Section 12 The dragon is coming?

The grain convoy entered the city half a circle from the north gate, and the grain in Chang'an Town was ordered by the "Yaoshi" council of Miraba, who then sold the grain they bought to the city's inhabitants at a higher price, and the residents supplied it to merchants from afar at a higher price.

It is said that "ghosts are scary, they are spirited, people are scary, they are scared to death!" Everyone who had experienced the accident at the South Gate was very happy that they had survived, and even those who were not afraid at first (such as the two elves) were later frightened by the others, and the loyal convoy guards handed over the grain cart to the person in charge of the transaction sent by the council, and then hid with everyone in the temple of Tyre. In this high-magic world, if you meet a stranger with strong spells, but this person also has the ability to desperately close hand-to-hand combat, then this stranger is either the embodiment of a god or a shape-shifting dragon, given the small chance that a god may appear in the mortal world, you can judge with great certainty - this guy must be a dragon walking in the world.

As a powerful temple of faith, the temple of Tyre in Mirabha was far less grand than the temple of the goddess of commerce, which sat on the other side of the city near the market, which made the arrogant god Tyre

The head of the temple, Bishop Verstec Orry, was extremely unhappy, but there was nothing he could do, the people of this mining trading city were obsessed with the riches of the metal trade, and the order of the city was controlled by the "Shining Stone" council, and the influence of the church of Tyre on the city was almost non-existent except for medical treatment. The reluctant Bishop of Vestak can only flex his influence by raising the cost of healing insanely, but this foolish decision has further worsened the situation of the Church of Tyre in Mirabah.

When Trist and his party of thirteen came to the gate of the Temple of Tyr, the knights of the temple refused Drow's entry, and the angry barbarian Wolfgar almost smashed the heads of the guarding knights, and Bruno, who could not lift the battle axe, could only launch a vicious attack with his mouth, as for the halfling, it was better not to count on him at this time.

The guards and mercenaries who entered the temple found a priest who specialized in healing. "What? It costs a hundred gold coins to heal at a time, you might as well go and rob the Golden Temple!"

"The price of a minor wound before this winter was only ten gold coins! After just one winter, it has increased tenfold! Father Jama! This is outrageous! We have been friends for many years! You can't bluff us!" said Gosa, who was familiar with the healing priest. Pastor Jama, who looked a little old, smiled dejectedly and wryly: "Gosa! When have I ever bluffed you! The price set by Bishop Ori himself, I can't help it!"

Goza frowned and asked, "Is the Bishop crazy?Why did he make such an outrageous decision?This is simply destroying the foundation of your temple!" Jama leaned close to Goza and whispered, "What else can I do!" A few weeks ago, Bishop Ori tried to enter the Council of the 'Shining Stone', but was mercilessly rejected by the councilors! When the Bishop returned, he scolded in anger and raised the price of the treatment tenfold. Gotha said contemptuously, "Bishop Orry is too delusional!" How could the Council of the 'Shining Stone' make a lot of money to join for no reason!" Jama also sighed, "Yes, Bishop Orry is bent on expanding the influence of the temple, but unfortunately he is too eager for quick success!"

"Maybe this is a good opportunity!" Gosamo muttered softly, rubbing his beard.

"What's the chance?" asked a somewhat confused Jama, suspiciously.

Gosa covered up casually: "It's nothing! By the way, help me look at my arm first! Something is not quite right in the past two days! I don't have any money for you!" Jama looked at the mercenary leader with a dead face helplessly, grabbed his arm and pinched it back and forth, he asked suspiciously: "What happened to you? Why is almost everyone injured?" Gosa said dejectedly: "Don't mention it! It's really unlucky! I was fattened by a dragon that walked in the world! I met a fierce barbarian...... Oops!

"Dragons, you say dragons who walk in the world, this is not a humorous joke! I have had tea with Bane's avatar!" Jama thought his old friend was bragging. "Do you think I'm joking? I can tell you! The dragon has already entered the city! Lady Sunderland herself led it in! Ask my brethren if what I said is true!" Goza said to Jama as he pointed to his companion.

So everyone described the scene that happened at the South City Gate, "Hahaha! Little Sunderland is so bold that he dares to play with a dragon! And he can come back alive! This is the biggest joke I've ever heard in my life!"

