Since there were no injured, most of the people who were attacked died immediately, so no medical treatment was needed.

Dig a hole on the spot and throw any corpses you can find into it to bury them to prevent them from being eaten by other wild beasts or monsters.

Then a simple funeral was held under the presidency of the priest, and the weapons used during his lifetime were inserted into the ground together with the helmet as a tombstone.

This is an explanation to the deceased.

After all, the Misty Mountains are so far away from Askatla that it is basically impossible to transport it back for burial.

Moreover, Sir Crispian, the highest leader of the delegation, has not yet decided whether to continue to Candlekeep for negotiations or turn around and report the attack to the Council of Six of Amn.

Most importantly, no one knows who the attacker is or what his motive is.

There is also no guarantee that there will be a second or third attack after this one...

Looking at the camp destroyed by the white dragon's freezing breath and the thick ice covering the camp, Sir Crispian subconsciously pulled his cloak and asked in a slightly solemn tone: "Sir Soth, what do you think we should do next?"

"You ask me? How should I know?"

Zuo Si shrugged innocently.

He originally just came here to make some pocket money and go to Candleburg to acquire the knowledge that he lacked most.

How would I know what the top management of Amn is thinking?

In the eyes of Zuo Si, an outsider, the trade dispute between Baldur's Gate and Amn is essentially a fight between a group of greedy merchant interest groups, and there is nothing good about it at all.

Especially the dukes of Baldur's Gate, who are the epitome of greed and stupidity. For the sake of short-term interests, they even allow unscrupulous guilds like the Iron Throne to expand brutally.

The only difference is that Amn dares to tear off its disguise and directly declares to the outside world that it is a country ruled by a merchant oligarchy.

Baldur's Gate and Waterdeep are disguised as so-called "enlightened systems", but in essence they are not much different.

"What I mean is, if you are sure that the envoys can arrive safely at Nashikai, we will continue to move forward. If not, we will turn around and return to Kremur first."

Seeing that Zuo Si failed to understand what he wanted to express, Sir Crispian quickly spoke frankly.

Because he may not care about the lives of those soldiers, paladins, priests and masked wizards, but he cares very much about his own life.

After all, no matter how much political capital this negotiation can bring, it will only make sense if we can at least ensure our survival.

"That depends on what conditions you can offer. My principle has always been to get things done for money. As long as the reward is high enough, everything is not a problem. But please note one thing. If the conditions you offer cannot be fulfilled afterwards, I will take the most extreme and violent means to collect the debt."

Zuo Si made no secret and expressed his attitude directly.

When Sir Crispian heard this, he couldn't help laughing, and promised while laughing: "No problem! I swear on the honor of my family, as long as you can reach Candlekeep safely, you will definitely get a generous reward. Because the thing that Amn lacks the most is money."

"That's fine. We'll set out tomorrow morning as usual. I want to see if the mastermind behind this attack dares to launch a second attack."

After saying this, a cold light flashed in Zuo Si's eyes, and he stood up and returned to his tent to rest.

But just because he could sleep doesn't mean that other people in the delegation could sleep as well.

Especially those soldiers who were frightened by the white dragon, centipede insects, winter wolves and ice trolls, they dared not close their eyes again and remained tense all night long.

I was afraid that once I fell asleep, I would never have the chance to open my eyes again.

Sir Crispian also tossed and turned all night, his brain uncontrollably replaying the scene of himself being just one step away from death.

…

At the same time, the five senior members of the Emerald Society who planned this attack are now gathering in the city of Kzura, east of Amn, near the Serpent Forest.

Hundreds of years ago, a large number of people flocked here due to the discovery of large amounts of gold and iron mines, which eventually led to the establishment of the city of Kzura.

But after two centuries of continuous mining, the mines were exhausted and a long depression soon followed.

However, all this started to develop again with the sudden discovery of gem mines a few decades ago.

The Emerald Society saw this point and chose to establish its headquarters in Kezura.

Because this place is not only far away from Athkatla, but also relatively remote among the many cities of Amn, the masked wizard's surveillance here is very weak.

If you are really exposed and surrounded, you can just run to the Viper Forest in the north or the secret base in the Misty Mountains to hide for a few days to avoid the spotlight.

At this moment, the five people who planned the attack on the Amn envoys were sitting around a table.

