Do you know what the members of the adventuring team you killed mean to Tethyr?
Or do you know what they have done in the past and what extraordinary significance they have for this country? "
After a long silence, Elminster asked in an extremely heavy tone.
Zuo Si shrugged nonchalantly: "What does this have to do with me? It is enough for me to know that they are my enemies.
I believe you should know best what I would do when dealing with my enemies.
Especially those who may cause severe social unrest, division and hatred must be eliminated in the bud rather than allowed to continue learning and growing.
If you think their deaths are a pity, you can go back and find a way to resurrect them one by one.
I believe that making a few wishes is not a difficult task for you, right?
But remember, don't let these people appear in my territory.
Otherwise, next time it won’t just be as simple as destroying the body.”
"So the reason you showed up in person and took action is because they pose too great a threat?" Elminster continued to probe.
He now urgently wants to understand Zuo Si's way of thinking and patterns of action to ensure that similar tragedies will not happen again.
As for using the wishing technique to revive the dead...
Sorry, but the great sage of Shadow Valley would not do that.
And I feel that it is destroying the cycle of life and death and the balance of nature.
Otherwise, the eldest sister of the Seven Sisters of the North, Xiren, would not still remain in ghost state.
In fact, although there are many ways to bring people back to life in the continent of Faerun, when they are actually used, there are often many complicated things involved.
For example, some resurrection spells require the consent of the deceased.
Once the dead go to the kingdom of gods and transform into petitioners, unless they have strong obsession or hatred, they will most likely refuse to be resurrected.
After all, what most mortals pursue is to go to the kingdom of gods after death and live that kind of dream life in the form of immortality.
Now that you have everything you've always dreamed of, why do you have to go back to the mortal world to suffer? In addition, gods like the god of death, natural gods, and gods that tend to be lawful do not approve of resurrecting the dead in their doctrines, and they will strictly restrict their priests and druids from performing such magic.
Only high-level wizards who don't care about the teachings of gods at all, or gods like the goddess of wealth Waukin who will do things for money, can provide resurrection services on a large scale.
However, the attitude of the Goddess of Magic towards resurrecting the dead is clearly neutral, neither encouraging nor prohibiting it.
So Elminster may simply think that resurrecting the dead is a wrong behavior in terms of thoughts and values.
Coupled with his stubborn character and perhaps some kind of moral cleanliness, the result was that he almost never resurrected anyone with his own hands.
Even if the target is a very good friend and an important member of the Harper Alliance.
Zuo Si looked at the other person with interest, and after a full minute he smiled and replied, “No, it has nothing to do with the level of threat.
I am actually protecting the civilians of Tethyr, preventing them from being forced into war and shedding blood for the ambition, greed, and profit of those nobles.
Did you know?
Since the iconic event of the burning of Fort Texel in DR1347, the land beneath our feet has been in a continuous civil war for more than a decade.
Before the war broke out, there were more than seven or eight million civilians living within the territory of Tethyr, a population that was even comparable to that of Karisha in the south, including slaves.
But what about now?
There are only about four million people left.
Guess where half of the population that disappeared went? They died in wars, diseases, hunger, attacks by monsters and wild beasts, or were even captured and sold as slaves to the South.
And the culprit behind all this is the nobles!
But now, a group of guys of noble birth actually think that they represent justice, and want to incite more innocent people to join this war and create hatred, in an attempt to stop the pace of unification and the arrival of peace by themselves.
Even in the name of resisting foreign invasion! Don't such guys deserve to die? I admit that the founder of the Shan Dynasty, Akaba Shan, did use many despicable means when he obtained the throne of Tethyr, and also killed many people.
But his greatest achievement was merging Kalinshan and Tesser into one, providing ordinary people with a stable and peaceful social environment for a long period of time, and allowing the southern region to achieve rapid development in economy, culture, and art.
Even after hundreds of years of turmoil, it is still one of the most prosperous regions with the highest living standards in the continent of Faerun.
In addition, old Akaba Shane also actively expanded to the north, expanding the empire's sphere of influence to the area of present-day Amn.
From a legal perspective, these three countries were all split from the Shane Empire. They have very high similarities in terms of history and culture, and even the civilians are related by blood.
To be honest, I don't quite understand why you want to prevent them from merging.
