On the last night before the Scorching Sun Tournament, all of Neverwinter's taverns were packed.

Instead of taking the floating boat of the Moonstone Mask, Tang Sen and the others walked quietly through the crowd.

The location of the Three Bears Tavern is not in the core business district of the Guardian Enclave, but rather across the Sleeping Dragon Bridge and across the Neverwinter River, which spans the entire city of Neverwinter, to the Black Lake District.

The Black Lagoon is much more chaotic than the Guardian Enclave, but the cost is much lower, so it has become a gathering place for adventurers, and Townsend can see many guards patrolling the streets, shouting at drunkards and thieves in the streets.

"That's the Winter Shield Warden, adventurers and mercenaries hired by the City Lord." Maris explained in a low voice: "These people are responsible for the security of the Black Lake District, of course, in my opinion, these guys who collect black money everywhere are the source of chaos in the Black Lake District. ”

"There's the Three Bears Tavern in front of it, and I'm proud to say that it's not as luxurious as the Moonstone Kamen, but the atmosphere is much better!"

He pointed to a building on the corner of the street, "Here you can find all the adventurers you want, and there are so many legends that start here." ”

Although he hadn't yet entered the door of the Three Bears Tavern, Townsend could already hear the roar coming from inside.

He looked up at the door, where there were no plaques, only specimens of the heads of three hideous bear goblins.

"So that's what the three bears mean." Tracey gleamed with excitement, "It's funny. ”

"The boss of the Three Bears was originally a famous adventurer, and his greatest achievement was to defeat an entire goblin tribe by himself, and what you see is his trophy, and of course in that battle he was hit by a corrosive arrow in the knee, thus ending his adventure."

Maris pushed open the door, and the sound wave drowned out several people as if it were substance, and the uncomfortable smell of sweat and alcohol mixed together, causing Townsend to frown slightly.

But Barn was excited, the dwarves loved this kind of occasion, and he strode in with a sledgehammer and slammed it on the bar.

There was no more episode like the Moonstone Masquerade, because there were already all kinds of reassuring traces on the bar.

In addition to this, there is a whole row of ale on it, and from time to time someone picks up a glass and drops a few copper coins.

Maris skillfully conversed with the bartender for a few words, then walked over and whispered to Townese, "He's already waiting for us upstairs." ”

Of course, there are separate places for conversations in places like this where adventurers gather.

The group, including Barnes, who was already carrying a glass of spirits, went upstairs and made their way through the complicated corridor to a room, where Maris knocked on the door until he heard an echo from inside.

As a result, Townsend saw a man wearing a hood and hiding his face in the shadows.

The other party was obviously a priest, as could be seen from the heavy armor on the other party's body and the shield placed on the table - the priest of the world of Feren was not the profession that people usually thought of wearing cloth robes and staying behind everyone to cast blessings.

Of course, they also release blessings, but for the most part, the priests are heavily armoured, at the front of the line, and smash the heads of their enemies with their shackles.

"You're late." The man's voice was hoarse, and there was a dark aura all over his body - it was not surprising that no one expected a priest who could cast the dead's conversation spell to be a good person, or at the very least, their belief would not be in the good camp.

"It's a bit crowded tonight." Maris explained, then said, "I've brought your client, you can start talking." ”

The man glanced at Tang Sen and said, "Outsiders? What do you need the Dead Conversation Technique for? ”

Tang Sen's eyes narrowed slightly, and Barn put the wine glass on the table at the right time: "That's not how the deal is talked!" Priest. ”

"Don't ask what you shouldn't ask, it's the rule."

The man let out a hoarse laugh: "Rules? The rules of Neverwinter don't control me. ”

"Usually you use the Dead Conversation Technique, you must want to know some key information from the mouth of the dead, right?"

"However, I'm happy to make a lot of money with a magic slot, and if the price satisfies me, I don't ask anything."

Maris looked uneasy and said, "Pastor, we didn't talk like that at first, I have already given the price, ten dragon coins, and you have already made a lot of money." ”

The man leaned back, revealing half of his face from the shadows, and everyone could notice that his face had various strange lines.

"No, I've changed my mind." He said, "I thought it was just a deal with the poor devil in the gutter, and ten dragon coins would be enough to empty your pocket, but now it seems that my client is willing to pay more for the news from the mouth of the dead man." ”

He looked Tang Sen up and down, and his tone was full of greed: "Spellcaster, you have a good robe on your body, and people like you are interested in something that will not be a trace of a goblin." ”

The robe on Townsend is from the Seven Days Trade Magic Shop, with a permanent protective arrow magic attached.

The man in front of him had obviously secretly cast an identification magic spell, and saw the magical light that permeated the robe.

"How much do you want?" Tang Sen squinted his eyes and said slowly.

"Three hundred dragon coins or, you let me listen to the news together, I don't want a penny." The man said.

At this moment, words suddenly appeared in Townsen's vision.

[Item: Iolem's Immortality (selected)]

[Product: Sazastan's Life Box (optional)]

[Procurement period: none]

"Selectable goods. One more? ”

Tang Sen was silent on the surface, and his mind was spinning rapidly.

"The last time the merchandise appeared, it was because the gnomes mentioned a relic about Netheril, and apparently, that relic was related to Eolem's immortality."

"And this time, just because I met a priest who was going to trade, it triggered an incredible commodity."

The name Sazastan, even if Tang Sen does not have a particularly in-depth understanding of the world of Feron, it is impossible to know nothing.

The leader of the red-robed mages, the ruler of Serge, a powerful lich who has lived for many years, and the lich's only weakness is his life box.

Purchasing this item meant fighting not just against a legendary red-robed mage, but against the entire Searle, including countless lichs, red-robed mages of the Nine Rings, and the countless undead and magical creations under their command.

Tang Sen stared at the man in front of him, the corners of his mouth slowly hooked.

"Interesting."

(End of chapter)