Idriel Raymond Geton sat quietly at the table, carefully examining the black manuscript parchment in front of him, his fingers brushing the silver six-pointed star seal on the cover.

"It is indeed the forbidden manuscript of the Ancient Mage Order, The Eye of Sothoth, which is much more detailed and rich than the demonological works commonly found on the black market. Even aside, its illustrations and writing art are comparable to those monastic scrolls that flow from Candlefort, making it a good book to collect. ”

It's just worth collecting, and all the chapters on summoning demons in the Eye of Sothos, compiled by the monks of the hermitage, have been maliciously modified. If any fool were to perform the summoning ritual according to the book's description, he would be torn to pieces by the enraged demons on the spot, and then the souls of the unlucky ones would be cooked alive to soothe the demons' vulnerable hearts......

Of course, such inconsequential details are none of Mr. Idrir's business.

Mr. Idriel wasn't very old, nay, he was quite young, but when he looked through a monocle with the cold gaze of a surgeon dissecting a corpse, the black-haired, black-eyed young man with quarter-moon elf blood came across as overly gloomy and old-fashioned.

It's just that his gaze like a frozen ray fell on a thief leader who was accustomed to pretending to be a blind man with his ears instead of eyes, and the effect was no different from showing a blind man a flattering eye.

"Ah, with your expert's assurance, I'm relieved. It's a great gift for high society. ”

"For the sake of you helping me, I still have to say one more thing, the 'demon' thing is not something that humans should touch. ”

"Curiosity is the source of human progress, isn't it. ”

"The future of humanity has nothing to do with me. If you're really curious about these things, you can send someone to my lodgings tomorrow, there are a few interesting things that flow from King's College that are worth reading. ”

With that, he stood up, said "out of company", put on his black top hat and eagle feather mask, and prepared to leave the cramped black market laboratory.

Idriel Raymond Gatton, who runs a humble private clinic in the basement below Waterdeep, doesn't like to interact with outsiders except for a few special patients. He neither attends meetings of the half-elf community nor worships at the temples of any of the gods, but maintains a close relationship with the thieves of the underground black market in Skull Harbor and some group of wandering mages.

In Waterdeep, ruled by the legendary mage Kelburn Black Rod, he is a well-known antiquarian in the dark world, occasionally making a cameo as a broker.

As a broker, Idriel Raymond Guyton's job is to identify heretical dark magic items that have been sealed by the Church of the Good God for nobles.

Occasionally, he would assist illegal traders in entering the drunken sales market of Waterdeep, such as the Dusk Chamber of Commerce, which operates in the dark regions, and often commissioned him to forge identification documents to hide from the tax officials of Waterdeep.

Few people in the Overworld know about the Twilight Chamber of Commerce, but in the Underworld, the Twilight Chamber of Commerce is an important collaborator of the Santarim Society, and their main trade is to transport surface elves to Drow Elf City as living sacrifices.

If the Church of the God of Justice catches the evidence, this alone will be enough for the crimes of this black-haired and black-eyed half-blood half-elf to be beheaded by a hundred rounds.

"Probably, but it's a pity that I live in the great and civilized city of Waterdeep, where every trial takes place. ”

Slowly walking out of the underground chamber, Idriel turned and threw himself into the shadows of the alley, and after repeatedly making sure that there was no stalking, he slowly took off his eagle feather mask.

Even the dark magic has become the plaything of the nobles of Waterdeep, the greatest city-state in the Northlands, the most gorgeous crown city, and an important hub for the continent's commerce. But excessive civilization inevitably brings insatiable desires and increasing arrogance, just like the Netherreans who once reveled in powerful magic—

"So who will play your Karthas this time?"

His rambling questions resounded softly in the dark alley, but he was answered by an arrow that had come from nowhere.

- Revenge, or extermination, my customers don't seem to be such unscrupulous villains......

Looking down, he saw the arrow on his gray trench coat, wounded a few inches below his sternum. The arrow pierced through the stomach, allowing stomach acid to seep into the chest, and then died of acidosis, well, this is not the art of killing that the crudely skilled thieves of Skull Harbor can master.

If you're just a pharmacist who knows how to identify magic items, but doesn't know magic, as you seem, then it's definitely too late to rescue, unless—

He staggered and half-crouched down with his wounds, his fingers stained with his own blood, drew a pentagram on the ground, and wrote a cryptic prayer according to the moment when the constellation of the poisonous dragon Mai Sangrui crossed the sky:

"Chanter before the Silver Throne, pretender on the side of the lake of fire, I ask for the glory of your authority......"

The heretical prayer had just begun when it was interrupted:

"Ah, that's a commendable focus. However, I was amazed that the six-fingered Edark Monarch Grazt still had such a high-quality follower. ”

Although in a bit of a trance due to the pain, Idriel accurately captured the key clue:

"Why do you know my lord's real name......?

"I can't tell the Demon Lord's followers by my real name. But as you can see, I'm just a man who lacks a sense of existence at the moment, and only a dying person like you can communicate with me normally. ”

The self-proclaimed "lack of presence" appeared in front of Idir, wearing a special hexagonal square crown and a robe of a strange style, and casually stretched out his finger and pointed at Itrir's forehead:

"My true body Dao Ji has been cut off three times, and I don't know where I have fallen into the Void World, and I need to find it again. However, disturbed by someone's sword intent of extinction, I am the head of the three bodies, but I am almost like a wild god who has been cut off by sacrifices, and I can't show up in front of the saint, and my sense of existence is as thin as a ghost under the day. In this way, a walking body is needed. ”

Speaking of this, the man in the square crown gently stroked Idrir's brow, as if to brush away those pains and fears for him: "You believe in demons, live in isolation, have no relatives and few friends, and the half-elves themselves do not fit well into human society, and they are also out of place among the elves. Such a perfect setting is just right for me. The best thing is that the dark and filthy things you have done have made someone too ruthless to start without scruples, and it is really not easy to find such a target. ”

Speaking words of admiration or pity, Idrir could no longer restrain the fear in his heart, but the other party pressed the fingertips of his eyebrows, and a sword-like power entered the spirit world-

So in this world, there is no longer a soul named Idril Raymond Guyton.

