far more about the things in his little house than he is in abuse, domination, and power."

"So......" Jaccasie began.

"Don't be so quick to define!" Lem interrupted him, "Please respect this complex world, and don't define it by the simple, direct judgments of you young people. My intuition tells me that you are dealing with an existence that is difficult to determine and explore, and in my experience as an old man tells you that there is no harm in looking more. ”

"But we don't have time! You can't be entangled for that long. Jerkassie frowned, "The slums are very repulsive to outsiders, and the Bloody Hand Gang's control over it is deep-rooted, and it is difficult for us to get close to it. ”

"That's because more than eighty percent of the young people there are looking for work in the Bloody Hands Gang, and their fathers, children and wives are like the most loyal eyeliner, and it is a closed environment, and it is difficult for outsiders to survive there." Lem replied.

"So, can we do nothing?" Jecassi objected, "Intelligence doesn't jump into our hands on its own, does it?" ”

"Not necessarily, kid!" Lem smiled slyly, his fingers moving across the table, eventually stopping on a stack of brown papyrus, and he went to hand the humble things to Alwin, "If you can be careful, you will find this thing!" ”

"Tobacco revenues and the movements of the thieves' unions?" Erwin whispered out the line of hard codewords, "This is the information on the docks, and the information about that special tobacco and thieves' guild is some daily information. ”

"It's not every day, there are big secrets hidden in these little things!" Lem smiled proudly: "Tobacco price and shipment data, although we are missing the most important part of the key data, but based on this, it is really not difficult to calculate the approximate income of that kind of tobacco." Similarly, the mission data of the thieves' guild can also reflect their internal movements. ”

Erwin looked at the stack of papyrus with a gloomy face, even she couldn't help but be frightened when she saw the string of numbers representing the benefits, and she didn't need to look at the things behind her to know that the form had reached a critical moment that was about to explode.

No rat can hold back a large piece of fat in front of him, those greedy eyes can no longer be pressed, as Lem said, there are already people who can't wait to be a pawn for temptation. (To be continued......)