But I can tell you clearly that anyone who dares to create division and conflict between Amn, Calinsand, and Tethyr will be struck down mercilessly by me.
Especially when civilians are involved, I will never allow it.
In addition, because of your interference, all the nobles in Tethyr will be uprooted without a single one left.
I will kill all the families that dare to resist, confiscate their land and property, and take the rest as captives and sell them to the slave traders in Cyre.
Then tell everyone that all this was the result of the intervention of the great Elminster and the Harper Alliance.
It was you who manipulated the adventure team of the Eight Great Men of Tethyr to let the nobles divide the country. It was also you who hoped to prolong the war and make more people living at the bottom of society suffer.
From now on, there will no longer be any soil for the Harpers to survive in the entire southern part of the west coast of Faerun.
Because people will dislike and even hate you from the bottom of their hearts and regard you as the biggest enemy of peace and a better life.
When the people of a rich and prosperous country encounter a crisis, the first person they think of for help should be the government.
Instead of always fantasizing that when something happens there will be one or several heroes who will save them at the cost of self-sacrifice.
This widely held belief is itself a huge mistake.
Most of the so-called heroes in the bards' stories were just those who solved some trivial troubles.
In the face of real disasters, such as the fall of the floating cities in the Netheril era, and the destruction of Myth Drannor that you personally experienced, they are actually no more capable of turning the tide than ordinary people.
Even if these heroes have the support of a certain god behind them. "
As these words came out of his mouth, Elminster's face changed instantly, becoming angry and ugly, obviously feeling hurt.
Also having his psychological defenses broken was Hared III.
The latter of them fell to his knees with a thud, grabbing his hair like a madman, muttering some incomprehensible gibberish.
Neither of them had doubtless considered the casualties and suffering that might befall the civilian population in a war if Tethyr were to be divided.
One of the defense plans that Hared III had previously formulated for Zazespur was to forcibly conscript young and strong men from the vicinity and then arm them to defend the city.
After all, in the traditional cognition of the continent of Faerun, when there is a foreign invasion, all residents near the city are obliged to participate in the war.
But now, after Zuo Si unraveled the essence of the whole matter, he suddenly realized that what he, Marilyn and several other members of the team called "recovering the motherland" was actually just the recovery of the noble class that ruled Tesser.
