The Swordsman of Faerûn

Chapter 30 The Giant Dragon Attacks?

The grain transport convoy entered from the north gate half a circle around the city. The grain in Chang'an Town was ordered by the "Yaoshi" Council of Mirabar. They sold the purchased grain to the residents of the city at a high price, and the residents We then supply them to foreign merchants from afar at a higher price.

It is said that "ghosts frighten people and take energy; Also frightened by the others, the loyal convoy guards entrusted the grain carts to the person in charge of the transaction sent by the parliament, and followed the crowd into the Temple of Tyre in a hurry.In this high-magic world, if you meet a stranger with strong spells, but this person also has a desperate melee combat ability, then this stranger is either the incarnation of a god or a deformed dragon. There is a small chance of appearing in the mortal world, and you can make a very sure judgment at this time - this guy must be a giant dragon walking in the mortal world.

As a powerful temple of faith, the temple of Tire in Mirabar is far less magnificent than the temple of the goddess of commerce located on the other side of the city near the market, which makes the proud god Tire
The person in charge of the temple, Bishop Westak Auri, was extremely unhappy, but there was nothing he could do about it. People in this mineral trading city were obsessed with the wealth brought by the metal trade, and the order of the city was determined by the "Yaoshi" council. Manipulation, apart from seeing a doctor and treating people, the influence of the Tire Church on the city is almost negligible.The extremely unwilling Bishop Vestak could only show his influence by crazily increasing the cost of medical treatment, but this stupid decision worsened the situation of the Tire Church in Mirabar Town.

When Drizzt and his thirteen people came to the gate of the Temple of Tyr, the knights of the temple refused Drow's entry. The angry barbarian Wulfgar almost smashed the heads of these guarding knights. He can launch vicious attacks with his mouth. As for halflings, don't count on him at this time.

The guards and mercenaries who entered the temple found a priest who was in charge of healing. "What? One hundred gold coins for one treatment? Why don't you go and grab the Temple of Woking!"

"Before this winter, the price of treating a minor injury was only ten gold coins! It has increased tenfold in just one winter! Father Jama! This is too outrageous! We are old friends for many years! You can't fool us Ah!" Gosar, who was familiar with the healing priest, said indignantly.Pastor Jama, who looked a little older, smiled wryly with his head down, "Goza! When have I ever bluffed you! Bishop Ori set the price himself, and I can't help it!"

Gosar frowned and asked: "Is the Bishop crazy? Why did you make such an outrageous decision? This is simply destroying the foundation of your temple!" Jama approached Gosar and whispered: "What else can you do for it? A few weeks ago, Bishop Ori tried to enter the 'Yaoshi' council, but was mercilessly rejected by the members! After the bishop came back, he became angry and cursed, and raised the price of treatment ten times." Goza contemptuously He said: "Lord Bishop Ori is too wishful thinking! How can he join the 'Yaoshi' council that earns a lot of money for no reason!" Jama also sighed: "Yes! Bishop Ori is thinking all the time. To expand the influence of the temple, it's a pity that you are too eager for quick success!"

"Maybe this time is a good opportunity!" Gosar whispered to himself, rubbing his beard under his chin.

"What a great opportunity?" Jama, who was a little confused, asked suspiciously.

Gosar pretended nothing had happened and said: "It's nothing! By the way, check my arm first! Something's not quite right these two days! Let me declare first! I don't have any money for you!" Jama looked helplessly at the mercenary The leader grabbed his arm and squeezed it back and forth. He asked suspiciously: "What did you encounter? Why is almost everyone injured?" Gosar said dejectedly: "Don't mention it! It's really unlucky! A giant dragon walking in the world was beaten up by Fatty! Another fierce barbarian. Oops! Take it easy!"

"Giant dragon? You mean a dragon that walks in the world? This joke is not very humorous! I even drank tea with Bane's avatar!" Jama thought the old friend was bragging. "Do you think I'm joking? I can tell you! That giant dragon has already entered the city! Ms. Sunderland led it in herself! If you don't believe me, ask my brothers if what I said is true!" Gosar pointed to his companions and said to Jama.

So everyone talked and described the scene at the South City Gate, "Hahaha! Little Sunderland is really brave enough to moleste a giant dragon! And he can come back alive! This is my life Biggest joke I've ever heard!"

