Survive the Fourth Natural Disaster Chapter 567

Where the Thieves Guild is located, there is no magic to get rid of dust, let alone the bookstore.

Hill glanced at them only to tell the thief inside that he knew they were there and was not very happy, so don't know what happened after being retaliated against.

"Dear Mr. Archmage." Summer changed the subject cleverly. "There are a lot of books today, and many people came back before the deadline.

And this time, there are more repeated books than the previous two days. "

Hill nodded: "It's okay." Of course he knows that there will be many duplicate books, but if you don't do this, most illiterate ordinary adventurers will not buy books so hard.

And their strange performance, of course, will attract a lot of attention. There will always be some big family prodigals with rich collections who will send books over for sale.

The price that Hill gave was a uniquely high price among the ten towns in Icewind Valley.

Summer smiled very happily, he knew that the archmage with the endless purse in his hand could not care about this little money with him.

He triumphantly picked up his pipe, took a beautiful sip, and then continued: "Mr. Master, the silly boy next to me went to Bryn Sand Town. In addition to books, he also collected a little Little things that magically react.

There used to be a lot of red-robed mages in that place, and most people didn't understand what they left behind and didn't dare to use it.

But the locals in Bryn Sands collected those things.

Otherwise, even fragments will cause big trouble.

Beshmit's father was the sheriff of that place, and they all asked him to bring him over, hoping that Mr. Archmage could kindly tell us that these are all broken things even if they don't buy them.

Otherwise, we don't dare to throw it out, for fear of picking it up for some desperate guy and causing big trouble.

But it doesn't work to put it in a warehouse. In just a few years, Bryn Sand's warehouse has exploded several times. "

Hill looked at the small things wrapped in thick fish skins in the huge opened box, and the corners of his eyes twitched.

This old man is really not a good thing. It is related to the safety of a town. It is impossible for a well-known good camp archmage like Hill to completely ignore it.

If Hill is not afraid of Vol'jin and the Thieves Guild, and is willing to open them one by one, they will not suffer. Even if the good things are bought by Hill, they can also learn a lot of knowledge, at least they will discover something and wizards in the future. Related things don't need to be confused and confused.

If Hill is unwilling to waste time, he chooses to cover everything. With Hill's strong financial resources, he will naturally not give less money.

Hill looked at the old man's calm face, and with the hand holding the pipe trying to keep it from shaking, he simply took away all the 1000 gold.

He glanced at the quantity in the box. There should be more than a hundred items. The fish skin is only used to prevent vibration and very coarse isolation. If these items are really transported back, they will definitely blow up into the sky.

But Hill was really interested in some cryptic mana operations, and the average price of less than 10 gold was normal on the mainland.

Only Ice Wind Valley, which is a bit repulsive to the mage, will have this unsellable result.

Hill suddenly smiled. Judging from the sheriff and the mayor who didn't deal with these things cheaply to the merchant, the town of Bryn Sands is not a place that Woking believers can deal with so easily.

They will now tolerate these guys doing things in their own territory, probably because of their large fortune.

Hill happily put everything away, and I don't know how much fun there will be in Icewind Valley! His little bell had better last longer, and don't let the terrible wind and snow blow away here in winter.

How could a place where a barbarian who believes in Tempus be a sheriff could be so tolerant to the followers of Woking.

Ignoring the magnificent small businessmen standing outside the grocery store, Hill flew directly back above the clouds.

No matter where it is, there will be idiots.

These guys probably think that their things are of good quality, and Hill will definitely be interested, so they dare to stand outside and play with Hill and stop talking, hoping that Hill can take the initiative to ask them what's the matter.

In this case, they would not be regarded as breaking the tradition.

In Toril or most fantasy worlds, in fact, the archmage and the nobles rarely deal directly with the merchants, and they find an intermediary to handle chores.

People who come forward directly like Hill are already very approachable. Most of the archmage sends an apprentice or housekeeper to talk to these small businessmen.

Since Hill has found Summer in this place, if anyone else wants to sell him anything, it's best to ask Summer to ask if Hill is interested.

Even officials with real power like the mayor will not break this tradition.

But for some merchants who don't even want to send it out for a little benefit, if they have enough confidence in their products, of course they can also try to cut their beards, take the things they want to sell, and set up a stall next to the place where the hill must pass. That's it, if Hill is interested, he will definitely go to see it.

