As the mage and Ewell walked back to their room through the front door of the inn, she noticed a change in the expressions of the people around her.

The person who used to scan her breasts and thighs with lust has become serious, the person who used to look at the evil witch with contempt or hatred has a gentle face, and the boss and service staff who were previously lazy and lazy have also become enthusiastic, taking the initiative to say that the room money has been miscalculated before, and there has been a discount for a long time, and breakfast is given for free.

All because of the bard Ewell, who struggled to laugh and strike up before and after her. This guy can really eat everywhere, and he is simply a face-saving person.

It's not just his personal affinity, Kulgal knows:

The Muggle barbarians of Icewind Dale, though fearful of mages and warlocks, welcomed bards unusually well. Not only can poets chant martial arts and mock cowardice in the mead's halls and by the fire, their music can magically manipulate emotions and inspire courage more than magic, and poets are not much less magical than mages, especially to barbarians.

Put on your glasses and pick up the pen. Kurgal put down his right leg and raised his left leg with an indifferent face, and tilted his leg in a different direction: "It is more difficult to copy songs, especially when I say that it is quite reluctant, and it is completely impossible to learn and sing—alas, I have known that I have officially worshiped Aunt Wei as a teacher and studied hard." ”

The Dawn of the Hero and the Overture of the Knife Society, etc., can't be reproduced, and she is also inexplicably melancholy. The singing songs related to the influence of Fengyun can only be said to be good, but they are too biased towards the romance style and are not suitable for the Northland barbarians.

What she wants to reproduce most is actually the nameless erhu solo, and Zhuoer has been complaining for a long time when she looks at the description in the book.

"Alas, it would be nice if I had brought my phone with me when I crossed. Kurgal sighed softly.

Knowing that she was from another world, the poet did not care about it, but was drawn to it by one word: "Mobile phone?"

"One of the communication tools in our world, the normal purpose is to send text messages. However, most people use it for audio-visual entertainment. ”

"Image...... And...... Music...... The bard chewed on the first two words carefully, and felt a great fear that he had never felt before: "Wouldn't it be very sad for the poets of your world to have such a magical item?"

"It depends on what genre it is, some idols are becoming more and more popular with the help of tools, and my hobby of music is gradually withering. ”

The poet had a feeling of sadness like a rabbit dying and a fox hurting him, and he nodded heavily: "You explained to me before that you are talking and singing. That's the basic skill of a bard—it seems that my situation in that world will be bleak......"

Kurgal thought about it, although Jackie Chan's singing would be relatively simple, but the man copied it to him before he became self-reliant, and after the drunken fist changed the words, it did get praise from the dwarves...... The rest, it doesn't seem to fit well?

"Oh yes!" she clapped her hands: "I copied the theme song of the most popular book to you last time, but in fact, it was only the upper part." I've always wanted to tell you, but I forgot. ”

When Drow habitually jumped in through the window, he saw the two of them in a posture of bending bows and shooting eagles and holding swords in their hands, singing affectionately: "I don't know who is higher in the world when it comes to spells, or who has the same tricks." But I know that love can't be better, and I always have a good ...... in my heart."

Seeing the fruit in Drow's hand, she said angrily, "I've already eaten it!"

"What a coincidence, I've eaten it too. The Drow Assassin replied with his usual solitary mindset.

But after all, fruits are rare in winter. In order to avoid waste, she still stuffed some more, after meals.

"Speaking of which, we're being used. "It turns out that the most important thing in the convoy is some weapons to deal with the little rats. ”

"The value of weapons doesn't seem to be low. Kurgal narrowed his eyes coldly, revealing a dangerous smile.

"I really dare to evade taxes in front of me. ”

"But there is no proof of death. "The rats killed both the transporter and the consignee, and then poured fuel oil and burned them," said Drow. ”

"Huh, can metal weapons be burned?" asked the female mage, who didn't care about metal and weapons.

"Yes, there is a special alchemy oil. If you had gone out with me before, you could have seen the blue flames soaring into the air. ”

"Are you going to join forces with the Dead Rat Gang?" the poet on the side finally interjected.

The Drow Assassin placed his hand on the hilt of his sword very professionally, and asked with his eyes if he would be killed to avoid leaking the secret!

Kurgal sighed and flicked his finger over: "I just didn't let him leave to show that he is his own person and trustworthy." Understood?"

Zhuoer responded aggrievedly, holding his head and squatting in the corner.

"And then, what is the result of your contact?"

"Ah, what he means is to get the mayor out of office by election or violence. ”

Too lazy to correct that it was the "spokesman", Kurgal continued to listen.

......

"It sounds like assisting his actions will allow our Arcane Brotherhood to take control of this place, but the problem is ......," she looked at the poet.

Ewell showed a look of disgust: "From the previous analysis of the situation, he is a very wise and capable staff. But since it is a nail planted by you, being so diligent shows ...... He's going to use you like a knife! You act on the surface, and he gets the benefits. ”

"So the results are already obvious. These days in dwarven rumors, they have unearthed a powerful material in the Cone of Kane called Black Ice. Because I am afraid that others will rob it, I will keep it secret. It's just that...... Hehe, it's been known to outsiders for a long time!"

"The Dead Rat Gang might have more details, let's ask?"

As he passed through the square, Kurgal looked curiously at the statue, a sword-and-shield drow who had heroically trampled a Balo Flame Demon under his feet.

"Isn't this statue supposed to be a double sword?"

"Oh, that Drow Ranger is outdated. When the fire demon came to seek revenge, he did not dare to show up, and it was another drow who knocked the demon back. ”

Someone I don't know, Kulgal thought. The statue she only knew was the one on Baldur's Gate Square, a tall and honest brain-dead ranger holding a miniature universe invincible hamster. After being rescued from the Red Robe's Lab, she met her when she visited the living Aberdell at Baldur's Gate.

At this time, Mina and her party also came to the scene of the fire.

The priest, who is good at medicine, is examining the wounds of corpses: "Well, there is very little dust in the lungs, which can basically be judged. They were killed before they were thrown into the fire. ”

"Cosúil-le-tuiscint-Madraí-íogair-de-bholadh beast senses, wolfdog sense of smell!" the ranger recalls a spell and asks for help from the unicorn goddess of faith and nature to strengthen his sense of smell a million times more than that of humans.

As he fanned his nose as he did in a chemistry textbook, and opened his mouth slightly to increase his inhalation, the ranger could tell that there were four people in the room in addition to his own group and the dead.

The scent of crushed insects and crushed plants in the footprints on the periphery of the murder scene proves that they came from the warm south, most likely by the sea. There is also the aroma of wood chips used for shipbuilding, mixed with a foul smell of rats and sewers.

"Sure enough, it's the rat people, isn't it? Judging by the smell, the enemy will be in the southern port city for a week—nine times out of ten, it will be Luskan. Well, and the sweet scent, their weapons are smeared with drow sleep poison. ”

"Grab your silver-plated weapon, let's go!" Mina ordered.