In the Glittering Stone Hall, the planning meeting for the upcoming peak sales season was stalled because of Ms. Sunderland's temporary departure. The obese Marquis of Mirabar, Erastu Larim, was chatting and laughing with the councilors.

"I'm sure! The quality of our minerals in the coming year will surprise everyone! Check it out! More than twenty metallurgists and alchemists! They are the most knowledgeable people in the world about metals! Hmm He knows better than the dwarves!" Hearing these words, the only dwarf councilor in the Glittering Stone Hall, Agranth Hammer, pouted his mouth with a thick beard in disdain. As the highest status among the thousands of dwarves in Mirabar He is loyal to this city, but as the priest of the dwarf god Dumathoin, he is more convinced that only the dwarves are the race that knows the secrets of metal in the world best, none of them!

The smug Marquis obviously noticed the disdainful expression of the silent dwarf. He waved his fat and disgusting hands and announced his reverie to the surrounding councilors in a louder voice: "Look! The best expert! I give The best treatment for them! Even the most inferior ore can extract high-quality metal! The mysterious alchemy formula makes ordinary black iron as magical as Mithril! We will no longer rely on the quantity of trade to survive A small number of exquisite products is the best choice! Armor with magic power! Priceless legendary weapon!" Marquis Erastu, who was intoxicated by the wonderful future, had an excited expression of longing.

A congressman interrupted the marquis's delusion with some hesitation: "But in this way, our production will be greatly reduced, and it is far from meeting the needs of various cities! This will have a very bad impact on our reputation. It will cause everyone The public indignation has caused the dissatisfaction of other lords for several years!"

"Then come and buy more legendary equipment! I will sell them at a fair price! Of course! If there are no gold coins, those poor people can also learn from goblins and orcs! Wooden shields are also very strong Yes! Hahaha——!" The fat-headed Lord Marquis laughed arrogantly, and the other councilors laughed along with him. The councilor who spoke just now sighed with blushing, and the dwarf councilor who had been listless beside him snorted. , The short legs kicked the chair under him dissatisfied.

Just as the congressmen were attacking the downfall of the southern nobles unscrupulously, the door of the parliament was opened, and a guard with a panicked face ran into the hall of the parliament.The Marquis of Erastu reprimanded extremely dissatisfied: "Hasn't anyone taught you to knock on the door before entering? Uneducated guy! Get out! This is not the place for you!"

"But my lord! I am Ms. Sunderland's messenger. She has something important to inform you!" The extremely embarrassed guard replied at a loss.

"What's important? Is it more important than our trade plan? (Laughs) Well! I'm a tolerant lord! Defender! Tell me what you call important, and let me see if it's really that important !" The lord's pretentious graceful posture made people sick, but no one dared to laugh at him, except the dwarves!
The guard looked at the other congressmen with some embarrassment: "But."

"If you don't say it, get out of this room!" Erastu was a little annoyed at the ridicule of Agranth Hammer, but obviously the important role of the dwarves in Mirabar made him only angry at the poor guards.

"Yes! Your Excellency! A giant dragon walking in the world has entered Mirabar. Ms. Sunderland wants me to tell you to prepare for the emergency as soon as possible!" The guard could only say the news to convey helplessly.

"A giant dragon walking in the world? Hahaha! You are here to make us happy, aren't you?" Everyone in the hall laughed together, including the dwarves!

"It's true! My lord! This is what we saw with our own eyes! The grain convoy from Long Saddle Town was captured by this giant dragon! Mr. Al Lago of the Harbell family has been buried in the belly of the dragon! Ms. Sunderland

Debunked his disguise personally!But now Madam Consul has temporarily stabilized the dragon! "In order to convince the Marquis, the guard could only make his conjecture a fact.

Dwarven Councilor Agranth Hammer, who stopped laughing, interjected: "Miss Sunderland would never make such outrageous jokes! Either this guard is lying!" Or there really was a giant dragon that entered Mirabar!" The dwarf's face changed when he said this.

Everyone's expressions changed when they heard the dwarf's words. Everyone panicked and panicked.The obese Erastu called out to the guards repeatedly in horror: "Degarve! Degarve! Quick! Protect me from here! Take me out of here!"

The dwarf councilor also shouted: "Togg! Togg! Damn it! Summon the Ax of Mirabar! Summon the Ax of Mirabar! We are going to fight the dragon!"

(End of this chapter)