"The oldest surviving document on the continent of Morkelen, the Annals ||The Ledger contains the basic history of the villages and tribes of the Central Highway about 36,000 years ago, as well as a detailed list of tributes paid to the gazing dragon, Mabinogion, every ten years, and a number of records of conversations between the envoys and the dragon. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 The history of the formation of the world and the primitive era is only circulated in the myths of various sects on the continent, but most of these myths are contradictory and mixed with too many fictional stories and different doctrines, so the historical reference value is not great."

--- Excerpt from "The Age of the Dragon" by Sharti Israg

Autumn in Manuka is undoubtedly much milder than summer, the sun is no longer scorching the sandy ground through the cloudless sky, and the almost suffocating sultry air begins to flow with a hint of refreshing coolness. However, Manuka was tormented by the scorching heat, and the residents clearly did not adapt to the autumn season, and they still hid in their houses and waited for the night to come.

The door of the tavern was pushed open, and a smell of smoke, alcohol, and the smell of men's sweat mixed with women's perfume rushed to the visitors. The dazzling sunlight outside the door also immediately shone into the dim tavern, and the drinkers sitting by the door couldn't help but block their eyes with their hands, and under the cover of the sun, they could only see a tall and thin figure pushing the door, and the door was quickly closed, and it seemed that the visitors did not like the scorching sun as the people who lived in Manuka.

The people in the tavern just habitually glanced at the door and returned to their world, but they soon fixed their eyes on the new guest again. The man wore a wide-brimmed felt hat and a large cloak that enveloped his entire body to protect him from the poison sun, but what really caught the attention was his face when he took it off.

His long silver hair was tied in a few pigtails at the back of his head with a rope, and his long, pointed ears were indicative of his different race, a pair of eyes that were as bright as stars in the dimly lit tavern, and a face as black as the night sky beneath the felt hat.

Some of the young adventurers in the tavern couldn't help but press their hands on their weapons, but they were pressed down in time by their companions. Some of the adventurers who had already drawn their weapons seemed to remember something, and suddenly turned their heads to look at an old man sitting in the corner of the tavern, and reluctantly retracted their weapons into their sheaths, only to look at the drow elf who was unwrapping his cloak with fiery eyes.

Ignoring the hostile gaze around them, the Drow unfastened his cloak that was in the way of movement, took off his felt hat and hung it behind him, and walked straight to the bar where there were only a few drunks.

"What do you order?" said the bartender, with a cigarette in his mouth, so he was a little slurred.

"Give me a glass of water. Drow said as he pulled out a silver coin of ten doles from his bosom and placed it on the bar.

"A glass of water isn't worth ten dows. Saying that, the bartender handed the water to Drow and reached for the silver coin.

Drow put the water aside, pressed his fingers to the silver coins on the bar, and said, "I'm looking for someone." ”

"Oh" the bartender took his hand away, took a sharp puff of his cigarette, and looked at the "rare customer" with interest.

"I'm looking for a wizard or craftsman who can craft magical items. ”

The bartender chuckled and said, "That old dwarf on Seventh Street, Einset, is the best craftsman in all of Manuka, and thank you for your patronage." "Then I wanted to take the silver coin.

Drow still held the silver coin down and said in an impatient tone, "Don't talk to me about this useless nonsense, do you want a drow to find a dwarf and say to him, 'Hey, you damn bearded barrel, go and help me put some magic on my ass!'"

The bartender took the cigarette, flicked it on the bar, put it back in his mouth, and said, "You're Harleydick?"

"My name doesn't matter. Drow, or Haredith, said.

The bartender gave Haredith a deep look, and was silent for a moment before he spoke, "What do you want to build?"

"It's not about you. ”

"Hmph, Drow, if you just want to build a prop with some tricks, you can find a random craftsman on the seventh street, but if you get something good, I must know what it is to recommend the right person to you, you must know that there are not many human or halfling craftsmen in Manuka, and even if you do, I guess if you find it, they will cut off your head and go to the Archon for money, and only our people may be able to help you. The bartender said unhurriedly.

Haredith frowned tightly, and after taking a few sips from his glass of water, he reluctantly said, "Give me a mirror image." ”

"Is it necessary?" said the bartender, somewhat surprised.

Harradidick paid no attention to him, but lowered his head and drank his water, while the bartender glanced at the old man who was dozing off in a corner of the tavern, who did not move, and could only hear what he seemed to be saying with his ear to his mouth.

Hareddick and the bartender were suddenly surrounded by a brilliant magic ball, and the bartender said to Haredick, "Okay, all the people outside can see now is that we are having a normal chat"

Hareddick looked up at the gorgeous aperture around him as if to examine it carefully, and then took out a small silk sac and a silver mask covered with unknown symbols from his bosom, and he carefully opened the silk sac, took out a small light blue stone from it, shook it in front of the bartender's eyes, and then immediately withdrew the silk sac. The bartender's eyes were fixed on the shabby silk sac, and the cigarette in his mouth fell to the ground, "This is...... Easy...... The bartender was also a well-informed man, and he opened his mind and said, "One hundred thousand doels!

