"It seems that the guests here are preparing for the Green Grass Festival."

In the Final Light Hotel, Aaron said to the demon prince Annomin.

The morning sun fell on the Ultimate Light Inn, illuminating the bustling activity around them.

The harpists, dressed in slim-fitting robes, directed the members to hang more lanterns from the trees in the courtyard of the inn. There were a few oak branches and a few circles of oak leaves in the doorway, and there were bridge tables in the courtyard, and each entrance was guarded by carved treemen.

Today, a particularly large number of harpists gather here, and Anomin and Aaron meet here.

The inn is built on the peninsula of the river, with only a small bridge and nearby marshy paths connecting to the outside world, and the inn itself has a small dock port for loading and unloading, and the blacksmith shop for adventurers is always open, and any new guest can get a delicious glass of ale at the bar.

"The Harperists League has been planning something lately, they're coming together, but it's clear that they don't welcome me, in fact, I'm used to it."

In more than a year, An Nuoming's whole temperament has changed dramatically, his complexion has become more gloomy, red light flashes in his eyes from time to time, his originally undertrained body has gradually become tall and powerful, and there is already a bit of male charm under the streamlined muscles.

But after all that has happened, Ann Nuoming's eyes, although no longer childish, have lost their light, and for him, successful revenge only provides some comfort, and it is not enough for him to rekindle all his zest for life.

"You're doing a good job, Anomin, and although I think some of your tactics are a little too extreme, it's your choice, and I won't interfere." Aaron patted Annomin on the shoulder, and the experience of the Son of the Pasha gave him the perfect excuse for homomorphic revenge.

"Your Excellency, I helped you find the records of the Shane Empire......" An Nuomin smiled reluctantly, he was wearing a heavy leather coat and cloak, and only half of his face was exposed to Aaron, and the demon prince shared the information he found with Aaron.

The Golden Giant had defeated the Terrasqui Behemoth near the Moonrise Tower, and the place was peaceful, and despite the fact that the surrounding area had been covered by the battle between the Golden Giant and the Terrasqui Behemoth for several kilometers into a canyon, the Golden Giant felt that he had done a good deed for the kingdom, and he erected a platform in the place where he had defeated the Terrasqui Behemoth to commemorate his achievements.

Terrasqui Behemoth...... Aaron remembers seeing the Bestiary of the Behemoth in the Cormier Library, in which the Terrasqui Behemoth is described as "the legendary scourge that destroys heaven and earth" and "the powerful embodiment of immortality".

If you look at it this way, the Terrasqui Behemoth, as a legendary creature, should be one of the most powerful beings in the mortal world.

However, this is not the case in the Ilminster Illustrated Book, where the Great Sage has the utmost contempt for the Terrasquian Behemoth in his own annotation.

The reason is simple, first of all, the intelligence of the Terrasqui Behemoth is basically equal to 0, it only has the most primitive eating instinct and does not have any resistance to spells.

Then, the Terrasqui Behemoth has neither a long-range attack, nor can it fly, nor does it have magic attacks, let alone magic.

The only thing this legendary creature can boast about is its undead body (infinite resurrections) and super melee abilities.

So basically, as long as you are a legendary powerhouse, you have a way to kill Terrasqui with spells, or use potions and spells to support it, and use long-range attacks to kite it to death.

Terrasquier also got the nickname "Damage Tester" and "T Suffer".

Aaron remembered that one of the raw materials of Karthas's divine magic was the body part of the Terrasqui Behemoth, but because this thing could be resurrected infinitely, the Grand Arcanist Karthas found that even if he smashed Talasqui to pieces, the flesh of the Giant Beast would begin to reorganize as soon as the time came, and as a last resort, Karthas could only use the Nine Rings Prayer Technique to pray to the gods, which finally killed Terrasqui in a complete sense.

How did Dorne get into a fight with this thing?

Aaron motioned for Ann Normin to continue.

The archives of the Shane Empire record that the Golden Giant has been looking for a way to get out of here completely, but because he himself is not good at spells, plus some special reasons (not believing in alien magic), he can only wander around the kingdom repeatedly, it seems that like Birak, the Golden Giant's strength is also a little less, he used to be seven or eight meters tall, but when he was last seen, his figure was only about four meters or so.

After defeating Terrasque, the Golden Giant heard the legend of the elf "Eternal Island" from the mouths of the aborigines, and it was rumored that the Eternal Island was connected to the outer plane and could directly leave the crystal wall system through the "Great Route", so the Golden Giant immediately went to sea, and finally disappeared into the vast sea, and there was no more news of him.

