"I've found a clue from his family crest," Wren's eyes welled up with tears, "He's my distant cousin Sri Dooku, the only one in our family who has the gift of a mage, so he became his mage apprentice after Archmage Highles returned to the Western Continent, and then gradually broke off contact with the family. Before he died, my father told me to find him. Unexpectedly, his remains were found here. It seems that he died in the Vandalin Mine along with Archmage Highless. ”

"The tree is thousands of feet high, and the leaves fall back to the roots; People travel thousands of miles, and the homeland is buried, this is a proverb in the eastern country. Wren bowed deeply to the two of them, "Both, if time permits, please let me bury Uncle Duku's remains." ”

Perhaps infected by Wren's expression, or perhaps the expertise [Persuader] came into play, the Grey Dwarf brothers glanced at each other, and finally Rock Breaker Thorin agreed to his request.

"Give you ten minutes."

"Thank you, Your Excellency."

In order to express his gratitude, Wren even used the honorific title "Your Excellency".

As the grey dwarf brothers walked away in the darkness, Wren lit a torch and planted it on the ground beside him in order to see the dim surroundings.

Looking at the remains of the mage in front of him, Wren said softly:

"I'll give your bones a resting place in exchange for the equipment you've left behind, a good deal, isn't it?"

Soon, Wren dug a hole more than two feet in the not-so-hard riverbed, lightly placed the unnamed mage's remains into it, and buried it in the earth, finally making a simple mark on it.

"In return, if I make it back alive, I'll perform a purification ritual for you, in the name of my paladin Andre Wren." Looking at the extremely simple tomb in front of him, Wren's expression was solemn and sacred, and he said softly, "May your soul be reborn smoothly and not fall into the hands of demons." ”

Most mages believe in the power of magic, and most of them have a degree of belief in gods, and most of them are classified as panbelievers.

After the death of the devout and fanatical, their souls will be personally brought back to the kingdom of God in the upper plane by the gods sent by the gods, while the souls of the pan-believers and unbelievers are not treated so well.

The River Styx is the final destination for these souls.

Their souls are to be cleansed of sins and memories in the River Styx, and then reincarnated.

This process is long and painful, and it is extremely dangerous.

Because in the lower planes through which the River Styx flows, whether it is the demons of the Bato Hell, or the demons of the bottomless abyss, or the demons that roam the banks of the River Styx, these souls are coveted.

Because the soul is the most precious treasure and the strongest currency in the lower plane!

The Grim Reaper, who is in charge of the priesthood of death, also has a headache in the face of these bold and ghostly guys.

If you're not careful, these evil guys will steal or snatch some souls and sell them for a good price.

The clerical professions of holy warriors and priests can perform purification rituals to purify some of the sins of the soul and speed up the pace of reincarnation.

Of course, such a ceremony is worth a lot of money, and the total value of the materials required is at least a hundred Golden Eagle Coins.

If Wren can achieve his plan, then the hundred Golden Eagle Coins can still be easily paid.

After making the promise, Wren looked at the items left behind by the nameless mage, a pair of boots and a necklace.

The surface of the boots was covered with dust and became dusty.

Wiping off the dust, Wren found that the boots were a pair of suede boots, and a small spider was embroidered in the inconspicuous place above the heel.

This is a pair of leather boots called "Spider Steps", which can make the wearer immune to the effects of "Web Binding" and "Slow", which is considered a low-grade magical artifact.

Wren didn't say a word, and decisively replaced it.

The necklace is made of a string of pearls, and the center is decorated with a dark blue gemstone the size of a little finger, exuding very faint mana fluctuations.

The sapphire is warm to the touch, as if waiting to be ignited.

Wren wore it around his neck, and his mind cleared.

In his mind, a simple spell model came to mind.

It was a ring of plastic energy spells [Magic Missile].

This Shaping spell allows the caster to create three flashing missiles made of magical stands, each of which is guaranteed to hit, dealing 1D4+1 field damage to a targeted target.

The Magic Missile is the best of the damage system in the first ring of spells, and like the [Mage Armor], it is a spell that every spellcaster must learn.

The reason why it is a must to learn spells is because the damage caused by the magic missile is force field damage.

Because there are very few means to exempt force field damage, it was also jokingly called "noble force field damage" by players back then.

Not only that, but this sapphire necklace allows Wren to cast a magic missile once a day, and not only that, but it also has a special power that can add an additional 1D4 psychic damage to each flashing missile.

In other words, it directly doubles the damage of the magic missile!

This is a huge improvement for a one-ring spell.

It had already taken nearly a quarter of an hour to bury the corpse and equip two pieces of equipment, for fear that the gray dwarf brothers would be suspicious, Wren did not dare to delay any longer, and chased after him with a torch.

Seeing that Wren had caught up, the two glanced at him and didn't say anything.

In silence, the three of them made their way through the long mine tunnel, and soon came to the end.

A ruined temple.

Walking into the temple, I saw six broken marble columns lined up on both sides of the road, and at the end of the road was a nine-foot-tall dwarf statue sitting on a stone throne.

The dwarven statue had a long beard that hung down to his knees, and a mighty stone warhammer rested on his right hand. The statue's eyes are made of large enchanted emeralds that shimmer silver and turquoise in the dimness.

"Silent watchmen, silent conservatives, Dumason!"

The two gray dwarves bowed slightly to the statue as a sign of respect.

Dumason, a medium god, is a god of the dwarven father "Moradin", one of the nine ancient gods, and the backbone of the dwarven god system.

His priesthood includes the riches of the earth, ores, minerals, gems, mining, exploration, etc., so miners of any race are His followers, at least pan-believers.

After all, not everyone can afford to provoke the fate of this crown.

Even the gray dwarves in the dark regions, in order to mine minerals, maintain a bit of superficial respect when facing the crown god, even if the relationship between this crown and the gray dwarf main god Radug is hostile.