The masked man in the lead was the first to break the silence and said, "You should have seen the battle just now. Now tell me, what kind of strength did this chosen one show in the battle?"

"Very powerful! Much more powerful than we expected. Especially those shadows that are as numerous as the tide. They are definitely a terrible threat. He doesn't even need to do it himself. As long as he removes the protective spells on the opponents, the shadows will automatically rush up and kill every living person they can touch."

Another member gave his opinion in a slightly heavy tone.

Not only him, but also the short member sitting in the corner added: "In addition to the large number of shadow creatures, the warrior who was able to collide head-on with the centipede demon worm is also very noteworthy. He was wearing a set of red dragon armor, which made him almost completely immune to damage from high temperatures."

"And the final method is to make all living creatures disappear out of thin air. I seriously suspect that this is some kind of special ability bestowed by God on the chosen people."

Another person pointed out areas where he thought more attention should be paid.

The five of them talked one after another and listed a long list of Zuo Si's abilities.

The leading man picked it up and took a look. He immediately complained in a low voice, "Damn it! I never thought that two white dragons, a centipede, so many winter wolves and ice trolls could not even cause any trouble to the chosen one of the goddess of poison and disease, let alone test how many kinds of protective magic and immunity spells he has."

"So it was right not to take action this time. I suspect this voter has more hidden cards than we expected. If any of us is captured, the consequences will be catastrophic." The member who sounded like a female said with lingering fear.

The slightly fat guy nodded vigorously. "I agree! It is too dangerous to deal with a god's chosen one rashly. We need to collect more intelligence. In addition, I am not sure whether Talona will provide Soth with clues about the Emerald Society through dreams and illusions."

"So what do you think we should do now? Notify Erinikas to abandon the in-depth cooperation agreement reached previously?" the short member asked back.

"No, of course not. We can tell him the truth and ask him to join the operation. If Erinikas agrees, then we will have a powerful helper. If he refuses, it means that there is something wrong with this matter. We must be vigilant."

The fat man gave a solution without hesitation.

He had obviously realized that Erinikas was not really cooperating, but was using the resources, channels and power of the Emerald Society to achieve his own ulterior ambitions.

"Speaking of Erinikas, I remember that in Athkatra, didn't we absorb a powerful necromancer named Asta? Why hasn't he contacted us recently?" The leading man suddenly interrupted.

You should know that the Emerald Society will do its best to win over any high-level arcane spellcasters who have not been absorbed into the Guild of Masked Mages.

"Asta? The lich? He should be hiding in his house studying magic. Don't forget, liches are far less sensitive to the passage of time than living people, so it is normal for them to disappear for a while occasionally." The fat man shrugged indifferently.

The leading man laughed and complained, "What you said makes a lot of sense. I'm speechless. But since he is a member that the organization is focusing on developing, it would be better to take a look at him next time someone goes to Athkatra."

"Don't worry. I will go to Askatra in person in a while to talk to Erinikas and visit Asta."

The member who sounded like a woman took the initiative to take on this task.

In this way, the five people decided after discussion to temporarily give up the action against Zuo Si.

Because the risk is too high and they have no certainty.

However, the top leaders of the Emerald Society were unaware that their every move was being watched by another organization.

The latter's name is Entanglement Talisman!

Yes!

The Lord of the Talismans, Shangela, had long discovered the unusual movements of the Emerald Society, so he hid in the dark and watched the entire battle that broke out in the Misty Mountain Area.

Now standing on the top of a mountain covered with snow all year round, he asked his former lover behind him with interest: "Jimana, what do you think is the magic that Soth used to make those creatures disappear just now?"

"Hmm - I think it should be some kind of expulsion or seal."

The female lich called Jimana touched her chin and gave her own judgment.

She was wearing a silver mask on her face at the moment, and she looked no different from when she was alive, still with smooth, fair skin and charming curves.

But anyone with a little common sense would understand that all this is an illusion created by magic.

Behind the illusion is actually a dried and rotten corpse.

As the only Symbol Master in the organization who is not a legendary wizard, Jimana is not as casual and relaxed as his lover Shangela.

Because although she has a wizard level as high as LV19, the enemies she needs to deal with are too many and too powerful.

If you are not careful, you may die instantly.

