Although they inevitably encountered attacks from monsters and wild beasts along the way, they finally managed to pass through the dangerous "Broken Tooth Mountains" safely.
They had not encountered the ogre mages who were trying to establish a country on the border of Amn, nor their army of monsters numbering a total of 100,000.
Nor did he encounter powerful creatures such as dragons or giants;
Even the Xirik Church, which built a fortress here, did not come to cause trouble for some reason.
This directly resulted in what should have been the most dangerous part of the entire journey being completed safely.
Looking at the suddenly open plain in front of him, Bernard finally let out a long sigh, rubbed his eyes that were severely swollen and black due to long-term insomnia, and sighed slightly: "We have finally arrived in Amn. I can't believe that after going through so much, I can still come back alive."
"Don't be happy too soon. We are still some distance away from reaching Askatla. If we let our guard down at this time and get ambushed by the enemy, it would be more trouble than gain." Zuo Si took the initiative to issue a warning.
Because the closer you are to a big city, the more monsters and demons there are, and the danger increases exponentially.
Not to mention the shadow thieves organizations that are spread across every corner of the streets and alleys, even the numerous evil god churches and temples are enough to make one's scalp tingle.
You know, Amn is the only place in Faerun where the worship of evil gods is not prohibited.
As long as it is a true God, no matter how outrageous its doctrines are, it can openly recruit believers and build temples on the streets.
In some places, the temples of two hostile gods are less than thirty meters apart.
One can imagine how intense the various open and covert struggles will be.
Today I kill a few of your believers, and tomorrow you assassinate one of my priests. This is basically the bloody daily routine of Amn's religious beliefs.
In addition, in this country where money is paramount, there are endless mercenaries, slave-hunting teams, and adventurers who are willing to take risks for the sake of profit.
Some daring ones would even ambush caravans and passers-by along the way, using this method to quickly gain wealth.
Zuo Si didn't want to see the young merchant being assassinated when he was about to arrive in Ascatla.
"Thank you for the reminder. I will be more vigilant."
Bernard nodded slightly, then took out a map and spread it out, pointing to the road extending from the Broken Tooth Mountains and said, "Continue forward and cross the Esmere River, and we will reach the Granary City - Pusu.
However, I don't plan to stay here, but to cross directly to the next stop, Crimmel.
I will stay in Crimson for a while, sell a small portion of the goods and merchandise, contact some old friends, and ask someone to find out about the latest developments of the Chamber of Commerce.
Before returning to Athkatla, I must make all preparations, including filing a lawsuit to regain the inheritance of the Chamber of Commerce after my father's accident."
"No problem. You can arrange this matter yourself. I am only responsible for solving the parts that cannot be resolved by law." Zuo Si responded meaningfully.
"I feel relieved to hear you say that."
A faint smile appeared on Bernard's face.
Because in terms of law, as the eldest son, he had an absolute advantage from the very beginning, and other brothers and sisters could not compete with him at all.
In contrast, what really scares this young businessman are those shady methods.
Of course, if he really can't get back what belongs to him through legal means, he doesn't mind activating the second backup plan.
After all, businessmen have "flexible moral bottom lines."
As for laws, if they are beneficial to you then you should obey them; if they are not beneficial to you then you should find ways to circumvent them.
Anyway, in Askatla, the capital of gold coins, everything has a price.
As long as you have enough wealth, nothing is impossible.
Things like judicial fairness and procedural justice are just excuses to cover up the essence of money-for-power transactions.
With a strong desire to retake the Chamber of Commerce, Bernard quickly ordered the caravan to speed up.
After entering the territory, most of the roads were very flat and dry, very suitable for carriages to pass, so the team's movement speed was several times faster than on the rugged mountain roads.
In just a few days, they successfully entered Crimur, an important trade hub and caravan transit station in northern Amn.
Although the city is far less prosperous than the large seaside ports, it has a surprising number of inns and taverns.
Especially on the main roads, you can see one almost every ten meters or so.
I have to say, as a small city with less than 40,000 people, this is really quite strange.