As for the civilians who suffered the most casualties and suffering, they would also express sympathy and even provide some help when they can.
However, when making political considerations, people often subconsciously ignore it.
If the intention to unite the nobles to form an army to resist succeeded, it would be an absolute disaster for the common people.
Anyone with a bit of common sense knows how big the gap is between ordinary civilians and a professional army with a large number of warrior-level veterans.
后者在战斗中可以轻而易举的杀死前者，哪怕双方装备着同样精良的武器和铠甲。
最重要的是，自打夏恩七世复辟以来，还从没有过对平民下手的记录。
通常情况下，他在战争结束后都会让正义之神和苦难之神的教会出面去负责安抚平民、维持刚刚攻占区域的秩序。
这也是为什么，卡林衫统一战争打完之后，该地区的人口不减反增，而且还是大规模的成倍增长，从原来的五六百万增长到了一千多万出头。
一方面是海量把奴隶转化为自由民的成果，另外一方面就是军队纪律维持的比较好。
大部分士兵都盯着那些贵族、富商、奴隶主之类的有钱人，平民几乎没有受到太多波及。
往往城镇被攻陷之后几天就可以恢复正常生活。
“所以你这次亲自出手的理由是为了降低战争带来的风险，以及贵族大规模掀起反抗导致的平民伤亡？”伊尔明斯特脸色阴沉的反问道。
左思轻轻点了下头：“没错！ 你们这些混乱阵营的家伙可以为了自己的理想和信念不在乎平民的伤亡。
但身为守序阵营得我可是非常在意。
毕竟人口是一个国家乃至文明发展最重要的资源。
他们并非不可牺牲，但绝不应该消耗在毫无意义的内战上。
我建议你最好不要浪费时间和精力在南方搞事情了。
我们真正要进行较量的地方其实是贵族领主和自由城镇遍地的北地。
只有在那边，竖琴手同盟才能找到足够多愿意相信和支持你们的人作为盟友。”
听到这番话，伊尔明斯特突然笑了，一边笑还一边微微感叹道：“你说得对。我的确犯了个错误，那就是不应该妄图在你最擅长的领域击败你。
作为饶恕哈瑞德三世的交换，从今以后我和竖琴手的成员绝不会在蜿蜓河以南进行任何活动。
而且你的确如魔邓肯描述的那样，跟我以前对付的任何一个敌人都不同。
你追求的东西从来都不是破坏和毁灭，而是发展与创造，以及改变人们现有的认知、世界观和价值观。
在我看来，这可比散塔林会、拜龙教、红袍法师等传统的邪恶组织可怕多了。
你会把这个世界带向一个连诸神都无法预料和掌控的未来。”
左思不屑一顾的翻了个白眼：“哈！别说得好像在我来到这个世界之前，你就能预料和掌控一切似的。
要是你真能做到这一点，二代魔法女神也不会死的那么惨，希伦也不会为了保护阴影谷而被强大的红龙杀死。
你只是单纯习惯了现在的环境，不愿意走出那个令自己感到熟悉的舒适圈。
这种情况并非你独有，而是在很多人身上有有所体现。
只不过普通人没有足够的力量来改变环境，只能努力去适应环境的变化。
看看竖琴手同盟从成立以来的所作所为，几乎大部分行动的最终目标都是为了维持现状和可笑的平衡。
也就是说，你在人为的维系这个舒适圈不会发生太剧烈的改变。
虽然可能你自己都没有意识到这一点，但这就是最终体现出来的结果。”
“你在指责我自私？”
伊尔明斯特下意识皱起了眉头。
“不，我只是在提醒你多注意一下心理和潜意识思维的变化，从而了解自己真正在渴望什么、又想要得到什么。
毕竟我们之间的争斗可不仅仅局限于政治，还有精神、理念和认知层面。
假如有一天你不小心被我玩到精神崩溃疯了，那可就太无趣了。
要知道在这个世界上，找一个与自己完全相反的对手可不是一件容易的事情。
我由衷的希望你能好好活着，然后永远的跟我作对，让我能够不断完善自己的思想，不断自我超越变得更加强大、完美、无懈可击。”
在说这番话的时候，左思的眼睛里闪烁着仿佛能看穿一切的光芒，象征心灵力量的强大蓝色法术力更是在体内疯狂涌动。
伊尔明斯特似乎也察觉到了什么，郑重其事的略微欠了欠身回应道：“能够与你这样的旅法师为敌是我的荣幸。
请不必担心。
我已经活了太久，也经历过无数的生离死别，甚至是见证自己所侍奉神祇的死亡。
在这个世界上已经没有任何东西能够击倒我。
而且我也想要看看，在你的统治下一个国家可以繁荣强盛到何种程度。”
“既然如此，那就让我们拭目以待吧。”
说罢，左思踹了一下趴在地上半天没动弹的哈瑞德三世：“别装死，你现在可以走了。”
“走？去哪？”
哈瑞德三世抬起头露出了茫然的表情。
不用问也知道，刚才两人之间的对话给他造成了难以想象的心理打击，以至于表现得像丢了魂一样。
“抱歉，是我害了你们。来吧，跟我回阴影谷，那里永远都有一个属于你的房间。”
伊尔明斯特主动伸出了右手，想要把这个跟随自己多年的抄写员先带回家里再说。
可他的这个举动瞬间触动了哈瑞德三世某根最敏感的神经，使其整个人猛地跳起来，径直扑过去用激动的语气说道：“伊尔明斯特！帮帮我！求你帮我复活玛丽莲和其他队友好吗？我无法接受在经历了这一切之后，只有我一个人苟且的活下来。”
瞬间！
伊尔明斯特沉默了，紧跟着无奈的回应道：“对不起，你应该知道我不能那样做。”
“不能？为什么！他们可都是因为你而死！难道你那些可笑的坚持比他们的生命还重要吗？”
哈瑞德三世突然像疯了一样的咆哮，眼泪顺着眼眶不断的往外涌。
随着信念的彻底崩溃，这家伙现在满脑子都是对于同伴死亡的自责跟愧疚，并且疯狂想要挽回自己犯下的错误。
“别白费力气了。如果这个老头会为了别人而改变自己，那他就不是伊尔明斯特了。”左思故作好心的劝解道。
身为一名心理大师，他显然早就看穿了哈瑞德三世的精神状态，以及随后可能会做出的反应。
或许在平时，伊尔明斯特能够凭借其冷静的头脑与和风细雨的安抚让对方逐渐平静下来。
可现在让左思这么一煽风点火，安抚肯定是没有任何效果了。
不仅如此！
哈瑞德三世的情绪还在变得越来越激动、越来越极端。
“孩子，冷静下来听我说。
对于玛丽莲等人的死，我也很难过。
但他们的灵魂现在已经进入了朦胧之域。
估计用不了多久便会前往各自信奉神明的国度转生成为祈并者。
这对于凡人来说才是最终的归宿。
不管是出于何种角度，我们都不应该打搅他们的安眠。”
