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Chapter 145 Prelude to the conspiracy

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    The Dragon and Beauty Tavern is the largest and most appropriate hotel in Waterdeep City.  It has clean beds, comfortable services, and the best security environment. This is related to its unique location. The Dragon and Beauty is the tavern closest to the temple area. Occasionally patrolling paladins will come here to have a drink.

    Therefore, unlike most taverns that are filled with drunken sailors, rude mercenaries, strapped adventurers and travelers, this place is favored by businessmen from all over the world. They can safely discuss business here without fear of being attacked by some unsuspecting people.  Well-intentioned people target bad people.  Sometimes, minor nobles and high-level adventurers would also settle here.

    The bartender here, Lime, is a very unkind-looking person. A scar almost tore off half of his face. These scars with obvious traces of acid spells indicate a thrilling battle.  When several extraordinary guests filed into the tavern, the well-informed old man just raised his eyes, lowered his head and continued to wipe the wine glass in his hand.

    "Please take us to Moore's room! Give me some beer, grilled fish and local fruits" A slender woman wearing a hood lowered her voice and said to Lem. She hesitated and continued: "More  Open two rooms for us and prepare a bucket of hot water, thank you."

    "Is it the fur merchant Moore?" the old bartender stared at her with cloudy eyes for a while and said slowly.

    "No, it's the spice merchant Moore!" The hooded woman pondered for a moment and affirmed.

    There are no very large forests near Waterdeep, and no high-quality furs are produced here. What kind of fur merchant would do business here?  Merchants who purchase high-quality fur goods in the North will live nearby in the port area even if they pass by Waterdeep City.

    'Spice Merchant' Moore's room was very secluded, but the view was very broad. A vague shadow behind the hooded woman took a hidden look around, and made a gesture to show that there was nothing strange, before the group stepped in.  This is a somewhat small room.

    This is a team of adventurers.

    That's right, he has found the Tablet of Destiny, rescued the goddess Vol'jin, thwarted the evil plan of the Son of Baal, and destroyed the god of tyranny Bane. He has had a decisive impact on the history of Faer?n and is hidden behind the veil of historical mystery.  existence - a team of adventurers.  They can always get all kinds of help for various reasons, and then perform feats that are not surprising no matter what.

    Including but not limited to, killing gods, ascending to gods, rescuing a god from the demon monarch of the bottomless abyss

    They are the natural enemies of the Dragon Clan, the nemesis of evil, and the destroyers of conspiracy. Of course, they are also weapons that some people can use. In fact, whenever there is a fierce conflict of interest in a region, there will be such a lucky team.  An adventurer, accepts some inexplicable commissions, and then gets involved in a huge conspiracy.

    For example, now!

    "Bloody Hand is a very mysterious person. There is not much information about him, and most of them are sensational rumors." Moore is a bit gloomy and does not like to talk. He does not look like a businessman, but like a businessman.  A wanderer, he doesn't seem to care about being exposed.

    "But we know that he was a very terrible man with excellent swordsmanship. We only found a very small wound on the skinned man's body, which penetrated his heart from his armpit."

    "From the armpit? That's not easy!"

    "It was quite difficult, especially when we found his weapons later"

    The hooded woman became a little curious. She leaned forward slightly and whispered: "What is it that surprises you so much?"

    "It was a long and narrow leaf, two feet five inches long and two inches wide, the leaf of a palm tree, still carrying morning dew. The etheric plane tells us that this thing pierced a 200-pound guy.  Heart. The prophecy mage said that the guy didn't even have time to resist before he felt his new partner in his heart."

    "It sounds like I picked something randomly on the roadside." The woman's voice was rare and solemn.

    "That's not a good thing. The Skinner wailed for a long time. Every beat of his heart brought him immeasurable pain. In fact, there was such a palm tree in the Skinner's home.  , we found him down there." Moore said nervously as he took a sip of the black tea in front of him.

    "But that doesn't prove anything? Skinner doesn't sound like the name of a good person." The woman shook her head.

    "Yes, that's a bastard who likes to skin people, but bloody hands" Mu paused and said in a dry voice: "It's a person who can bring fearpeople!  "

    "Not long ago, a professional inquired for us. You have heard of his name. I watched him disappear into the air under the palm tree, and then I never saw him again.  Appear. In the shadows, everywhere you can think of, wanderers who try to get to the ghetto end up disappearing there.¡±

    "The shadows did not protect them. The veil that used to cover their bodies has become a dagger at their throats. If possible, I would rather not see those things again." There was some lingering fear in Moore's eyes.

    "If you want to hire us, you should provide more detailed information." The woman in the hood was unmoved and emphasized.

    Moore spread his hands and buried his face deeply in them. He raised his head again after a while: "The best wanderers can use the power of shadows. They can jump in the shadows and lurk in the brightest lights.  Their daggers are as flexible as their fingers. But there, the shadows become the abyss that swallows them, they lurk silently, and die quietly"

    "That person is like a ghost, coming behind the most alert wanderers, taking their lives in their hiding places. Some people die silently, in the most remote and unexpected corners"

    "I've heard of it!" the woman giggled, "There was an old woman who found a dead body in her kettle, so she had to smash the little kettle to take out the horrible thing."

    "That's the best thief here. He can slip through the smallest gaps and sneak into the most heavily guarded fortress!" Moore's voice was a little annoyed.

    "Sorry! I didn't know you were his friend." The woman stopped laughing and apologized: "We have heard a lot about things like this here. Some of the corpses are in tree trunks, some are underground, and even more  Most of them are hidden in some hidden corners. What did the prophecy mage find? Didn't you invite a priest?"

    "The prophecy had no valuable consequences, they were there and died, as it happened naturally, as if death had favored them"

    "Okay! We have accepted this task. But we can give it up at any time. This is my condition. We still need to talk about the remuneration"

    Brimstone, fire, ferocious ogres and goblins, twisted, radiant steel that makes a heavy and harsh sound, sharp awls and edges, blazing red steel protruding from any unexpected angle and position  prick.

    This is not hell but it is better than hell.

    The underground space is getting wider and wider under the expansion of the kobolds. The exquisite mechanical pillars make the place impregnable. This is not something that the kobolds with an intelligence of only 5 can do. They may be able to dig a stable cave, but they must not do it.  A real city cannot be dug underground.  Only civilization can create such miracles.

    A mage, or a priest.

    Of course it could also be a goblin engineer.

    These evil and chaotic little things, like mud, have created a miracle!  Every day, tens of thousands of blue-lighting ice poisons are distributed to the goblins, and have even become the currency circulating among them.  No goblin can refuse this magical potion. They are eager for it, and their hearts are clamoring for this kind of thing.

    Let the addiction to magic gradually dominate their consciousness. These feelings of desire are more determined and tenacious than faith, reproduction, survival, and even themselves, and even dominate the personality and self of these little things.

    Day by day, more and more frustrated people are losing themselves and chasing the poison of ice like zombies. However, based on the huge base of goblins, the supplementary number of people can easily make up for this gap, maintaining a sober addiction to magic.  There are more and more people who have lost their minds, and the number even exceeds those who have lost their minds.

    The goblins who were injected with a large number of ice poisons became more and more paranoid and crazy. The addiction to magic tried to dominate their consciousness all the time, and at the same time, it also made them smarter and smarter.

    In the abyss beneath Waterdeep City, more than five thousand goblins built a huge underground complex below and built a large laboratory for Chen Ang.  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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