Bernard noticed the puzzled looks of the people around him, and immediately explained with a smile: “These inns and taverns are not for locals, but for caravans like ours.
As the only way to go north to Baldur's Gate, Waterdeep, and Neverwinter, there have always been a large number of caravans and adventurers in Crimul.
On the busiest days, the number of immigrants can even outnumber the local population.
And this city is the only place where you can rest in peace without having to worry about thieves and pickpockets.
Because the Shadow Thief once owed a favor to a powerful family in Crimul, he ordered that no one be allowed to steal here.
Violators will be severely punished.”
"No thieves? That sounds good." Rhett's face showed satisfaction.
Because when he was in Zazesipo, his purse was once stolen by a pickpocket.
From then on, the half-orc warrior vowed to treat the thieves as his "enemy" for life, and would cripple any thieves he caught.
"Let's find a hotel quickly. I can't wait to have a drink to relieve the fatigue of the journey." Alena licked her lips and urged impatiently.
In order to prepare for the battle that could break out at any time, she hasn't touched a drop of alcoholic beverage for a whole week.
Now that we are in a relatively safe city, of course I have to indulge myself.
Anyway, as long as they don't fight or cause trouble, Zuo Si usually won't interfere too much.
"We shall not need to stay in an inn when we reach Crimson. Come, I will take you to a friend who will entertain us with the most sumptuous banquet and wine."
After saying this, Bernard immediately ordered the caravan to turn around and head towards the area near the castle in the west of the city.
After a while, they arrived at the door of a huge and luxurious villa.
Although it may be inferior to Ebenezer Abbott's mansion in Calimshan, it is still incomparable to an ordinary villa.
Apart from anything else, the golden flowers blooming in the yard alone are worth at least two thousand gold coins.
Because gold symbolizes gold, and gold represents wealth, it is the favorite color of the goddess of wealth, Waukeen, and is also sought after by the upper class of Amn.
The young girls selling flowers on the streets of Crimson can even sell a golden flower without any other colors for a silver coin.
Merchants and travelers passing by were also very happy to buy one and then put it in their hats or pockets for good luck, hoping to make a lot of money in the transaction.
Seeing such a large convoy parked at the door of his house, an old man who looked like a butler hurriedly walked out of the house accompanied by guards and warned with a serious face: "This is the territory of the Nashiwa family. No uninvited people are welcome to visit. If you have any urgent matters, or want to do business with the Nashiwa family, please make an appointment in advance."
"Hahahaha! Long time no see, Taff, you don't even recognize me?"
Bernard laughed and walked up to him and gave him a warm hug.
moment!
The old man's face suddenly showed an expression of shock and disbelief. He widened his eyes and exclaimed: "Master Bernard? It's you! Oh my God! Goddess of Fortune bless you! I thought you had already...already..."
"Dead, isn't he?"
Bernard nonchalantly completed what the other party was embarrassed to say.
Having experienced many ups and downs in life, he looks a lot more free and easy than before.
"Yes! Now the whole of Askatla is spreading the news that you and your brothers and sisters were collectively killed. Such a cruel and brutal incident even alarmed the holy knights of the Knights of the Burning Heart." The old man called Taf sighed slightly.
"What happened to my father and the Chamber of Commerce?" Bernard asked nervously.
Taff wiped the tears from his eyes and replied in a heavy tone, “When your father, Sir Elrodt, heard the bad news, he fainted from grief that day.
Although he managed to hold on thanks to the priest's treatment, his health was getting worse day by day.
As for the Chamber of Commerce, it has fallen into a certain degree of chaos due to the murder of you and your siblings, and only the part in Amn is still functioning normally.
But I believe that with your return, everything will quickly return to normal.
What's more, you brought such a large caravan with you."
Hearing that his father was still alive, Bernard was obviously relieved: "I'm glad that my father is okay. By the way, where is my good friend Babette? Isn't he at home?"
“Master Babette went out to take care of some family business this morning, and I believe he will be back soon.
When he sees you return safely, he will be happy to hold a banquet to celebrate.