伊尔明斯特试图劝说哈瑞德三世放弃那不切实际的执念。
但后者却一点也不领情，反而一把将其推开，咬牙切齿的低吼道：“冷静？你让我怎么冷静！
他们都是我最好的朋友！
并且一起携手并肩度过了十几年的时间！
更可笑的是，我们轻信了你的话，主动去招惹一个不该招惹的敌人。
现在你竟然为了所谓的原则连复活他们都不愿意。
我算看透了，你和你所领导的竖琴手就是一群只会自我感动、自命清高的伪君子！ 你们根本不配代表善良！
我唾弃你们！ 诅咒你们！
憎恨你们！
愿你们每个人都会堕入深渊变成恶魔！”
“够了！！！你可以辱骂我，但不应该辱骂那些为了理想而奋斗的竖琴手。他们跟这件事情无关！”
伊尔明斯特明显被激怒了，恶狠狠的吼了一嗓子。
但很快他就后悔了。
因为这个举动顿时将两人之间的裂痕进一步扩大到无法弥补的程度。
“哈哈哈哈！ 看看你现在的样子！
多么傲慢！
多么自负！
我当初怎么就瞎了眼认为你是个有远见、有智慧的人。
呸！ 既然你不愿意复活他们，那我就自己去想办法。
从今以后我们一刀两断再也没有半点关系！
不！ 确切地说我会成为你和竖琴手的敌人！
亲手粉碎你们那可笑的理想！”
哈瑞德三世显然在极端情绪的影响下彻底扭曲，满脸都是怨恨与恶毒的表情。
At this moment, Zuo Si finally stepped forward to make the final move, and with a smile he extended an invitation: "If you want to deal with the Harper Alliance, I can offer you a job. Of course, if you don't want to work for me, that's fine, you can also go to Zhentil Keep or the Zhentarim."
Harry III was visibly stunned.
Because he would never forget that he almost died at the hands of the other party just a few minutes ago.
"Why not?" Zuo Si asked meaningfully. "There is no hatred between us. The previous killing was simply due to different positions. Now that we have a common goal and enemy, there is naturally a basis for cooperation, isn't it?"
"Then can you help me resurrect those dead companions?" Hared III asked cautiously.
Zuo Si nodded without hesitation: "Of course! I'm not Elminster, I don't have any scruples in this regard.
But the prerequisite is that you have to show enough value.
If you perform well enough throughout the year, I will give you a wishing spell for free.
Whether you use it to revive your dead companions, or to gain power or wealth, that is up to you."
"Deal! From now on, you are my master, and I will be your sharpest sword against the Harpers and Elminster."
Having said that, Hared III knelt on one knee and saluted in public.
This action of his immediately made Elminster's eyes reveal sadness and pain. He suddenly raised his head and asked: "This is also within your expectations, right?"
Zuo Si answered very straightforwardly: "Yes, that's right! I said that I have many special techniques to deal with idealists like you who are not afraid of death.
So, do you now understand what it feels like to be hated by the people you saved? But don't worry, this is just the beginning.
If you don't try to change yourself and give up the beliefs you hold so firmly, similar situations will happen again and again in the future.
I will make you continue to choose between your ideals and cruel reality until you can no longer bear it and have to give up some of your principles.
Today you chose your ideal, so in reality you will lose a friend forever.
And this friend will become a very painful enemy to you in the near future.
I am a very fair person.
Since you want to leave an unhealed scar on the land where I rule, I will leave a festering sore in your heart that will hurt whenever you think of it.
