With a wand, you can often skip the spell pack, greatly increasing the speed and flexibility of casting spells. It's like two swordsmen going head-to-head in a duel, and the first person to draw their weapon will always have a bigger chance of winning. That's why mages will use wands as their first choice. But wands also have downsides: using them for long periods of time will reduce their sensitivity to magic, and it is easy to lose their "feel" when improving spells. Many mages believe that wands will cause some particular spell casting techniques to fail, and mages who try to create new spells to make a name for themselves in history will use their wands as little as possible. It is said that using a wand to practice a newly learned spell will also affect the mastery of the details of the spell, resulting in an unstable spell foundation that will be difficult to improve in the future.

So Siegel didn't buy a wand until he needed to go far away, and it was likely to be time for a fight.

In addition to his wand, he gritted his teeth and spent money on a flying spell and an invisibility scroll, so the 550 gold coins were spent again. This is really as the elf master said, mage is really a profession that spends money, and it is no wonder that elves never accept foreign mage disciples - most elven societies take them on demand, and if foreign mage apprentices also take them on demand, they will quickly drain the elves' wealth.

The god of lights is still constantly selling various products, which is the only meaning of his existence. Siegel looked at these good things, and wanted to buy each of them, but he was shy about them. He waved his hand, thanked the god of lights for his enthusiasm, and then jokingly said, "You have free magic items here, so I can take a look." ”

The Lamp God smiled and said, "How is this possible, even the Aein Stone (a talisman gem that constantly rotates around the mage) without any effect costs 25 gold coins, and the Authority Tower has always been ......" Speaking of this, his face changed, mixed with doubt, surprise and pain, and the Lamp God replied: "Don't say it, there is really a magic item here that is free." ”

He took out a coin, one of which had a smiling face carved on one side of the pure gold and a smiling face carved on the one side of the sterling silver. "For the first time, I found out that something like this existed, and the description of it was 'an artifact, only the children of fate can use it'. I'll give it to you if you want it, no money anyway. ”

Siegel laughed dumbly, but when the coin was taken and looked closely, he couldn't find any clues. However, it is indeed a magic item, and you can feel the flow of magical energy from the inside of the gold coin, but Siegel cannot decipher its function and mechanism.

"I thought about it, it's better to continue to create my own destiny and go my own way. Those children of destiny with all kinds of strange missions should be left to others, and this gold coin will be returned to you and left for others. ”

With that, he returned the gold coins and left the Mage Federation.

There are still a lot of things to prepare for going to the north, and all the equipment has to be purchased by yourself so that you can be safe. Sir Beal set a good example in this regard, and Siegel was also nurtured in this habit. He had all his supplies and bought a good horse to set off with his ponies. After that, he finds Bucktooth Genesis and gives him a mission.

"You go find someone who is proficient in the language of the northern savages and orcs, I need a guide. Siegel said: "In addition, you go to a strict-mouthed, reputable agent, I have a business to do." ”

Bucktooth said yes and ran out.

Siegel called Mrs. Linda Deep, took out two hundred gold coins and gave them to her, and instructed, "I will go on a long journey, and I will be back in a few months." This is money left for you in case of emergency, which can be used if anything happens. The cost of living and the cost of employment are still in the cupboard, so you can use that one on a regular basis. ”

"Young master, you have to pay attention to safety. Mrs. Deepp put the money away and said, "Karl has entered the apprenticeship of the priest and has begun to learn some magic rituals. He said thank you very much for the opportunity you have given him and will be there for you. ”

"That's great. Just treat me to a big meal when he's done!" Siegel was genuinely happy, and then said, "By the way, Ms. Linda, you can find a way to buy some flour, fry it, put it in a bag, and use it as my dry food." I saw this in a travelogue and wanted to give it a try. ”

"Okay, young master. ”

The next day, Bucktooth Genesis brought in a middleman named Trinis. Siegel gave him four hundred gold coins and told him about the knightly tournament that was going to be held. There are some rumors about this among businessmen, but it has never been confirmed. However, the news that Siegel told him to prepare supplies for the army was still valuable, and that he could pay for the goods to be turned around, and make the difference in price.

"It must be kept strictly confidential. If I hear that you have leaked any information that will affect the rest of the military operation, then I will report it to the lord and will not let you go even if I am punished with you. ”

"Please rest assured. Trinis hurriedly saluted and said respectfully: "Credibility is my life, and secrecy is my motto." ”

So Siegel stopped worrying about this matter and turned to Bucktooth to ask about the guide.