“No, dear Jimana.

That is not some ordinary expulsion or seal, but a magical technology from another world.

How beautiful!

How charming!

If it weren't for my identity as a voter, I would definitely find an opportunity to talk to South face to face.

You know what? After all these years as a lich, this is the first time I feel a heartbeat.

It was like the first time I tasted the sweetness of power, the first time I slew a black dragon with the power of magic, and the first time I had an intimate relationship with you.

Obviously, Soth is hiding many secrets.

Even the gods have a keen interest in these secrets.

It’s a pity that because of Lagun’s overly cautious attitude, it ended up in the current situation.

If we had taken decisive action to recruit him into the organization when we were in Kalin Port, all of this would belong to us now."

When saying this, Shangela's tone was full of resentment towards Ragon, the current leader of the Entangled Symbol.

Of course, this is not the first time he has complained, and I believe it will not be the last.

After all, Lagong's talent in "surviving" is obvious to all.

He would definitely choose not to participate in anything as long as there is the slightest risk of being exposed.

It is precisely because of this that the Church of the Good Deity and the members of the Harpist Alliance, who tried their best to investigate, were completely helpless against the Entanglement Talisman.

But the price is the loss of many opportunities for development and growth.

Seeing this, Jimana immediately laughed and teased, "Is your heart that longs for adventure starting to get restless again?"

"Hahaha! You still understand me. The Emerald Society has really done a good thing this time. I can take the opportunity to send someone to infiltrate, and then contact Soth in the name of the Emerald Society. In this way, I can get what I want without violating the organization's regulations." Shangela laughed and stated her plan.

You know, the sinister and despicable means of "borrowing a shell" is the specialty of the entanglement symbol.

Many of the Lord of Symbols' confidants are very good at disguising themselves as members of other organizations, such as the Zhentarim, the Cult of the Dragon, the Red Wizards, etc.

They use these identities or even simply join in and secretly complete some unknown tasks.

"What are you going to do?" Jimana asked meaningfully.

Shangela replied without hesitation: "First, I will send my most trusted disciple, Lei Yin, to infiltrate the Jade Society.

Then, as a traitor, he secretly told Soth the secrets of the Emerald Society in order to win his trust.

As for the rest, it is to join forces to uproot and devour the Emerald Society.

When my disciple becomes the supreme leader of the Jade Society, he will be able to trade with them openly and obtain what he is interested in little by little.

So, my plan is good, isn't it?"

Jimana smiled and nodded, “It’s indeed perfect.

Rain's spellcasting level should be close to breaking through the legendary level, right? It seems that it won't be long before the organization will have a new symbol master, and you will also get a trustworthy ally.

But before that, you still need to deal with the Zhentarim and the Harper allies.

According to the intelligence obtained by my spies, Manshoon's most trusted apprentice and the mastermind behind the Dark Intelligence Network, Ximamon, has recently set out from the Dark Castle in the Sunset Mountains. His destination should be Candlekeep if nothing unexpected happens.

Similarly, there is another big news. The great sage of Shadow Valley and the first chosen one of the Goddess of Magic, Elminster, has also left his home and his destination is also Candlekeep.

Guess what these two people went to Candlekeep for?"

After hearing these words, Shangela fell into a terrible silence.

He was not a fool and understood that the only person who could alarm these two people at the same time was Zuo Si who was heading towards Candle Castle.

As for the wars and conflicts that broke out on the border between Amn and Baldur's Gate.

To put it bluntly, it is not worthy of attracting the attention of so many forces and legendary wizards.

After a long silence, Shangela suddenly showed a meaningful smile and murmured to himself: "Interesting. In this case, let's play a game. Let's see who can first dig out the secret hidden by Zuo Si."

Soon, the two masters of the symbols used teleportation magic and disappeared without a trace.

About a few hours later, a woman named Rain joined the Emerald Society.

And with his high spellcasting level and ruthless slaughter of masked mages, he quickly won the trust of the organization's top leaders.

Without asking, you can tell that she is the disciple Shangela mentioned.

…

After passing through the dangerous Misty Mountains, the Amn delegation only encountered a surprise attack by a tribe of gnolls. After killing them all, they successfully arrived at Nashikai, a small town that made its fortune from iron mines.