Not only will this abscess not disappear over time, but it will grow bigger.
It will haunt you like a nightmare, leaving you with no peace.
Finally, I wish you good health, and that no matter how much pressure or blow you endure, you will be able to stand up again and again to fight against me.
Goodbye, great Elminster, I hope you will have a good dream when you go back to your bed. "
"Your level of evil really gives me the chills!"
The Great Sage of Shadow Valley was trembling slightly all over, and it was unclear whether it was because of anger or fear.
But one thing is certain, that is, he can definitely feel the naked and undisguised malice from the words just now.
If people like Manshoon, Sazastan, Fuzol Chamberlain, and Sammaster wanted to destroy Elminster's body and life, then what Left Thought wanted to destroy was his spirit, will, and faith.
The latter is ten thousand times more vicious than the former.
In particular, the evil of the ego that controls the psychology and understands human nature is very close to the deepest essence of evil.
It is not the lowest form of expression such as violence, killing, destruction, and indulgence of desire, but integrates it into the fields of spiritual and philosophical thinking.
Zuo Si smiled disapprovingly and shrugged his shoulders: "I can't help it, after all I am a supporter of the view that human nature is evil.
In my opinion, a qualified evil person should never make most people feel afraid and terrified, and should not vent violence like a madman without restraint.
Instead, they are polite, elegant, and graceful, exuding a unique and fascinating temperament. No matter where they go, they will inevitably be the focus of attention.
He can make his subordinates willingly sacrifice their lives for him with just a few words, and he can make the opposite sex fall in love with him with just a gesture or a look.
When I express my ideas, everyone will listen attentively and give me warm applause regardless of whether they agree or not.
Even if violence is used to kill, it will make people feel that it is a horrific and bloody art, just like a stage play.
True evil should be a restrained and profound form of self-expression.
From this perspective, most of the evil people on the Farun Continent are still stuck in a superficial struggle for interests."
"So you're going to set an example for them?"
Elminster raised an eyebrow in disbelief.
“Haha, I have no interest in setting an example for anyone, I just simply think that their understanding of evil is too low-level and boring.
Okay, that’s all for today’s communication.
It’s getting late, and I have other things to do.”
As the last word came out of his mouth, Zuo Si made an attitude as if he was seeing the guest off.
Elminster glanced at Hared III, then sighed slightly, activated the teleportation magic, and disappeared without a trace.
He had just walked away for less than a few seconds when Shane VII appeared out of nowhere and asked in a slightly playful tone, "Is it really okay for you to provoke Elminster like this? Aren't you afraid that the new goddess of magic will cause trouble for you?"
Zuo Si sneered and asked back, "Why are you looking for trouble with me? I haven't done anything against the teachings.
This kind of conflict caused by differences in ideology is very common in many churches of God.
What's more, he was the one who came to trouble me first, and I was just passively fighting back.
Another thing you have got wrong is that God needs me, not me.
"As expected of the only known planeswalker in this world, you are so fearless."
There was a gleam of envy in Shane VII's pupils, and at the same time, his inner desire to obtain the spark and become a planeswalker became stronger and stronger.
“Don’t worry, dear friend.
The longer you wait, the more options you have.
I now have three extra sparklers on hand.
Two of them are green, tending towards nature, and the other is red and black, representing death and destruction.
Although this initial color does not mean anything, you can slowly adjust it according to your needs and preferences.
But if the degree of fit is relatively high, mastering it can be twice the result with half the effort.
And after becoming a planeswalker, you will have to go through a period of learning to slowly adapt to the new way of casting spells."
Zuo Si obviously saw through the thoughts of the half-lich beside him at a glance and immediately gave him a reassurance.
Upon hearing that there were three sparks to choose from, Shane VII became extremely excited and couldn't help asking, "Where did you get so many sparks? Aren't planeswalkers supposed to be rare?"
Zuo Si responded directly: "Of course, through plundering and killing! Do you think that planeswalkers are friendly to each other?"
"I see. I think I understand."
Shane VII undoubtedly possessed a very high level of intelligence and instantly realized that these sparks most likely represented the death of the three planeswalkers.
However, he is a half-lich and can be resurrected infinitely next to the life box, so he is not too worried about death.