Oh, look at my memory, after all this talk I didn't even invite you and your friends into the house for a cup of hot tea."
As he spoke, Taf quickly made a gesture to invite everyone to go inside.
However, when he saw the huge steel golem and the ferocious leopard as big as a tiger, he was inevitably frightened.
Fortunately, Zuo Si reacted in time and prevented the Iron Golem from entering the courtyard, but left it at the door.
This guy weighs over 20 tons, and he could collapse the floor in a matter of minutes if he enters the room.
In comparison, although the "big cat" looks a little scary, it is not so unacceptable in the world of Faerun that is full of magic and divine arts.
In any big city, you can occasionally see rangers and druids walking around with their animal companions.
In this way, everyone, led by Taft, entered the reception room in the house and asked the servants to serve hot tea and snacks.
Of course, for those who were not interested in tea, he also provided two bottles of wine as drinks.
Everyone was eating snacks, drinking beverages and talking about the major events that had happened in recent times.
After a while, a man in his thirties wearing a green suit walked in from the door. Without saying a word, he hugged Bernard who stood up from the sofa and said in an ecstatic tone: "Damn it! I knew that a bastard like you would not be so easy to kill. Tell me, how did you escape from the pursuit of Captain Hallett, the Bloody Hand?"
Without asking, you can tell that he is Babette Nasiva whom the old man just mentioned.
Bernard responded with a wry smile: “I have actually been captured by this terrible big pirate.
It was just luck that I happened to meet Lord Soth on a deserted island.
It was he who killed more than two hundred pirates, captured Hallet himself, and protected the caravan through countless hardships and dangers on land, and finally returned to Am successfully.
Come, let me introduce you to Lord Soth, a wizard with great power."
"You...are you kidding me?"
Looking at the boy, who was about ten years old, it was obvious to Babette that her friend was crazy.
In his impression, mages need a long period of study and research to gain power, so they usually become more powerful as they get older.
A child like this who can become an apprentice who can cast zero-ring spells can be called a "genius".
Bernard quickly shook his head and explained, "No, of course not. Don't be fooled by Lord Soth's appearance and age.
He became what he is now because of an accident.
In reality, he was much older.
Especially when passing through Mylatma, he even killed a powerful and evil red dragon and the army of monsters under the red dragon.
See those suits of armor made from red dragon scales and leather? They're proof of that."
At the reminder of her friend, Babette then noticed the orc drinking with Alena in the corner of the room, and the dragon knight who stood behind Zuo Si without saying a word.
The latter's shiny yellow vertical pupils under the fully enclosed helmet immediately made him feel as if he was being stared at by some ferocious beast.
In addition, there is a ferocious leopard lying next to the sofa, as docile as a pet cat.
It was obvious that the person who could tame these powerful warriors and beasts could not be an ordinary child.
Babette quickly came to her senses, and immediately put one hand on her chest and bowed deeply to Zuo Si: "I'm very sorry, Lord Soth. I was rude just now."
"No need to apologize. You are not the first person to have such a misunderstanding, nor will you be the last." Zuo Si forgave this unintentional mistake with a smile.
Because along the way, he has fully realized how much of a negative impact his age can have on a first meeting.
If there weren't a group of powerful-looking summoned creatures following behind him, others would definitely treat him like a child.
And this situation will not improve in the next four or five years.
"Taff! Go and inform the kitchen immediately and ask them to prepare the most sumptuous food. I want to entertain the guests at noon." Babette instructed the family's old butler directly.
"As you wish."
The latter placed one hand on his chest and salted, then turned and left with an elegant step.
Unlike the upper ruling class of Calimport who demanded 100% obedience from servants and slaves, the ruling class of Amn clearly placed more emphasis on a sense of ritual.
Take the old man who just left, for example. Whether he was speaking or doing things, he always followed certain etiquette and norms.
It seems that only in this way can the noble status and social status of the Nasiwa family be reflected.
In addition, in the country of Amn, almost all wealthy businessmen must have noble titles.
Because as long as the property reaches a certain level and then a special "tax" is paid to Askatla, one can obtain a document signed by the six-member council and the corresponding noble title.