Since the armies of Amn and Baldur's Gate had fought here not long ago, all the residents in the town looked very nervous.

The cemetery was filled with the bodies of a large number of soldiers who died in battle, so much so that the priests had to hold up the holy emblem every day to dispel the negative energy that had gathered.

Otherwise, it won't be long before a large number of zombies, ghouls and skeletons are born.

Sir Crispian ignored the soldiers who died fighting for Amn, and was too lazy to even get out of the car to salute symbolically. He went straight to the highest military commander stationed here - General Laurel.

Without saying a word, he told the other person directly about his experience in the Misty Mountain Area.

After hearing this, General Laurel opened his mouth in shock: "White dragon? Centipede demon insect? Winter wolf? Ice troll? Who did this? Are they crazy? How dare they attack an envoy group in defiance of the world!"

"General, I hope you can use all means to convey this news to the six-member council of Askatla as quickly as possible." Sir Crispian made a direct request.

"No problem! I will immediately arrange for the masked wizard accompanying the army to pass the message back immediately." Laurel agreed without hesitation.

He just winked at his adjutant, who immediately understood and left the room, going downstairs to find the military wizard stationed there.

After a while, the adjutant came back with a note.

General Laurel took it and glanced at it, then quickly handed it to Sir Crispian, frowning and muttering, "Strange! The Council of Six knows nothing about this matter, not even a clue.

It seems that Baldur's Gate is not a big suspect.

Given the character of Duke Iltan, the supreme commander of the Flame Fist Mercenaries, he would not do such a thing.

The same cannot be said for those on the Iron Throne who suffered the most in this clash of iron."

"Damn it! This matter seems to be getting more and more complicated."

Sir Crispian threw away the note in his hand and couldn't help cursing under his breath.

Because the Council of Six had issued a death order, he had to go to Candlekeep to complete the negotiations and bring with him an armistice treaty that was beneficial to Amn.

Seeing these two high-ranking officials in Askatra both looking worried, Zuo Si couldn't help but laugh. While laughing, he comforted them, "Don't be so pessimistic. In fact, this is a good thing for the negotiations."

Zuo Si replied meaningfully: "In the absence of any clues, it doesn't matter who the mastermind is.

What matters is how to use this attack to gain an advantage in negotiations.

For example, they insisted to the outside world that the attack on the diplomatic mission was a conspiracy by the top brass of Baldur's Gate.

For their own interests, they did not hesitate to collude with evil forces and launched this shameless sneak attack on the diplomatic corps in order to keep the war going.

Those Flame Fist mercenaries who died tragically in the war were actually victims of the greedy desires of despicable nobles and businessmen.

At the same time, they spread the rumor that the war was first provoked by Baldur's Gate, and that they wanted to annex the Nashikai mines by force.

如此一来，安姆就可以站在道德制高点，把博德之门渲染成一个跟路斯坎一样为达目的不择手段的邪恶城邦。

甚至是向北地领主联盟提出要求，把博德之门从这个组织中踢出去。

通过宣传和外交孤立的方式，不仅可以严重打击博德之门的贸易，同时还能够私下里接触那些商人联盟，许诺给他们一些好处，以换取这些人改变立场。

除此之外，诸如联合其他地区的商会抬高一些生活必需品的价格，挑拨普通市民与贵族、商人之间的矛盾等手段也一并用上。

总之，能够沉重打击一座城市的方法有很多。

但战争无疑是最愚蠢，而且最容易引发民众反感的行为。”

“财富女神渥金在上！索斯爵士，您简直就是个天才。”

