Chapter 422: The Forsaken Realm of Gods (11) (1st + 2nd update) [VIP]
The exploration team members who had already entered the city of Besse had no idea that there was a sad person outside the city.
The city of Besser looks much more prosperous than Rossburg. Apart from anything else, the wide roads here, which can accommodate four large carriages running side by side, look much more magnificent than the bluestone-paved paths in Rossburg.
People coming and going on the streets are all different kinds of people. Besser is a big city, not a small town like Rossburg with only a small number of indigenous people. Basically, the floating population is made up of adventurers from all over the world.
Just by taking a casual look, you can see many wizards wearing wizard robes walking on the streets of Besse. Besse has the magic tower of the Grand Mage and is one of the cities where wizards gather in large numbers. Almost one out of every five people on the street is a wizard wearing a wizard robe and holding a staff.
In addition to the mages, there are also many wealthy people who are dressed gorgeously and surrounded by a large number of servants.
Besai City is a city with an ancient history that can be traced back to the Thirteen Star Era. In the long history, countless prominent families were born in this city. Many legends in the continent today are based on members of these families. Here, almost every resident who has lived in Besai City for generations can be more or less related by blood to these prominent families in history.
The architectural style here is very different from that of Rossburg. Due to the spring-like climate all year round, the shape of the houses also focuses more on decoration and modeling functions. Almost every household has various shapes of eaves corners, which seem to represent the owner's aesthetic level, family genealogy, and some auspicious and beautiful meanings.
The surrounding streets are lined with all kinds of shops, selling a dazzling array of goods. Many shops have some harmless little magic on their facades, which makes their shops stand out among the dazzling array of goods and stores.
The bard was playing the zither by the roadside, telling stories of distant adventures, occasionally stopping his hands from plucking the strings to take the gold coins handed over by noble ladies as they passed by.
Jugglers dressed in brightly colored costumes performed complicated tricks that could perhaps be described as simple magic in the presence of children.
In addition to these unique features of the city of Besser, the largest number of people here are still adventurers.
Most of the adventurers have purple hair, wear light armor or cloth armor that is convenient for combat, carry weapons on their backs, and travel through the streets and alleys of Besser City.
In addition to these, there are many small animals walking on the streets that are obviously not ordinary monsters, but are not aggressive at all. They are the pets or trophies of the rich and adventurers.
"It's so prosperous, Delmis, are your cities like this too?" Guan Hongyan looked around curiously, "I thought this place was like Rossburg."
It turns out that big cities in the Western fantasy world are like this.
"Is this... the city of Besser?" Hector was also dazzled.
Unlike other exploration team members, although they think this place is prosperous, as members of the Foundation, they have been to countless worlds and have seen cities that are far more spectacular than this. For them, Besser City is just a prosperity that exceeds their understanding of the Western fantasy world.
But for Hector, a young man from a small town, this was his first real experience in a big city.
He had never seen such wide streets, such dazzling shops, and such tall buildings that soared into the sky.
The people coming and going on the street were all adventurers. They had the same purple hair as him, and were busy running around in the streets and alleys of Besser City.
If he had not been chosen by Delmis, had not had his yellow hair changed to purple, and had not been half forced and half pushed to embark on the path of an adventurer, he might never have seen such a scene in his life.
What the Western Fantasy World lacks the least is adventurers, and what the streets of Besser City lack the least is rookie adventurers who are entering this northern city for the first time.
"My adventurer," the merchant on the roadside stopped him and said in a friendly manner, "Is this your first time in Besai City?"
"Yes," Hector replied after a pause, "I am an adventurer from Lenka Village."
"Lenka Village?" The merchant who stopped him was a friendly-looking bearded mage merchant, with a long white beard that almost reached his chest. "What is that place?"
"It's... Rossburg." Hector then realized that the small mountain village where he was born was so small and remote that no one in a big city like Bethel had ever heard of this place.
"Rossburg..." The wizard with a long white beard touched the tip of his beard, thought for a long time and suddenly realized, "Oh, I know that place. A long time ago, I had a junior who came from that place."
"He was a mage with no talent. After more than ten years of studying, he reluctantly came to our Mage Tower," the Whitebeard Mage recalled as he stroked his beard, as if something in the past had been brought back to him. "But his elemental affinity was too weak. Even if he practiced magic from morning to night every day, it was of no use. In the end, he had no choice but to leave the Mage Tower. We don't know where he went."
"But that was a long time ago," the Whitebeard wizard spread his hands calmly, "After he left, we each moved towards our own higher goals. I once thought that I was one of the most talented wizards, and I came to Besser City arrogantly, hoping to become an apprentice under the Grand Mage and continue my magical journey."