Of course, this kind of nobility is not the same as the traditional nobility that is tied to the land.
The latter also needs to perform military service and protect the country and the people, but the former only needs to enjoy the benefits brought by the noble title.
While the old butler was arranging lunch, Bernard immediately pulled his friend to sit down and asked seriously, "Do you know the latest situation of my family?"
"If you're asking about the brothers and sisters who were in competition with you, I can tell you clearly that they are all dead. This is the result obtained after repeated confirmation by prophecy magic. In other words, your family only has you and your youngest sister Isadora left."
Babette told him all she knew.
Even though he still didn't know what had happened, the fact that so many people from a family died at the same time was enough for anyone who wasn't a fool to smell a conspiracy.
"Is it my father who is running the Chamber of Commerce now, or is it my youngest sister who is running it?"
After a long silence, Bernard finally raised the question that concerned him most.
Although he felt a little sad to hear the news of his brothers and sisters' death, this sadness was quickly diluted by the fierce competitive relationship they had in their daily lives.
After all, for a businessman, only profit is eternal.
As for family affection, friendship, love and so on, we cannot say that they do not exist at all, but in the face of huge interests, all of these have to stand aside.
"It's your father who's trying to hold on. Why, is there something wrong with Isadora?"
Babette noticed her friend's unusual reaction and immediately tested the issue cautiously.
Bernard had an extremely bitter expression on his face, and he answered in a polar voice: "If I say that all this situation is planned by Isadora, would you believe it?"
"What? That's impossible! She's only twelve! And she looks so shy and cute!"
Babette suddenly stood up from the sofa, and was so shocked that she was incoherent.
Because anyone who has seen Isadora would feel, as he did, that there must be some misunderstanding.
But Bernard's next words instantly plunged Babette into a terrible silence.
"Captain Bloody Hand Harlet told me this news himself after he was captured.
According to him, Isadora was paid with 60 percent of the Roldan Chamber of Commerce's annual profits.
At the same time, pirates from Harlet, Luskan in the northern Sword Sea, and six bandit groups entrenched near the main trade routes of Amn were invited.
Just to kill all my brothers and sisters, including me, once and for all.
"Oh my God! This world is crazy and terrible."
Babette felt a chill rising from under her feet and couldn't help shivering.
He didn't even know what to say to comfort the friend in front of him.
He didn't even know if he would go crazy if this happened to him.
Seeing the two people's bewildered reactions, Zuo Si finally spoke to comfort them, "There's no need to be so pessimistic.
Maybe the girl named Isadora was controlled by magic, or maybe a monster like a shapeshifter secretly replaced her.
In short, nothing can be confirmed until I see the girl in person.
Because the Council of Six considers all arcane spellcasters other than the Masked Mages to be illegal.
Therefore, the city of Askatla is particularly vulnerable to invasion by monsters with camouflage abilities.
I suggest you all be careful.
You have to know that living in the city does not mean safety, there are countless dangers hidden in those invisible dark corners. "
Zuo Si would never forget how many horrible monsters were hidden in the sewers of the capital of Amn, as well as the undead in the intricate maze under the cemetery.
It might not be as good as the leyline maze of the mad wizard in Waterdeep, but Waterdeep has two legendary wizards and the chosen ones of the goddess of magic in person, as well as a large number of high-level wizards and countless arcane and divine spellcasters.
This poor masked wizard of Amn is probably not even worthy of carrying other people's shoes.
In Faerun, the strength of a country or city has never been determined by the number and size of its army.
Rather, it depends on how many arcane and divine spellcasters the city has who are willing to step up in critical moments.
This is why city-states like Waterdeep and Silvermoon have the strength to rival any country.
The latter, in particular, defeated several large-scale invasions of orcs, and almost every time the number of orc troops exceeded 100,000.
Upon hearing that the culprit might not be his sister, Bernard immediately felt like he had grasped the last straw, and a glimmer of hope ignited in his eyes.
Babette on the side stroked his chin and said, "It seems that before returning to Askatla, I have to find a way to help you get a spellcasting license."