克里斯皮安爵士如获至宝，腾地一下就从椅子上跳了起来，激动地向左思深深鞠了一躬。

他第一次意识到，原来自己手上有那么多的牌可以打。

要知道博德之门和深水城，都是安姆在贸易方面最主要的两个竞争对手。

六人评议会做梦都想把这两个潜力无穷的对手打压下去，让自己尽可能占据更多的份额。

如果能在不使用武力的情况下击垮其中一个，估计他们做梦都能笑醒。

作为一个拥有非常高政治敏感度的贵族，克里斯皮安爵士从中嗅到了巨大的机会。

他有预感，如果真能利用这次机会沉重打击博德之门，那么回去之后必然能够在议会中获得巨大的支持，甚至在有生之年爬上六人评议会的位置。

没有任何犹豫！

在简单的讨论了一些操作细节后，劳雷尔将军立刻调动军队摆出一副要为使节团讨个公道的架势。

几乎同一时间，他还不忘对外放出消息，咬死了就是博德之门的卑鄙无耻之徒袭击了安姆派出的使者。

另外一边，渗透到博德之门的影贼也随之行动起来，开始在博德之门街头巷尾散布各种小道消息和传闻。

一时之间，这个位于剑湾至关重要的商业枢纽和港口城市，就在外界一片哗然声中被结结实实扣上了“黑锅”。

尽管博德之门的公爵和商人们站出来拼命进行反驳，可正所谓造谣一张嘴，辟谣跑断腿。

再加上克里斯皮安爵士雇佣吟游诗人，四处传唱那位炙热之心骑士团的圣武士，是如何在面对邪恶白龙时英勇作战，最后悲惨死去的故事，迅速赢得了无数人的眼泪和同情。

所以舆论风向几乎不可避免的开始大幅度朝安姆一方倾斜。

博德之门的声誉则因此而遭受巨大打击。

尤其是来自领主联盟的质问，让掌控海上贸易的银盾公爵和掌控焰拳佣兵的伊尔坦公爵感到焦头烂额。

他们做梦都没想到，一场原本平平无奇的和平谈判，中间居然会闹出这么大的乱子。

安姆使节团遭遇袭击彻底让博德之门陷入了被动。

来自各方面的压力让原本那份尽可能争取有利条件的预案彻底作废。

现在这形势，别说是占什么便宜，估计不被对方占太多便宜就是一件好事了。

毕竟战争拖的越久，对博德之门就越不利。

如果名声真的臭成跟路斯坎一个水准，那么很多商人将会选择绕开博德之门，不再跟这里的商会做生意。

届时赚不到钱的商人将会大量逃离，整个城市必然陷入到一片萧条之中。

“该死！看来我们必须得做出一些让步了。”银盾公爵咬牙切齿的说道。

伊尔坦公爵立马苦笑着点了点头：“事到如今，想不让步也难了。看来这次安姆那边有高人指点呢。不然的话，以他们平日里的作风可想不出这么厉害的手段。对了，关于袭击调查的怎么样？”

“完全没有任何线索。这伙袭击者简直神出鬼没，除了一些脚印之外，什么都没留下。另外，我还得到一个确切的消息，那就是使节团之所以能逃过一劫，是因为最近名声大噪的那位剧毒与瘟疫女神塔洛娜的选民也在其中。”

在说这番话的时候，银盾公爵语气陡然变得严肃起来。

因为但凡不是傻子都知道，安姆六人评议会把这个威慑力十足的大杀器塞进使节团是什么意思。

伊尔坦公爵听到后，立刻抡起拳头狠狠砸了一下桌子，大声咆哮：“混蛋！他们想要干什么？用散播瘟疫来威胁我们吗？”

银盾公爵无奈的摊了摊手：“这是显而易见的事情。如果塔洛娜教会宣扬的那些内容有十分之一是真的，那么我们就必须要严肃对待。毕竟瘟疫可不是战争，当打不下去的时候还可以通过谈判来结束。一旦瘟疫在博德之门爆发，对整个城市的打击将是毁灭性的。”

“照你这么说，我们只能接受安姆人开出的条件了？”伊尔坦公爵明显有些不甘心。

身为军队的最高指挥官，他最讨厌的就是不得不向敌人屈服。

“这也是没办法的事情。

让出一些贸易份额虽然会造成损失，可在这么拖下去我们的处境只会越来越艰难。

知道吗？ 深水城的一些商会已经开始趁火打劫，故意抬高商品的价格。

而这些商品，都是像粮食、盐、奶酪、铁制品、啤酒、草药等生活必需品。

城内市民已经开始抱怨物价上涨的问题了。”