"There are not many people who dare to go to the northern wilderness to find a living, and even fewer are proficient in multiple languages. I inquired with a lot of people, but I found one who barely met the bill, a troubadour named Ariel. However, this man has a bad reputation, and he often has trouble with his employer, and few people hire him again. And those employers are silent about what happened, which seems very mysterious. This man loves to spend a lot of money, has a lot of gambling debts, and asks for a lot of money. ”

"What else?" Siegel asked, "Aren't there any other people from the north in Waterdeep?"

"Sometimes it is true that there are people who come from the north, but I have asked, and it is said that most of these people have been punished and expelled from the tribe, so these people are afraid to go back, so it is of little use. There are many tribes of savages in the north, and their languages are also different, and subtle linguistic differences are sometimes changes in customs, and a little carelessness can lead to trouble. In comparison, it is much easier to find those who know orc language. There are also multilingual guides who have been taken in by some of the local nobles to trade with the wildlings. They don't take other commissions anymore. ”

"So I don't really have any choice but to go see that Ariel?" Siegel sighed, and there was no other way to think of it but to follow Bucktooth to the Rippling Moonlight tavern.

The Ripple Moonlight Tavern is located near Waterdeep's docklands and has a bad reputation, and is said to be a gathering place for smugglers, intelligence peddlers, and some thugs. Both Bucktooth Genesis and Siegel put on armor under their cloaks and prepared a few more weapons for every eventuality.

Of course, Siegel's wand was turning into bracers, hidden under his sleeve.

They made their way through the muddy road, avoiding the filthy garbage and stinking puddles on the ground, and finally made their way up the stone steps at the main entrance of the tavern. A beggar with a missing leg was napping in the mud, and the broken bowl in front of him was empty. Siegel pulled out a silver coin and threw it in. The crisp sound of the silver coin striking the bowl did not make the beggar raise his eyelids, and Bucktooth said, "It must be drunk." Siegel shook his head and left him alone.

The tavern door was thick and heavy, mottled with paint and greasy dirt, and a warm yellow glow peeked through the cracks in the door, but it was quiet inside. When I opened the door, a sour smell came to my face, and I could see two rows of stout men sleeping on the ground, holding wine bottles, stacked on top of each other. Several drunks talked to each other in their dreams, and one even let out a low laugh. These could be wandering sailors on the docks, or unemployed porters. The depression in Waterdeep's harbor affected their lives in the first place, and there was no other way to forget the stresses of life than to get themselves drunk.

Siegel only frowned, but calmly walked slowly through the middle. The tavern was filled with the pungent smell of alcohol and tobacco, and some of them looked up at the trusted people at the gate, looked at them carefully, and looked away when they realized that they had nothing to do with them. The people here are all-encompassing, and one by one they form their own little circles, and under the glare of the fireplace, they talk to each other and discuss their little secrets. In the dark corners of the room, several vague figures could be seen, sitting quietly, hiding their gaze from the darkness.

The owner of the tavern hid behind a huge bar, silent, his head down and busy with his work, and he didn't even come to greet the new guests. But Siegel wasn't here to drink. Bucktooth Genesis looked around the tavern and found no "poet", so he had to find an empty table for Siegel to sit down and then hurriedly ran to inquire.

Compared to the bitter haha here, the fabric on Siegel is much better, and the pattern is clear and delicate. Several scantily clad women consulted with each other, and one of them, who looked youngest, walked over.

Without waiting for her to speak, Siegel bought her a glass of wine and asked him to leave. Several drinkers watched this scene with great interest, and they all guessed Siegel's identity.

The crisp sound of chains came from his ears, and Siegel couldn't help but turn his head to look. He found a thin little boy with pale red hair and a robe covered in wine and oil, helping the store clean up the tables. His face was dark and covered with acne, and he looked ugly. His emaciated arms had a sickly white color, and there were some scratches on them.

He was barefoot and had chains tied around his ankles.

Siegel frowned, thinking of the orc slave ships he had rescued, the poor passengers on which the poor passengers had been bound hand and foot in rusty chains, stuffed into the dirty and chaotic cabins, and sold like chickens and ducks. Siegel could not forget the look in the eyes of those who were rescued—many of them had a mental breakdown that had already been tortured and could only live like the walking dead in the future.