"A spellcasting license? What's that?"
Alena, who knew nothing about the capital of Amn, blinked.
"Athkatra forbids anyone other than masked mages from performing arcane magic outdoors or in public.
If anyone violates the rules, the masked wizard will come out and capture them.
There are only two ways to avoid this situation.
One is to become a member of the Masked Wizards, and the other is to obtain a spellcasting license."
Babette explained very patiently.
"So how do you get a spellcasting license?"
The half-orc Rhett also asked curiously.
Babette smiled and replied, "It's very simple. Just prepare enough money. In Amn, money is omnipotent. If you find that it is not omnipotent, there is only one possibility, that is, your offer is not enough."
"Damn it! This is simply blatant robbery!" Rhett complained indignantly.
Maybe he is not smart, but he is definitely not a fool. He can see at a glance that the Amn government is taking advantage of the masked wizard's monopoly on arcane power to deliberately slaughter those foreign wizards, warlocks and bards.
“How much does it cost to buy a license?”
"I'm also a little curious about how evil the upper echelons of the Amn government are."
"three hundred?"
"At least five hundred!"
"I think it's more than a thousand. Don't forget, mages are all rich people."
For a moment, everyone was speculating on what price this so-called "spell-casting license" would be sold for.
But they soon realized that the hearts of the six-member council were many times darker than they had expected.
"If it's a temporary license, it only costs 5,000 gold coins. If it's a permanent license, it will cost 50,000 gold coins." Babette quoted the price meaningfully.
The entire reception room suddenly fell silent.
Everyone opened their mouths wide, totally unable to believe that the Amn officials would dare to blackmail arcane spellcasters so blatantly.
This is not a "license to cast spells" at all! It's simply robbery in the open!
No! It should be said that robbery is more profitable by selling licenses!
Only Zuo Si sneered and said, "There's no need to spend that money. I don't need a spellcasting license because neither the Masked Mage nor the Council of Six dare to do anything to me. I believe the Shadow Thief should have left my information on their desk by now."
…
On the top floor of the Athkatla Administrative District Government Building, more than 300 kilometers away.
This is the exclusive office of the Council of Six, the highest decision-making body in Amn.
At this moment, the six people who hold the highest power gathered together, looking at the information just delivered by the Shadow Thief.
After a few minutes, one of them asked, "Is this information accurate? Did the chosen people of Talona, the goddess of poison and disease, really come to the land of Amn?"
"Absolutely accurate. This is the latest news sent back by our people from Calim Port. The source of the intelligence is a believer in the God of Suffering. She is an eyewitness and a paladin. The possibility of her lying or bragging can be basically ruled out."
The leader of the shadow thieves answered in the affirmative without hesitation.
"Then how should we respond? Athkatra has never been visited by a chosen one, and we have absolutely no experience in this regard. Moreover, he is the chosen one of such a special god. If we accidentally offend him, a large-scale plague may break out, causing a huge blow to our population, economy, and trade."
Someone pointed out the problem with concern and anxiety.
The Shadow Thief leader smiled and consoled him, "Don't worry. According to the information we have gathered, this Chosen One doesn't seem to be difficult to get along with. When he passed by Mylatma, he even helped the lord there to defeat an evil red dragon and the army of monsters led by the red dragon. He is a very powerful arcane spellcaster."
"Alone? Unbelievable!"
"I heard that the Chosen Ones have great powers granted by the gods, and some can even be immortal."
“That sounds really enviable.”
"You mean... we can use him?"
Hearing these increasingly outrageous words, the Shadow Thief leader quickly waved his hands and said, "No, no, no. What I mean is that there is no need to start a war, nor is there any need to be too nervous.
After all, in Amn, any true god can legally preach and build his own temple.
All we have to do is allow Talona, the goddess of poison and plague, to establish a church stronghold in the temple district, just like we do with other gods.
In addition, I also found out that he came to Am this time with Bernard from the Roldan Chamber of Commerce.
There seems to be some cooperation agreement between the two.”