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.........

The wound left by the Rokko arrow squirmed, but in a matter of seconds, the blood vessels torn by the arrow were reconnected, and the originally ruptured organs and muscles were fused and restored as if nothing had happened.

Only the holes in the clothes, somewhat awkwardly left in place.

But now Mr. Idriel Raymond Gaton doesn't care.

With his hands behind his back, he walked through the alleys of Waterdeep's Skull Harbor, as if a king was patrolling his territory. The shadow beneath his feet followed him loyally, but the shadow swayed slightly, as if mocking its master.

A conversation that ordinary people can't perceive takes place between the nascent Mr. Idriel Raymond Geton and his shadow:

"It's too cruel, my 'great' lord, aren't you a god who guards the good, noble and merciful? Just like the god son who answered my prayer, shouldn't these sinful souls be redeemed? Such a direct destruction doesn't seem to be in line with the aesthetics of the great gods~~"

The ridicule and questioning of the shadow, the newborn Mr. Idrir Raymond Gaton did not care, and still walked forward slowly:

The salvation that God can offer to mankind is to lead mankind to the kingdom of God. Although it is customary to call this 'salvation,' it is essentially 'assimilation,' or at least the harmony between man and God. This is the ultimate happiness, but it is also the ultimate fear, because being in tune with the gods means the unity of the will of the self with the will of the gods, and finally becoming part of the gods. I have always believed that human beings can retain their desire for the ultimate and eternity, but it should be for human beings to move towards the ultimate on their own initiative, rather than for others to do the work for him, to walk for him, to realize on his behalf. ”

Speaking of this, Idriel Raymond Geton glanced meaningfully at the shadow at his feet: "It is not impossible to forcibly redeem his soul, then according to my law as a god, it is to throw his soul into the Five Cities Heavenly Prison and accept a long punishment as purification. Although this is compassionate, it is also cruel, so let him eliminate it directly, it is good for each other. ”

"Hypocritical Lord, you are doing this because if the soul of this cultist is not destroyed, it will inevitably go to the underworld, and it is possible for the three gods of death to know of your existence. And for the current Lord Monarch, it is equivalent to a saint who is just a god, and you will also fall when the saint dies, right?"

Mr. Idriel Raymond Guyton's forehead finally had a bruise, and he leaned down sharply, and plunged into the shadows with one hand.

Like a cat, he grabbed someone by the back of the neck and lifted a "big living person" out of the shadows: "Little ghost, if it weren't for my nosy, you should still be taken by Jesus' great wish, and stay with those sins and demon gods! Do you think that the Holy Grail full of filthy and evil things is better than following me? Well, when I find my way back, I will go to the dangerous goods shelter in LHG and let you go back to your hometown happily!"

What he single-handedly grabbed was a dark-skinned boy with a body between a teenager and a young man. In addition to the red cloth wrapped between the short hair, there is also a crotch cloth wrapped around the crotch, and the whole body is naked.

But the boy's complexion was so dark, like a materialized shadow, and from head to toe it was covered with strange black incantations, with an inexplicable but extremely strange evil intent. Only the golden eyes seem to have a sense of cunning and mocking agility.

As Mr. Idriel Raymond Getton grasped the back of his neck with one hand, the boy still writhed restlessly: "I was ready to die under the torture of the Evil God Rite, and I did die, and my soul slept in the arms of the Messiah, which is not a bad ending—although I don't like to be held by a man who died voluntarily for the sake of humanity." But why did you send the source of your life into the Holy Grail, the fiery and active source of life poured into my soul, and the violent stirring made me have to awaken from my eternal sleep, and finally the sword that slashed at the Holy Grail also threw me out of the Holy Grail, and reborn into this world through your hand—"

Speaking of this, the boy puffed up his chest proudly: "Because I was reborn because I carried the pollution of the source of sin, even the name 'Angora Newman', which represents the King of Ten Thousand Demons, was given to me by you, wasn't it?"

"Angora Newman, don't say that I am like your biological father, Wei Mou doesn't play the set of joint dual cultivation! Even if you regain your life by chance through my three treasures of spirit and spirit, the relationship between us is only between the lord and the courtier!"

"Yes, yes, my great lord, where are we going next?"

Letting go of his hand and letting Angora Newman fall back into the shadows at his feet, Mr. Idril Raymond Getton, or the Lower Yuan Taiich-kun who temporarily lives in the flesh, nodded towards the small clinic where Idriel Raymond Guyon once was: "Go to this man's residence, take over his property first, and then talk about anything else." ”

Angora Newman in the shadows happily agreed: "Well, this is a wise decision that suits my aesthetic tastes. ”

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The inhabitants of Waterdeep have always prided themselves on their open-minded, tolerant, and multi-racial system of mixed living in the spirit of the rule of law.

The so-called multi-racial mixing not only means that in this city, humans, dwarves, elves, gnomes, and halflings can coexist, but even the famous bandit races such as goblins, gnolls, kobolds, trolls, and ogres have a place to live without violating the law.

Even bestials such as werewolves, vampires who know how to live with humans, and psychic monsters who prefer pig brain pudding...... As long as you obey the laws here, you are eligible to enjoy a prosperous life in Waterdeep.

Naturally, this is also one of the few surface cities where you can see drow ronins.

Mo Yun, who was wearing a cloak, appeared calmly in Skull Harbor like this.

(End of chapter)