"Is that all?" Aaron frowned, and he simply turned his head and asked Bariel, "Without knowing magic, what is the probability that a demigod can find Eternal Island by sailing alone?" ”

“0。” Barrell is succinct and to the point.

"Good." Aaron wondered if Dorne had died in the belly of the fish in the Traceless Sea, "Do you have any other valuable news?" Annomine? ”

"Yes, Your Excellency, according to my investigation, it seems that Bodean, the founder of Baldur's Gate, is related to this golden giant." Anomin whispered.

According to the Demon Prince's investigation, the founder of Baldur's Gate, Bod'an, was a pirate in his early years, and amassed an astonishing fortune through adventure and privateering, including one of which made Bodian rich once again by claiming to have obtained the wealth of the Golden Giant.

"It's a sign attached to Bodan's adventure to get rich." An Nuomin took out a piece of linen from his bosom, which was painted with the coat of arms of the Imperial Fist, and Aaron was sure at a glance that it was the real Imperial Fist: "That's right. ”

An Nuoming can only investigate here, many of the top secret archives he does not have access to, after such a long period of time, the Baldur's Gate has retained very few specific relics and archives about the founder of Bodean.

"It seems that we still need to meet the Grand Duke of Baldur's Gate to see if we can find more information about Rog Dorn from the archives of Baldur's Gate." After listening to Ann Nuomin's report, Aaron thought for a while, nodded and said, "You did a good job, Ann Nuomin, I will give you a higher level of reward." ”

"I can't thank you enough...... Oh, yes, Your Excellency. Ann Nuomin suddenly remembered something: "Speaking of the Grand Duke of Baldur's Gate, recently, an Amman named Takshi suddenly rose in Baldur's Gate, he has very strong strength, outstanding skills, and at the same time solved the corruption problem of the meandering river, it has been rumored more than once that he wants to run for the Grand Duke of Baldur." ”

The meandering river, a small river north of Baldur's Gate, where Baal's avatar was killed by Shirek using the Scourge Sword in the Sage Catastrophe, and the filthy blood of the God of Killing stained the entire river red, and the originally clear and bright river is now only dirty black water.

Aaron narrowed his eyes, and sure enough, someone had arrived early and started the layout.

Tuckers? Birak!

The cunning Prince of the Primordial Demon seems to have achieved official Bode status, and has become a hero in the hearts of Bode by solving the corruption of the Meandering River, and wants to obtain the status of Grand Duke of Bode through legal and compliant means.

Birac had already taken the lead, and even if he arrived at the first time, he was still one step too late.

Regardless of the other targets, Birac must have also come for the divinity of the sons of Baal.

There can be no rush.

Aaron pondered what he should do.

It was not possible for Birac to take root at Baldur's Gate so quickly, he must have been helped by other forces.

Who could have ally with Birac?

…………

At the same time, the final light inn, the stables.

"Honey ~ Honey ~ Honey ~" Miss Charlotte was singing happily and poured honey into the milk: "Licked honey~"

"Speed speed speed, speed will get faster~"

"Honey ~ Honey ~ Honey ~ licked honey ......"

It's really fun to come out on an adventure, Charlotte couldn't help but think with joy as she watched Aaron's mount, "Emperor of the East Sea", lick the bucket with her tongue.

She had scarcely seen a place as crowded, dirty, foul-smelling, and wonderful as the Ultimate Radiance Inn.

She was glad she and Aaron could sneak out of Cormier and out on an adventure.

Aaron was discussing things with Annomin, Eleanor was cleaning the room, and with dinner still a while, Charlotte felt that she was back to her old state, not only to experience the life of a commoner, but importantly that it was not surrounded by the endless etiquette and etiquette of life in the palace.

She's starting to get bored, it's fun to study magic, but not other classes outside of magic, she likes to take dance classes and flirt with Aaron privately, but she doesn't like being told what to do, and at Cormier, she feels like she's on bail somehow, less like a master, more like a prisoner.

Subordinates monitored her every move, and bodyguards followed her everywhere, saying that it was to protect her.

Charlotte knew she was naïve at times, she should have followed Alice's advice and stayed in a safe place, but she liked it.

It's the kind of adventure she's dreamed of since she was a child.

For the first time, Charlotte saw people of different races, and a lot of them.