"Not for sale. Faced with this astronomical amount, Haredith refused without even thinking about it.

The bartender was visibly anxious, and he said, "You can't afford to make a higher bid than we do, Drow." It's priceless, and no one but us can afford it, or have the guts to take it. ”

Haredith shook his head and said, "I won't sell it for any amount of money." ”

The bartender could only sigh, reluctantly glanced at the worn-out silk sac twice, lit a cigarette again, and took a depressed breath: "Then what do you want to make with this thing? A shade mask?"

Haredith chuckled and said, "I hate the sun, but the sun doesn't hurt me at all, it's just a little stinging on my skin." ”

The bartender was obviously interested in this, and he owed the money and said, "Oh! this is the first time I've heard that the Drow elves are not afraid of the sun. ”

"I'm special," Haredith, apparently not wanting to continue the conversation, continued, "I'm going to create a mask, a mask with permanent advanced transfiguration." ”

"Advanced Transfiguration!or Permanent Magic?!" The bartender gasped as he picked up the silver mask with runes written on the table and asked, "This is made of Mithril?"

"That's right. ”

The bartender took a closer look at the mask, and he knew that not to mention collecting the Mithril that cost to make it, the runes written on the mask alone would cost enough money to buy a good territory. He lowered his mask, raised his head slightly, scratched his chin full of stubble with his fingers, and said, "It's difficult." ”...,

"It's difficult, that means you have a way, right?" said Haredik, apparently pleased with the answer.

"Hmph, Drow, you also know that advanced transfiguration is dragon magic, and in addition to dragons, only dwarves, elves, and humans will have a few God-granted, but do you think those dwarves and elves will create props for a drow?"

Hareditik didn't speak, just listened quietly. The bartender continued, "We do have a few wizards in our guild who are proficient in dragon magic, and although we hate you drows, we will still meet your request if the guild comes forward. ”

Harradidik looked delighted, and the bartender sneered and said, "Don't be too happy, Drow, the people I'm talking about aren't here, they're at our headquarters." ”

"Otah?!" Haredik's face began to look ugly.

"That's right, Horta. ”

Haredik's features twisted as he listened to the bartender continue: "You should know better than me what Ota is, let alone enter the city, just within ten kilometers of there, those crazy knights will capture you and hang you at the city gate." ”

"That's why I want a mask with advanced transfiguration......" Hareddick said in frustration, "Can you ask your craftsmen to go to another place to help me build it, I can pay a high price." ”

"What stupid are you talking about, Drow!" said the bartender in surprise, "The craftsman himself is important, but even more important are the tools that can't be moved, you don't even know this bit of common sense, do you?"

Hareddik looked up to the sky and sighed, and said helplessly, "I know...... Of course I do. He withdrew the mask and silk sac into his arms, drank the rest of the water in one gulp, and pulled out a silver coin of ten doles to leave the place.

"Don't worry, Drow," the bartender didn't accept the two silver coins on the bar, but continued, "Although our union can't help you, it doesn't mean that no one can help you." ”

When Haredith heard this, he sat down again, waiting for the bartender's answer. The bartender stretched out an index finger and said, "One hundred Dao Er, this information needs a hundred Dao Er." ”

Hareddick immediately took out a gold coin and threw it to the bartender, who took it and bit it with his teeth a few times before accepting it and laughing, "Do you know a wizard named Al Lee?"

Hareditik tilted his head and thought for a moment and said, "I think I've heard the name." ”

"He's a traveling wizard who's been wandering around the world not knowing what he's looking for, and he's also a gifted man who knows the magic of the dragon language. ”

"Do you have any information about him?"

"Of course. He's been seen near Yaru lately, but you'll have to go faster, because you know that wizards don't usually stay in one place for long. ”

"How many days ago is this?"

"About ten days. "Ten days, it will take at least a little more than a month to get from here to Yaru, and it is estimated that the wizard who got there also found what he was looking for and left. Luckily, the wizard never hides his tracks, so even if he gets there, he can still ask where the wizard is.

"Do you have a portrait of him?" Hareddick decided to find the wizard named El Lee, who had been hunted and killed like a wild dog all day long, and he would not let go of any hope.

The bartender spread his hands and said helplessly, "You have to go to the wizards' guild to ask about this, we can't help." Haredith nodded, pushing the two silver coins from the bar to the bartender. The bartender glanced at Hareddick with a strange look, and Haredith just said lightly, "Let me go out through the back door, there are too many hungry wolves behind me." ”

The mirroring technique had been removed, and the bartender looked behind Drow, the adventurers sitting at the wine table with red eyes, smiled and accepted the coin, bowed to Hareddick like a clown, and said, "As you wish, Your Excellency." ”