The only uncertainty is that if one is killed after obtaining the spark, will the spark be taken away or will it be reborn with the body.
If it is the former, then Shane VII should consider killing a planeswalker and seizing his spark for use after he has gained a certain amount of power.
It has to be said that when it comes to preparing for a rainy day, few can compare to this half-lich who faked his death and hid for hundreds of years.
Of course, Zuo Si had no idea what King Sean VII was thinking.
After chatting for a few minutes, he left with Harry III.
…
At the same time, in the blacksmith shop in the northern town of Belgost, Aberdare and his crew were experiencing their first bankruptcy in their lives.
Because while they were choosing weapons, the white bear cub, Artio, had bitten two sets of expensive full body armor on the shelf, leaving them unrecognizable.
There was basically nothing left of the upper body, and only the iron boots and greaves below the knees were intact in the lower body.
"How much does a full set of armor cost?"
Aberdare asked in a slightly painful voice.
"Hehe! It's not expensive, only two thousand gold coins."
Tyrone Furlong, the owner of the blacksmith shop, grinned, revealing a row of white teeth, with the word "happy" written all over his face.
You have to know that not many people can afford full body armor, and almost every one of them is a rare big customer.
But now, this white bear actually managed to sell two sets in one day by his own efforts. It was simply the blessing of the goddess of luck and the goddess of wealth.
As for why a bear would gnaw on steel, Tyrone Furlong didn't care at all. Instead, he deliberately kicked the expensive weapons and armor next to him forward, hoping that the bear would gnaw on two more pieces, so that he could make a profit for the month.
"Two thousand gold coins?!"
When Imoen heard the price, he took a deep breath and looked at Jasira, who was in charge of accounting in the team, with an almost pleading look.
The latter was speechless at this moment, holding his head and responded: "Don't dream! We can't even come up with 4,000 gold coins right now!"
"What should we do then?"
Aberdare was completely stunned.
He hasn't even bought a proper weapon yet, and he's already in debt and bankrupt.
"There's no other way. Take out some of the valuable equipment and loot you bought at the Friendly Arm and sell them off."
There was a hint of helplessness in Jasira's tone.
Because she had tried to communicate with Artio many times on the road, but the problem was that although the other party also ate ordinary food, he was obviously more interested in hard metal.
Especially magical metals like mithril and fine gold are never let go.
Previously, when fighting with bandits, the team had picked up a mithril dagger.
Imon and Montaro quarreled for a long time over the ownership of the spoils.
But who would have known that when they ended their quarrel and turned around, they would suddenly discover that only the hilt of the mithril dagger was left.
The rest was chewed with a crunching sound in the white bear's mouth, as if he was eating crispy bamboo shoots.
You should know that Mithril is almost as hard as the finest tempered steel.
A coat of Mithril Mail provides protection against most piercing and slashing weapons.
From then on, everyone in the team realized that this polar bear, which could change its size at will, was probably more powerful and terrifying than any of them.
A group of bounty hunters including mages and priests who were chasing Aberdare for a bounty didn't even have a chance to get close before Artio rushed in and wiped them out.
Several of the control, charm, and attack spells hit it, and it was almost like tickling it.
So faced with this "little ancestor" who could not be defeated, driven away, or persuaded at all, Jasira had no better solution.
The only benefit that can be seen at the moment is that you are not afraid of encountering a battle at all.
To others, the bandits were something they tried to avoid, but to Aberdare and his crew, they were supply packages delivered to their doorsteps.
Not only can you gain some money, jewelry and leather armor, but you can also feed the metal products carried by the other party to the polar bear, so that it doesn't always stare at everyone's metal armor and weapons.
"Selling equipment? No! I don't want it!"
Imoen immediately showed strong resistance and held the missile staff tightly and refused to let go.
It’s a pity that the arm is not as strong as the thigh.
The missile staff that she had purchased at a huge cost was snatched away by force and stuffed into the hands of the blacksmith shop owner.
The status of magic items in the continent of Faerun is almost the same as that of gold on Earth. They are both very valuable and stable in price, and can serve as general equivalents or collateral in most places.
Tyrone Furlong picked it up and roughly examined it. After confirming that it was a brand new wand that had not been used, he immediately nodded with satisfaction: "Not bad! A fifty-shot missile wand. This thing can be counted as one thousand gold coins for you."