In the Twinkle Stone Room, a meeting to be planned for the upcoming sales season stalled by the temporary departure of Ms. Sunderland, the obese Marquis of Miraba, Erasturarim, was chatting and laughing with the councillors.

"I'm sure the quality of our minerals in the coming year will surprise everyone! Look at it! There are more than twenty metallurgists and alchemists! They are the most knowledgeable people in the world about metals! Hearing this, the only dwarven councilor in the flickering stone hall, Aglanser pursed his mouth with a thick beard with disdain, as the highest-ranking member of the thousands of dwarves in Mirabah, he was loyal to the city, but as the priest of the dwarven god Dumason, he was even more sure that only the dwarves were the race in the world that knew the secrets of metal, and there was no one!

The smug Marquis, apparently aware of the silent dwarf's disdainful expression, waved his fat, disgusting hands and proclaimed his reverie to the councillors around him in a louder voice: "Look! The best specialists! I gave them the best treatment! Even the worst ore can be extracted from high-quality metals! Mysterious alchemy recipes make ordinary black iron as magical as Mithril! We will no longer depend on the quantity of trade to survive! A small but delicate product is the best choice! Armor with magical powers! A legendary weapon of great value!" The Marquis of Erastu, who reveled in the wonderful future, had a look of excitement on his face.

One of the councillors interrupted the Marquis's delusions, with some hesitation: "But then we will be greatly reduced in production, and will be far from being able to meet the needs of the cities! This will cause public outrage, and it has been like this for several years and has already caused the displeasure of the other lords!"

"Then let's buy more legendary gear!I'll sell it to them at a fair price!Of course!If you don't have gold, those poor bastards can learn from goblins and orcs!Wooden shields are also very strong!hahaha-!" The fat marquis laughed loudly, and the other councillors laughed too, and the councilor who spoke just now sighed with a blush on his face, and the dwarven councilor next to him, who had been listless, snorted, and kicked the chair under him in dissatisfaction.

Just as the councillors were brazenly attacking the downfall of the southern aristocracy, the door to the parliament was opened, and a guard with a hasteed face ran into the council hall. The Marquis of Erastu reprimanded with great displeasure: "Didn't anyone teach you to knock on the door before you came in?

"But my lord, I am the messenger of Lady Sunderland, and she has important business to inform you!" replied the extremely embarrassed guard.

"What's important? Is it more important than our trade plans?" (laughs) Okay! I'm a tolerant lord! Guard! Tell me what you mean by it, and let me see if it's really that important!" the lord's pretended grace was disgusting, but no one dared to laugh at him, except the dwarf!

The guard looked at the other councillors with some embarrassment: "But ......"

"Get out of this room if you don't say anything!" Erastu was a little annoyed by Agrant's hammer sneer, but it was clear that the dwarves were so important to Mirabah that he could only take his anger out on the poor guard.

"Yes, my lord!" a worldly dragon has entered Mirabah, and Madam Sunderland wants me to tell you to prepare for the situation as soon as possible!" the guard could only reluctantly say the news he wanted to convey.

"Dragons walking in the world?hahaha! You're here to amuse us, aren't you?" everyone in the hall burst into laughter, including the dwarves!

"It's true! My lord! This is what we saw with our own eyes! The grain convoy from Long Saddle has been captured by this dragon! Mr. El Lago of the Hubbell family has died in the belly of the dragon!

Personally exposed his disguise!, but now the Lady Archon has temporarily stabilized the dragon!" The guards could only tell the truth about their conjectures in order to convince the Marquis.

The Dwarven Councillor Agrant, who had stopped laughing, interjected, "Lady Sunderland would never make such an outrageous joke!" Either this guard is lying!" or a dragon actually entered Mirabah!" The dwarf's face changed.

Hearing the dwarf's words, everyone's faces changed, and everyone panicked into chaos, and the hall suddenly jumped with chickens and dogs, and the tables and chairs were in a mess. The obese Erastu was even more frightened and called out to the guards: "Degava, Degaver! Quickly! Protect me from here, take me out of here!"

The Dwarven Councillor shouted too, "Tog, Tog, damn it, gather Miraba's Axe, Suddle Miraba's Axe, we're going to war with the dragon!"