They hurried through the lobby of the inn as if they owned the place, and they Charlotte cared less about him than for themselves, and Charlotte thought they must be used to seeing a pink-haired warlock lady, and she was not at all used to seeing adventurers in the traditional sense.

These adventurers were nothing compared to her, there were almost no spellcasters among them, they weighed more than Charlotte, and they were fat and muscular.

They looked clumsy and rough, and their voices sounded like the roars of jungle beasts. They have many different types: tall, pale, well-groomed Swordbay and Tasser; the Kalinsan, dressed in black robes and hawking in the streets, carrying scimitars from the southern continents; There are also Karatu people in silk robes.

Charlotte understands why some adventurers pretend to despise them - their worlds are two parallel lines.

The average adventurer has a vulgar attitude, rough and straightforward words and gestures, coupled with an obnoxious vulgarity and stench, adventurers don't like the big lady who is richly dressed and aristocratic, however, Charlotte doesn't feel sick - she finds the different accents, voices, clothes, and body language uplifting, just as interesting as any book or poem she's ever read.

Their clothes are coarse, and their food smells of fat, salt, and spices.

Some sausages made of indescribable meat (rat meat guessed by the eldest lady) sizzled as they were grilled. Grilled fish that turns black on a brazier, and ordinary duck meat brushed with mutton fat is called lamb kebabs, and is openly sold behind the bar.

Swindlers, thieves, prostitutes, the three oldest professions.

Merchants with mint-flavored belts tied to their chests shouted everywhere, vicious puppies roaring behind their heels.

These people are far from their homes, but somehow they have a homely vibe here, and the buildings in the inn take on a humane look, and the brick buildings stand in stark contrast to the remnants of older elven buildings.

The ancient elven palace has been transformed into a giant adventurer's abode and a labyrinth of dwellings, shops, and docks.

There is no majesty and restraint of urban culture. People bumped into each other in the street, either quickly backing away and reaching for their swords, or grinning and nodding and walking away.

Adventurers and blacksmiths argue about the price. The prostitutes led the drunken sailors into the small room, and in pairs they began to make love, the stone walls making strange noises.

In a quiet corner, where people were playing chess on oddly shaped wooden boards with strange patterns carved into them, she stopped to watch a game in which she could tell that the rules of the Sword Bay chessboard were no different from the rules of the Cormier court to which she was accustomed.

When the adventurers playing chess noticed the beautiful pink-haired lady, they all stopped to look at her, and Charlotte's charisma not only made her amazing beauty radiate perfectly, but also made them think that she should be able to say something.

So Charlotte took the Calthus box in her hand, and she motioned for them to continue, she didn't want to disturb their entertainment.

Under the influence of the magic box, everyone quickly forgot the fact that Charlotte had appeared.

Carpets are hung on wooden shelves overhead to show off their colors. If the skylight hadn't been blackened by soot and dirt, and the hallway had only been lit by lanterns and torches, perhaps it would have displayed its magnificence as intended.

Charlotte passed by the corner of a small group of mercenaries, and she spotted a drinker selling beer behind her, and following his movements, the beer squirted out of the iron backpack behind him and landed in the mug.

The mercenaries looked at her with real menace, and at first, Charlotte thought they were as curious about her as they were about them, but after a while, Charlotte realized that their eyes meant something different.

The beer seller was fat and difficult to move, wearing a fur hat with peacock feathers hanging down, and strode up to the eldest lady, looked around her, and stared at her.

"What do you want to do, wizard?" He asked, garbled Cormier with his teeth and tongue, his poor pronunciation, and his subtle grasp of grammar was non-existent, but it was still startling, for it was like listening to a dog that had learned to speak, which made Charlotte laugh.

"You've been staring at me, drunkard." Charlotte quietly activated the Karthus Box.

The liquid in the drunkard's mug quickly transforms from a cloudy ale to a truth teller, a potion that requires a complex process to make in Charlotte's Magic Workshop.

The glass bottle in the Big Lady Space Bag was refilled with regular ale.

"Huh~" The drunkard burped, not realizing that what he drank had changed: "I was ordered by my father to find out what you were going to do." ”

"Father's orders? Who is your father? ”

"Naturally, the lord of the Moonrise Tower, General Catherik!"

Updated, ask for a ticket duck~

Today is August 24th, and here is a time to honor our boss, the Black Mamba will never be erased!

Looking forward to the boss winning the resurrection match with the chef and the return of the king.