However, after arriving here and seeing the wider world, he realized that there are always people better than you and he is not the most talented one. Compared with those true geniuses, his brilliance is not even as good as the fish eyes mixed in with pearls. Instead, he is like a grain of sand with no sense of existence.
His qualifications were not enough to enter the Grand Mage's Tower, and he became an ordinary and lowest-level apprentice.
The young man refused to admit defeat, so he rented a shop here, hoping to make money with some simple alchemy and magic techniques he had learned, buy better magic materials, and practice magic hard, hoping that one day he would enter the Mage Tower to study.
Now, the Whitebearded Wizard, who is already an old man, has accepted his mediocrity and has become one of the shop owners in the city of Besser. With his alchemy magic skills that are considered to be above average among his peers, he is also well-known in the adventurer circle.
Hector was stunned for a few seconds.
As the Whitebeard Mage described, he remembered the Mage Tower that stood tall on the edge of Rossburg.
It is said that the wizard who built it is the only wizard who has returned from the outside world in all these years in Rossburg. All young men and women who aspire to embark on an adventurous path and become a wizard will become apprentices there.
Once upon a time, he and his peers believed that the owner of that tower was everything to the mage.
And now, he met Delmis and came to the city of Bessa, just like a child who had only seen the small hill in front of his home and stood at the foot of the giant mountain for the first time.
"My adventurer, since you and my junior are from the same hometown, you are also my friend," the white-bearded wizard patted his chest, finally revealing his true intentions. "First of all, when you come to Besai City, you must buy some powerful weapons. You adventurers from remote areas have never tried the alchemical magic weapons in our big cities! I recommend one to you, and I will give you 20% off on all of them!"
As he was talking, he took out a heavy sword that looked extremely expensive.
“…No, no, no,” Hector quickly evaded the question, “I have a weapon, which was given to me by my mentor.”
He has the weapon given to him by his mentor, although to be honest, this weapon was also made by that unfortunate little mountain village under the coercion of Dermis.
"Oh, you don't understand!" The white-bearded wizard slapped his thigh, "Besse City has cooperation with the dwarves, and there is a dwarf craftsman in my shop. The weapons here are the best. You can't find the same quality outside of Besse City!"
"Just try it, it's free!" He enthusiastically stuffed the heavy sword in his hand into the hand of the fat sheep.
The heavy sword was heavier than the heaviest rice Hector had ever carried on his back. He lost his grip on the sword and almost dropped it to the ground.
"Oh, you don't use a heavy sword," the white-bearded wizard touched his chin, "Then try this light sword. This light sword is the result of my and the craftsmen's lifelong learning. It is the pinnacle of dwarven craftsmanship! It is the jewel of alchemical magic! It is definitely much better than the broken sword your mentor gave you..."
Before he finished speaking, he suddenly felt a very creepy sense of oppression.
Hector, who was just worrying about how to refuse the enthusiastic sales pitch, turned around and shouted as if he had been pardoned: "Teacher! Master's wife!"
Thank God, his teacher finally came.
Bai Jinshu stood behind Hector and looked at the old man in front of him with a fake smile: "What did you just say?"
"What...what are you talking about, hahaha," the Whitebeard Mage played dumb, "You are the mentor of this adventurer, you are training, you are training in the Undead direction, haha, this direction is quite rare, this is also your first time in Besai City."
Bai Jinshu sneered twice: "Hector."
"Yes." Hector replied quickly.
Before he could ask his teacher what he was going to do, he felt a lightness on his waist, and the rapier was directly lifted up by Delmis.
There was a sound of breaking through the air, and the sword hit the white-bearded wizard's neck squarely.
"You, you, you, you... You can't fight in Besse City!" The white-bearded wizard was instantly covered in cold sweat and dared not move.
"Can't do it?" Bai Jinshu glanced coldly at the light sword in the mage's hand, and said softly, "Open your eyes and see what kind of sword this is."
The white-bearded wizard moved his eyes downwards with trepidation, and finally saw the sword on the waist of the fat young man.
A plain sword that is matte in appearance, extremely low-key, and without any gorgeous decorative gemstones or magic circuits.
When the necromancer in front of him pulled it out just now, he didn't even notice the existence of the sword.
"You just said," Bai Jinshu raised his hand and touched the Whitebeard Mage's chin with the tip of his sword, signaling him to look up, with a mocking arc at the corner of his mouth, "Is this the broken sword his mentor gave him?"
The white-bearded wizard was sweating even more behind his back.
Isn’t this just some sales talk!
He also said that his sword was the product of a craftsman's lifelong learning, the pinnacle of dwarven craftsmanship, and the pearl of alchemical magic...
Isn't this just an exaggeration? It's just an exaggeration!
How did he know that the sword hanging on the adventurer's waist was so powerful? How did he know that the mentor who gave him this sword was so powerful?