"Is it the Roldan Chamber of Commerce that has been in big trouble recently and whose heirs are almost extinct?"
The only woman present showed a surprised expression.
Because this incident caused quite a stir, it even made many wealthy businessmen and nobles in the city feel insecure.
"That's right! I think we can do something about this matter and test the voter's reaction. It would be best if we can reach a cooperation."
As he said this, the Shadow Thieves' leader had a playful expression on his face.
He had heard that in the ongoing guild war in Kalin Port, Apke, who had cooperated with Zuo Si, was killing people with the help of poison.
If the cooperation is successful, the shadow thieves will have a stable and large supply of poison.
In addition, the Council of Six can use the plague to intimidate and attack Amn's trade competitors, forcing them to sign treaties that are beneficial to Amn's merchants.
It's like killing two birds with one stone.
"Just like our relationship with the Knights of the Burning Heart?" a man dressed as a wizard asked cautiously.
"Yes. Although the paladins of the Order of the Burning Heart are not entirely in line with our interests, they play a vital role in maintaining order, law, and easing conflicts with civilians, don't they?" The Shadow Thief Leader asked with a half-smile.
He liked to see the paladins disgusted and hated the Shadow Thieves Guild, but helpless to do anything about it.
After all, the Shadow Thieves are a semi-official criminal organization in Amn and are qualified to participate in the highest decisions like today.
But what about the Knights of the Burning Heart? Although those paladins have a high status and are respected, they are still just tools in the hands of the ruling class, nothing more.
The numerous and loophole-ridden laws of Amna are the best proof of this.
Those who can enter the six-member council and hold the highest power in the country are naturally not fools.
Several other people also quickly realized the huge benefits involved and nodded in agreement to the plan.
In any case, the Roldan Chamber of Commerce is part of the upper ruling class of Athkatla, and is also one of the forty-two families in this city that truly holds power and wealth, although it is only at the bottom.
If they can get the support of one voter, the six-member council wouldn't mind helping out a little so that Bernard can take over the Chamber of Commerce and become the next head of the family.
…
At the same time, in the far south, in the border city of Myratmar between Tethyr and Calimshan.
Jeffrey, the owner of the only wizard tower in the area, was reminiscing with an old friend who came to visit him in his private room.
He first looked the other person up and down, and then cautiously asked, "Did you succeed? Are you really a lich now?"
"Well, I succeeded. This body of mine doesn't feel old, nor does it feel tired or sleepy. It is also not affected by hunger, pain, disease, or desires. For a mage, this is simply the most ideal state. By the way, I have to thank you for your letter of recommendation."
Vanessa took off her hood, revealing her face which was beginning to become a little dry.
Like all humans who became liches, even if necromancy magic was used to preserve the dead body, there was no way to avoid the drying of the skin.
Unless you soak in preservative fluid all day long, it will inevitably rot away slowly over a period of several years, or even decades or even one or two hundred years, and eventually only a skeleton will be left.
Jeffrey exclaimed with envy, "That's great. This way I can calm down and not be disturbed by the outside world, and conduct research and experiments day and night."
"In fact, before I came here, I just spent several days studying and experimenting non-stop. If nothing goes wrong, I will be able to become a great wizard who masters the Nine Rings Mystery in a month or two at most." Vanessa's tone was full of strong confidence.
This confidence came from the notes Zuo Si gave him, as well as several seven-ring, eight-ring, and nine-ring spells copied from the Book of the Dead.
With these things, any sufficiently talented mage can take the final step.
What's more, liches don't need to rest at all.
Experiments that would take a normal human wizard several years to complete can often be completed by a lich in just a few months or even weeks.
The longer she becomes a lich, the more Vanessa likes her current body and condition.
He did not have the troubles that other newborn liches had, such as suddenly becoming an undead creature overnight and still craving for food and drink and wanting to sleep in bed.
Instead, he put all his energy into touching the deepest magic web and studying the necromancy magic that he was most interested in.
"You...really gave the life box to Soth?" Jeffrey stared into his old friend's eyes and asked tentatively.