银盾公爵没有任何隐瞒，直截了当把严峻的形势说了出来。

要知道在博德之门周边名为“西哈特兰德”的广袤土地上，尽管分散着数不清的定居点和村落，但他们大多都自给自足，而且非常的零散琐碎，基本没有多少余粮来供给城市。

除此之外，由于城市建立之初，外来商人团体和本地农民团体曾经爆发过激烈的矛盾。

因此周边地区的农民对博德之门没有一丁点好感，反而充满了敌意跟仇恨。

一旦有机会，百分之百会选择哄抬粮价，给那些摇身一变成为统治阶级的商人们一点颜色看看。

这也就意味着，博德之门实际上必须依靠外来的粮食才能确保不会发生饥荒。

如果是平时，其他地区的商人们自然会非常乐意把丰收后多余的粮食卖过来赚取差价。

可现在，所有商会都看清楚了博德之门陷入的巨大危机，无一例外想要借这个机会狠狠的捞上一笔，把这座城市这些年以来积累下来的财富统统吸干。

……

伴随着左思提供的“小妙招”开始不断发酵，博德之门终于有点撑不住了。

一个多月之后，双方终于在屹立于海边悬崖峭壁上的烛堡中开始准备谈判。

博德之门方面派出的代表是主管贸易方面的银盾公爵，安姆方面则是拿到了六人评议会授权的克里斯皮安爵士。

刚一见面，这两位老对手就互相注视着彼此的眼睛。

足足过了一分钟，克里斯皮安爵士才率先开口发难：“公爵阁下，关于安姆使节团遭遇袭击的事情，你们有什么要说的吗？”

“对于那些死难者我深表遗憾。但我可以发誓，这件事情绝对跟我们博德之门没有任何关系。”银盾公爵强忍着内心之中的愤怒做出回应。

他非常清楚，对方完全是在利用这件事情来威胁自己做出让步。

可问题是，只要一天找不到真正的袭击者，博德之门的嫌疑就一天没有办法洗干净。

谁让这次边境战争是他们先动的手呢。

毕竟安姆方面只是单纯抬高了钢铁的价格。

在外人眼中，如果嫌贵可以不买，发动战争算怎么回事。

“抱歉，你刚才说的每一个字我们不相信。

但是为了宝贵的和平，为何那些无辜的士兵不再为了少数人的野心而丧命，安姆六人评议才勉强同意今天的谈判。

请记住，公爵阁下。

安姆人并不软弱，只是我们比你们更加珍惜和平、珍惜那些可怜士兵的生命。”

克里斯皮安爵士影帝附体，一股脑把从左思那里学到的场面话说了出来，瞬间将自己摆在受害者的位置上，同时抢占道德制高点。

光听发言，不知道的还以为这是一位正义善良的且广受尊敬的“好人”。

可实际上，如果有牧师或者圣武士释放侦测邪恶，那么他身上百分之百会暴露出象征邪恶阵营的深红色灵光。

没错！

克里斯皮安爵士是个标准的守序邪恶贵族。

根据传闻，其家族一直在秘密从事非法走私，从中获取了难以想象的庞大财富。

毫无疑问！

刚才那番明里暗里都在指责博德之门高层的话，瞬间让银盾公爵血压上升，好几次忍不住想要发作，但最终都强行忍耐了下来。

因为他注意到，在安姆的代表团中，有一个黑发黑眼，长相充满东风情调的十岁左右男孩。

Baldur's Gate had already received intelligence, so they knew that this was the legendary Plaguebringer who destroyed a world with plague, the favorite of Talona, ​​the goddess of poison and disease.

Therefore, the Duke of Silver Shield did not want to give the other party any excuse to retaliate.

After a brief confrontation, Amn immediately gained the upper hand in momentum.

Before long, the two sides were arguing bitterly over trade, tariffs, steel prices and more.

Watching these "upper class people" tear off their disguises and haggle over pennies like street vendors, Zuo Si's mouth curled up slightly in a sarcastic smile.

Because all this has nothing to do with him.

Moreover, not long ago, the Council of Six sent someone to make a promise that after the negotiations were over and they returned to Amn, they would pay Zuo Si 70,000 gold coins as a reward for his protection of the delegation at a critical moment.

In addition, the other party also allowed him to open a shop next to his own wizard tower, specializing in various magic items, potions, scrolls and books.

You have to know that this is unique in Athkatra, where all unofficial arcane magic is banned.

Before this, only the Guild of Masked Mages had such a privilege.

Places like the Adventurer's Market in the Waukeen Arcade area can only sell some magic weapons and armor at best.