If he had known this earlier, he would not have stopped this fat sheep who was obviously entering the city of Besse for the first time!
"What I said is that my sword is a broken sword! Mine is!" Under the strong desire to survive, the Whitebeard Mage no longer said that his sword was a peerless weapon, and quickly changed his words, "My sword is broken, I said it was mine!"
"Oh," the necromancer in front of him curled his lips and chuckled, "You mean I heard it wrong, right?"
"No, no, no," the Whitebeard wizard said with tears in his eyes, "I mean, I am..."
What is he going to say!
Where did this necromancer come from!
This adventurer seems to have no knowledge at all, how could he have such a strong mentor!
"You should really thank my partner." Just as he was lamenting that his life was coming to an end, the necromancer in front of him suddenly changed the subject inexplicably, "Today is 28 days away from the 523rd ceremony anniversary between him and me."
Whitebeard Mage:?
ah?
Why are we talking about partners all of a sudden?
"So I haven't killed anyone for more than 500 years." The necromancer curled up a cold smile, and suddenly interlocked the fingers of another half-human, half-skeleton wizard beside him. The rapier in the other white bone hand was swung into a sword flower, cutting off all the beard on his chin.
The white-bearded...or rather the beardless mage only felt a chill on his chin.
The matte black rapier returned silently to Hector's waist, and all the beard on his chin was cut off at the root in an instant. The illusion on the white-bearded wizard's face dissolved instantly, revealing his true face that was not old.
"You...you...you're only in your thirties!" Hector pointed at his face and shouted, "You just told me you were over a hundred and fifty!"
“Isn’t this…” The beardless mage gave an awkward smile, “Isn’t it that since I’m older, it’s easier to sell my products…”
"You lied to the adventurers!" Hector's eyes widened.
"It's not a lie, is it?" the beardless wizard said awkwardly. "Well, the four dwarf craftsmen in the shop are all in their thirties. Adding my age, I'm a hundred and fifty years old..."
"How can you calculate the added ages this way!" Hector shouted.
Are there so many tricks in big cities?
The melancholy he felt a few minutes ago disappeared without a trace!
“Stop shouting,” Bai Jinshu glanced at Hector coldly, “Instead of asking him why he lied to you, why don’t you think about why you were fooled by such a trick instead of just turning around and walking away?”
Only a fool would be fooled by such a crude appearance disguise.
They walked forward for a long way before they realized that Hector was missing. When they turned around, they saw that the unfortunate child was surrounded by people.
As soon as he got closer, he heard someone secretly belittling him and the sword he had given him.
Dermis' temper flared up all of a sudden.
Hector's voice suddenly weakened: "I, I, I..."
Of course it’s because he hasn’t seen it.
"He said he was a senior of our mage in the Mage Tower, so he and I are from the same hometown..." he said weakly at last.
"This is true!" The beardless wizard said quickly, "I really have a junior from Rossburg!"
"Shut up." The necromancer in front of him glanced at him lightly.
The moment the words came out of his mouth, the beardless wizard was suddenly horrified to find that he could not speak.
He opened his mouth and found that no matter how hard he tried, his throat could no longer make any sound.
The beardless wizard covered his throat in horror.
"Don't be fooled by such a crude trick next time," Bai Jinshu turned his gaze back to Hector, "otherwise I will turn you into a magic guide and pet that will follow adventurers on the road, and you will never be stopped by such a third-rate wizard on the roadside again."
The third-rate wizard himself was trying to make a sound in fear and did not notice the other party's comments about him.
Hector nodded rapidly.
He will definitely follow his mentor closely in the future.
"Let's go," Bai Jinshu stepped forward, "You'd better remember what you said."
Hector quickly followed.
Behind the two of them, several dwarves from the third-rate wizard's shop ran out, trying to use a spell to remove the spell that targeted the sound.
But they didn't realize that the moment the necromancer and his apprentice turned around, all the weapons in the shop turned into ashes.
No matter what material they were made of, no matter what magical patterns were attached to them, all weapons turned into golden dust in the air in an instant.
In the distance, the Necromancer's voice was heard getting farther and farther away: "If you hadn't been stopped by this third-rate wizard, we would have looted the Grand Mage's Tower by now."
"Teacher, I was wrong. You and your wife are a perfect match made in heaven for the rest of your lives." His apprentice admitted his mistake.
The dwarves and third-rate wizards behind him:?
They looked at each other.
The third-rate wizard made a few random gestures.
【Did you hear that? 】
[He said he was going to rob the Grand Mage's Mage Tower! ]
Although most of the stories he made up before were false, he was really a wizard who wanted to enter the wizard tower to become an apprentice but did not enter.
Otherwise, I wouldn’t open a store here.
The four dwarves nodded.