Vanessa nodded gently. "Yes. And I have no regrets or resentment about this. He has a lot of potential to become a truly powerful person, and he is also someone worthy of loyalty and dependence. He even gave me a lot of precious knowledge and powerful nine-ring spells that I had only dreamed of before."
"What? He has a nine-ring spell!"
Jeffrey stood up from his chair with a speed that didn't seem like that of an old man nearing the end of his life.
"Not only does it exist, but there is more than one. But I can't show it to you, let alone tell you any details about the lich transformation ceremony. If you really want to get these, then give up your unrealistic fantasies and transform into a lich like me and hand over the life box as soon as possible." Vanessa suggested sincerely.
As an old friend of more than forty years, he knew Jeffrey's character too well.
To put it nicely, it's called being cautious; to put it bluntly, it's called being timid. You will never make a choice until the last minute, and you will always feel that you might meet someone better.
Jeffrey was obviously moved, but after hesitating for a long time, he shook his head and said, "Give me some time to think about it."
Hearing this, Vanessa immediately mocked mercilessly: "Consider? What else do you want to consider? Or do you think you can get the complete ritual of transforming a lich through any channel? In the magical desert of Tethyr, the only people you can contact are the red-robed wizards who set up concessions in the port.
But I can assure you that they definitely don't have the knowledge and technology to transform into a lich.
Even if there is, I won't give it to an outsider like you."
"Damn it! Why do you have to destroy the beautiful expectations in my heart!"
Jeffrey cursed in anger.
"I'm doing this for your own good! You know what? Soth is recruiting mages like you and me who have a high enough spellcasting level, but whose bodies have begun to age and decay, and are slowly dying.
Just imagine, if there were several or even a dozen such newly born liches gathered together, what a powerful force that would be?
We can even set up our own organization and find ways to obtain more resources and knowledge.
The earlier you join now, the higher your status will be, and you may even become the founder and elder of the organization.
As long as you and I join forces, we will definitely be able to firmly occupy a place in this organization in the future."
After going around in circles for a long time, Vanessa finally expressed her ambitions and intentions.
Through the battle in Lucky Valley, he was very clearly aware that it was almost inevitable that Zuo Si would become the leader of a force.
If he wants to become a leader in this emerging force, he needs some helpers who know him well.
Jeffrey, who has been friends for more than 40 years and knows each other well, is obviously one of the best candidates.
Of course, Vanessa did not pin all her hopes on the old wizard in front of her, but instead made a list.
All of the above are wizards whose lives are about to come to an end, but they are unwilling to die like this, and are looking for ways to extend their lives or transform into liches or vampires.
Although there were not many people, he was confident that he could convince them one by one.
If the plan goes well, it won't be long before Zuo Si will have six or seven new liches around him who can cast spells of at least six levels.
Although such power is not enough to compete with those powerful spellcasting organizations.
But if his apprentices were included, he would surely surpass the Arcane Brotherhood that controlled Luskan, the city of a thousand sails in the north.
When Vanessa thought about the enormous power she might have in the future, as well as the resources and knowledge she would gain from it, her ambition grew like weeds.
After all, after giving up all desires and enjoyments, the only two things he can pursue are power and knowledge.
Finally, after strong persuasion from his old friend, Jeffrey finally made up his mind and agreed to start preparations for transforming into a lich.
In this way, Vanessa visited her good friends one after another in the next few days, and unknowingly recruited a group of elderly wizards with high spellcasting levels.
Zuo Si probably would never have imagined that he had merely successfully transformed a lich, but this lich would then take the initiative to develop subordinates.
Judging from the situation, the creation of a new spellcaster organization is almost a foregone conclusion.
Of course, the mages who can be persuaded by Vanessa usually have no background or power, and they rely on their own efforts to achieve today's achievements bit by bit.
Therefore, they usually cherish everything in front of them more than those who have "big legs" to hold on to, and do not want to become penniless again because of the coming of death.
As for the faction...
Anyone who is willing to transform himself into an undead creature is probably either neutral or evil. There is no way anyone can be in the good camp.
(End of this chapter)
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