Magical devices such as potions, scrolls, wands, and various triggers are prohibited.

Zuo Si felt that this privilege should be a reward from the Council of Six for his advice to Sir Crispian, which dealt a heavy blow to Baldur's Gate, its competitor.

Just when he was sitting in a chair bored and acting as a "mascot", he suddenly found that there was a young man from the Baldur's Gate delegation who had a similar reaction to him. He was yawning all the time and had no interest in the negotiation process and results at all.

Out of curiosity, Zuo Si nodded to the other party, and the young man also responded with a smile, completely unlike the others who were full of vigilance and hostility.

When the morning negotiations were over, the latter immediately avoided the Baldur's Gate delegation members and followed secretly.

Finally, the two met behind the bookshelf on the second floor of Candlekeep.

Without saying anything, the sturdy and strong-looking young man put one hand on his chest and bowed slightly, then smiled and greeted, "Nice to meet you, Your Excellency Soth."

"You recognize me?" Zuo Si raised his eyebrows in surprise.

The young man nodded without hesitation: "Of course! Your name, Son of Plague, has long been known to everyone due to the propaganda of the Church of Talona. It's just that most ordinary people don't know what you look like, so they may not recognize you even if they see you."

"Then how did you recognize me?" Zuo Si asked with interest.

"My father is Rita, the leader of the Iron Throne Chamber of Commerce, so I am always well-informed. Oh, I almost forgot to introduce myself. My name is Sarevok, and I am currently studying in Candlekeep. In fact, I am not a negotiating representative, but my father ordered me to come and listen, and then report the results of the negotiations in a timely manner."

The young man had no intention of concealing his identity and stated it openly.

Sarevok?

Son of Bhaal?

The mastermind and culprit behind the future war between Baldur's Gate and Amn? All the information about this big boss instantly popped up in Zuo Si's mind.

Looking at the sunny and confident Sharevok at this moment, it is probably hard to imagine that he will become a completely different person in just a few years.

"It's nice to meet you, Sarevok."

There was a barely perceptible hint of amusement in Zuo Si's eyes.

"No, I should be the one who feels honored." Sarevok hastily bowed modestly.

After all, he didn't know yet that the divinity of Baal, the god of murder, was flowing in his body, and he didn't know what this power meant.

When he thought that the small Candlekeep was home to three sons of Bhaal, Aberdare, Imon and Sarevok, Zuo Si couldn't help but sigh inwardly that fate was a wonderful thing.

But maybe it was because Gorion was too protective, he had not seen Aberdare so far. Instead, he saw the lively, active and naughty little Imoen in the only inn in Candlekeep.

What’s even more terrifying is that there are tens of thousands of Sons of Bhaal like this one throughout the continent of Faerun.

Some of them have already realized the power in their bodies, while others are still ignorant and living as ordinary people.

No one realized how dangerous and terrifying it was to be the son of God.

In the history of Faerun, there are countless gods who have used their own sons of God as carriers to complete resurrection from the dead.

Because God is the ultimate product of spirit and faith.

If a god's influence is strong enough to allow believers to worship him even after his death, he will be able to return from the astral plane after accumulating enough power.

This means that whoever eventually sits on the Blood Throne will have to fight against the influence of Baal, the god of murder, left on the mortal world.

If the secret sects and believers who still worship Baal are not eliminated in time and their belief in the mortal world is not completely eradicated, Baal, the God of Murder, will inevitably be reborn from the body of his own offspring.

This is also the reason why Baal deliberately left behind so many offspring when he foresaw his death.

In his plan, these Sons of Baal were originally the nourishment for his own resurrection.

If it weren't for some minor accidents, the God of Murder would have been betrayed by his most trusted voters and would have been resurrected and returned long ago.

It turns out that the relationship between voters and gods is not a strict hierarchical relationship as others imagine, but is closer to cooperation.

Not all elect are obedient to the God who gave them power.

Because of this, Zuo Si's almost indifferent attitude towards the Church of Talona, ​​the goddess of poison and disease, did not seem too strange.

After all, one of the voters of Musk, the god of thieves, once laughed at and ridiculed some of the actions of this god to his face.

But Musk, as a god, not only did not punish the voter who offended him, but instead gladly accepted the criticism and said he would correct it in the future.

(End of this chapter)