The third-rate wizard gestured in a mess again.
【Why do you care about me? 】
[Go and report to the patrol team! ]
The dwarves suddenly realized what was going on and ran in the direction of the patrol.
In the barrage, the audience was already stunned:
[Damn, do the big guys always plot these things loudly on the street? ]
[No one can stop him anyway? Do you think anyone can stop him? ]
【……No. 】
[Is there a class representative today? What magic did the boss use? Tell us about it. ]
【There is nothing much to say about the rest, except for the swordsmanship and the Hundred-Resolution Spell that are accurate to micromanipulation. The technique of replicating the adventurer's emblem should be an ancient magic pattern learning technique that has been lost here. Normal people can't even remember this kind of magic pattern after seeing it, let alone replicating it. The more powerful ones will burn the eyes of the peepers. There is only a special magic pattern learning technique that can remember part of these magic pattern circuits, but the part that can be remembered is limited. If you want to replicate a complex emblem, you also need a large number of spellcasters to achieve it. Each person remembers a part, and then puts it together after the spell is finished. 】
[I see. It's a god-level operation that we can't do anyway, right? ]
[…Probably.]
[I don't know why, but I've gotten used to seeing the boss using this forbidden and special spell with a normal look on his face.]
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[So God, if Hector can find such a mentor, when will I be able to find a wizard tower that is willing to accept me——]
[I don't know, but I'm passing by and I'll pay my respects to Hector. ]
[I don't know, but I'm passing by and I'll pay my respects to Hector. ]
[I don't know, but I'm passing by and I'll pay my respects to Hector. ]
…
Bai Jinshu led his disappointing apprentice towards the exploration team members.
Guan Hongyan and Zhao Yinglai wanted to listen to the bard singing on the roadside, so everyone was waiting beside a bard.
When Bai Jin and they walked over, the bard happened to sing the climax of this adventure. After going through untold hardships, the brave adventurers finally found the dragon that kidnapped the princess and planned to have a decisive battle with it.
It's just that the name of this adventurer is a bit tongue-twisting. The bard sings it differently every time, and you can hear some tiny differences in details every time the adventurer's name is mentioned, which is enough to prove that every time he mentions this name, he made it up.
"No," Bai Jinshu and Huai Jiamu stood nearby, holding hands with each other and holding the unlucky adventurer Hector with the other hand, "I brought him back."
"What's wrong?" Guan Hongyan turned around in confusion, "Are you talking to us or to Hector?"
"That's not right," the necromancer said in a calm voice. "Dragons are species that like shiny gems. No dragon would abandon the king's treasure and kidnap the princess instead. This story is made up."
"It's true," the bard stopped playing the harp and argued for his story. "If you don't know, don't talk nonsense. This story is very famous. It's a rumor about a famous dragon slayer in the kingdom three hundred years ago."
"It's a lie," Bai Jinshu replied calmly, "There won't be any dragon in the world who would like a human princess who isn't shiny."
"How do you know the princess isn't shiny?" the bard asked curiously. "Hey, this happened over three hundred years ago. Maybe she was a very shiny princess! The kind with jewels all over her body!"
"That dragon will only snatch the princess's skirt," Bai Jinshu said in a cold voice, "What does it need a human for?"
"The princess can't...can't, can't," the bard was stuck for a long time, "What if the princess didn't take off her skirt and was snatched away as well?"
The necromancer in front of him immediately answered: "Then the princess will starve to death. Dragons are magical creatures and do not need to eat human food. There will be no food prepared for the princess in the lair."
"No, you are looking for trouble!" The bard stood up unhappily, "I was just telling a story. You insisted that the dragon would not take away the princess. Then who did the dragon take away?!"
The necromancer remained calm: "Me."
Bard:?
Bard: "Ah?"
He looked at the necromancer with a confused look on his face. He even forgot to be angry. He just felt puzzled: "Why? Why doesn't the dragon snatch the princess but you?"
You don't have any gems on you?
Under the shocked gazes of everyone admiring his love brain, Delmis slowly pointed to the other half of his bones: "It's shiny."
Then he slowly pointed to the other side of his human body: "No need to eat."
To sum up, he is the most suitable person to be snatched away by the dragon.
He looked at his mate, the bone dragon, and nodded confidently: "You are only allowed to snatch me away."
The author has something to say:
Miss: Why do you think my bones are so shiny?
Others: ...even dogs won’t eat love!
The bard who actually attracted Guan Hongyan and Zhao Ying was singing: "Dala Bangba"
The bard couldn't remember so he made up a name: Darabonbabandebedibudobirwong
You can’t blame Sister Yan. If you heard someone singing something weird on the street, you would be curious and go over to listen (x)
First 20+random 20orz, damn, I must try to restore the 9 o'clock update recently
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