"What? Only one thousand gold coins? I spent one thousand three hundred gold coins when I bought it!"
Imoen waved his little fist in protest.
"Sorry, little girl. Mortgage and sale are two different things. A discount is almost inevitable." Tyrone Furlong explained with a shrug.
Just when Imoen was about to argue, Jasira raised his hand to stop him and said, "Okay, stop being so willful and petty here.
The boss is right, all items will be discounted when sold.
Sometimes, some spoils of war can be sold for only one-fifth or even one-tenth of the original price.
These are all common sense that adventurers must have."
"Swindler!"
Imoen cursed indignantly under his breath, his eyes fixed on the missile wand, obviously reluctant to part with it.
In comparison, Aberdare was not much better and was forced to take off a pair of power gloves.
This thing is obviously much more valuable than the Missile Wand.
Tyrone Furlong immediately smiled and generously said that these two items plus some cash would be enough to pay for the entire property.
After going through the bankruptcy liquidation, the group obviously no longer had the desire to shop.
Aberdare even bought an ordinary two-handed giant sword and quickly turned away, fearing that Artio would bite something again. By then, he might even have to take off his underwear to pay off the debt.
"Hey - where should we go now? Inn or tavern?" Imoen asked dejectedly.
"I think we should find a job first."
Aberdare glanced at the white bear gnawing on his leggings, and the corners of his mouth twitched violently and uncontrollably.
You know, ever since Artio joined the team, he hasn't been in the mood to fantasize about Jasira for several days.
Just when Imoen was about to nod in agreement, a half-elf thief in leather armor suddenly emerged from the corner and asked in a mysterious tone, "Hey! Adventurers! Are you interested in being hired?"
"Hire? That depends on the price you can offer! You know, we are all experienced veterans, and we won't do it if the money is too little."
Aberdare pretended to be sophisticated and prepared to bargain.
He had traveled to many places with his adoptive father, Ge Lian, so he was no stranger to this kind of life of earning money by being employed.
“My master wants to investigate the forces behind those bandits.
I am willing to offer 10,000 gold coins for this!
Here are three thousand gold coins as a deposit.
The remaining 7,000 gold coins will be paid after the results are known."
As he spoke, the half-elf thief pulled out a heavy leather bag from his leather armor and threw it on the ground.
The next second...
Bang! Crash!
A large number of coins shining with golden light were exposed to everyone's sight.
moment!
Aberdare's breathing became rapid. He then picked up the leather bag and said bluntly, "We'll take the job! Tell your master that I'll come back with accurate information in a week at most. Ask him to prepare the remaining 7,000 gold coins."
"No problem! I'll meet you at the Field Hotel."
With that, the half-elf thief turned and disappeared into the darkness.
There is no doubt that this unexpected commission of 10,000 gold coins made the team, which had just experienced a bankruptcy crisis, instantly excited.
Aberdare did not hesitate to use the three thousand gold coins to redeem the two pieces of magic equipment that he had just pawned to the blacksmith shop owner.
Although Jasira warned that this matter might be suspicious or hidden with some conspiracy.
But he didn't listen at all. He found a tavern to have a big meal to celebrate, and began to look forward to the remaining 7,000 gold coins after completing the task.
Only Artio seemed to smell something familiar, and a puzzled expression appeared on the bear's face.
In the guest room on the second floor of the Feld Hotel, Ximanmeng was sitting on a chair, fiddling with the Shuoyou mobile terminal in his hand while listening to the report from his half-elf thief. After about two or three minutes, he said casually: "You did a good job. You will stay in this town to maintain contact with them. Remember, do not reveal your identity, and do not contact Sal and Montaro."
"Understood! Please rest assured that I will guide him closer to Sarevok little by little, so that the two sons of Bhaal will eventually meet and decide each other's fate."
The half-elf rogue raised his head and a sinister and cunning smile appeared on his face.
"Perform well. The Zhentarim are short of manpower right now. If your work is good enough, you may have a chance to enter the inner circle." Ximanmeng stood up and patted his subordinate's shoulder gently to encourage him.
However, the half-elf thief didn't realize that this gentle tap had placed a very tiny and hidden camera on his body.
(End of this chapter)