These rules bound merchants, not powerful people such as nobles and mages.

But these few merchants who want to sell things to Hill, but don't want to put down the shelf and set up their own stalls, Hill really feels that they are probably the believers of Woking. They are the only ones who have been sought after on the mainland for too long. Only then can you completely forget the world of Toril, and only with powerful power can you have proud capital.

However, I don't know what kind of good things the Woking believers brought out to seduce him!

Hill was actually a little tempted, but he controlled himself.

The goddess of wealth should come to him by herself!

If Woking really dared to walk out of his closed kingdom in order to kill him, Hill would still admire this lady!

If you want to kill him completely, the level of the avatar must be about the same as the main body. If this is destroyed, Vol'jin might even collapse the kingdom of God.

Hill believed that he could definitely show her what the world of weak power was like.

When he was flying in the air, he was still thinking, why do these people feel that he would give them a chance to mark themselves?

The mage is not not greedy, but a true mage can always suppress his greed with reason.

Sitting in the cloud house, he directly set up the route back to his floating castle, and then began to pack the big box. At the very least, he had to open everything up, some of which would explode.

Shards of sacred objects are placed next to the fragments of evil strange objects. Either the evil objects are purified, or the sacred objects can't stand the game and explode.

Hill was convinced from the bottom of his heart that this was why their warehouse would explode.

There must be no trustworthy legal profession in the town of Brin Sand, otherwise, at least these two things would not be piled in one place.

Hill first put the things that didn't look right into a box woven from the branches of the Trahir Sunflower, and then put the box into a small pool full of holy water.

He was not interested in seeing if there were any powerful artifact fragments at the bottom.

In fact, Hill was worried about his luck. Although the artifacts of the evil camp were all deceptive, they were really powerful.

Fortune is sometimes a double-edged sword. Some things are powerful, but it does not mean they are good. Hill also doesn't want to test his willpower.

The culprit that Ice Wind Valley was almost completely destroyed by the red-robed mage apprentice at the time was the fragments of the Shadow Stone.

Hill was actually really worried that there was another piece in Brin Sand Town, which actually had a lot of stuff.

So he saw all the purple crystal fragments, regardless of whether there was a dark atmosphere on them, they were all thrown into the holy pool together.

Shar's things, normal people are best not to touch.

Before the Shadow Stone was crushed, even a powerful **** could die.

Hill looked at the other things in the box, and took out an old canvas with paint on it, about two inches wide and eighteen inches long, which looked like an old oil painting that had just been torn apart.

Hill was a little suspicious that it was something the mayor had just collected, and he showed a strange smile.

The sacred power of the goddess of magic, the smell of the magic net.

Hill took it in his hand, and quickly realized what he wanted to see, and it really was the thing he thought of. Archmage Ilminster was the incarnation of his predecessor Mystra, McGara Blackeye. Painted fragments of oil painting.

This oil painting was hung in the elder's room of the Tower of Windsong by Ilminster before the fall of Mis Zhuonuo.

And the ones who destroyed it were the undead of the Ghost City.

In fact, the current Mystra has always been able to observe the Tower of Windsong and Miszono through this oil painting. The purpose of the ghost this time is there. Of course, after discovering the connection between the painting and Mystra, he tore it directly. Broken~www.mtlnovel.com~ This oil painting fragment can be regarded as a kind of sacred object. It can add magic distance, magic delay, fixed spell, silent spell, and spell expansion for the followers of Mystra. Wide one of these special effects.

It was useless for Hill. What he really cared about was that the appearance of this thing meant that some ghosts chose to hide in Ice Wind Valley, but didn't know how they lost their lives.

The arcanists in these shadows can't be killed by anyone, it's probably their own hands.

Hill couldn't help but narrowed his eyes: Is this the color-resistant scroll already available?

He flipped through the remaining strange objects again and found a clue on a torn bag. It was a bronze button sewn to the mouth of the bag: the pattern on it was a harp surrounded by a whirling breeze.

Hill took it down carefully, and it turned out to be a ring.

He looked carefully at the Ring of Windsong. If the color-resistant scroll has been taken away, he should be able to visit this Warlock Tower, right?

Chapter end

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