Chaos Crown

"It seems that the guests here are preparing for the coming of the Green Grass Festival."

In the final light hotel, Aaron said this to the devil prince An Nuoming.

The morning sun fell in the Final Light Hotel, illuminating the bustling activity around them.

Harpers, dressed in slim-fitting robes, directed members to hang more lanterns on the trees in the hotel yard.There are several oak branches and rings of oak leaves placed at the door, bridge tables are placed in the yard, and each entrance is guarded by carved tree men.

Today, a particularly large number of harpists gathered here, and Anuomin and Aaron made an appointment to meet here.

The hotel is built on the peninsula of the river. There is only a small bridge and the nearby swamp path to connect with the outside world. The hotel itself also has a small dock port, which can undertake the task of loading and unloading. The blacksmith shop serving adventurers is always open. Any new guest gets a nice ale at the bar.

"The Harper Alliance is planning something recently. They are gathering together, but obviously, they don't welcome me. In fact, I'm used to this kind of life."

For more than a year, An Nuoming's temperament has undergone tremendous changes. His complexion has become more gloomy, and red light flashes in his eyes from time to time. There is already a bit of masculine charm under the muscles.

But after experiencing so many things, although An Nuoming's eyes are no longer childish, they have lost their light. To him, the successful revenge is only a little comfort, and it is not enough to rekindle all his enthusiasm for life .

"You've done a good job, Anuoming. Although I think some of your methods are too extreme, it's your choice and I won't interfere." Aaron patted Anuoming on the shoulder, the son of Pasha. His experience gave him the perfect excuse for homomorphic revenge.

"Your Excellency, I helped you find the records of the Shane Empire..." An Nuoming forced a smile. He was wearing a thick leather jacket and cloak, and only half of his face was exposed to Aaron. The information that the devil prince will find Share with Aaron.

The Golden Giant defeated the Terrasque Behemoth near the Tower of the Moonrise, and the place was peaceful. Even though the surrounding kilometers were affected by the battle between the Golden Giant and the Tarasque Behemoth into a canyon, the Golden Giant still felt that he Having done a good deed for the kingdom, he erected a platform on the spot where he defeated the Tarrasque to commemorate his achievement.

Tarasque giant beast... Aaron remembered that he had seen the illustrated book of this giant beast in the Cormyr library. In the illustrated book, the Tarasque giant beast was called "the legendary disaster that destroyed the world" and "the immortal powerful incarnation of

If you look at it this way, the Tarasque Behemoth, as a legendary creature, should be one of the most powerful existences in the mortal world.

However, this is not the case in the Elminster Illustrated Book, and the Great Sage has the utmost contempt for the Tarrasque in his own annotations.

The reason is simple. First of all, the intelligence of the Tarrasque behemoth is basically equal to 0. It only has the most primitive eating instinct and has no resistance to spells.

Then, the Tarasque Behemoth has neither long-range attack method, nor can it fly, has no magic attack, let alone magic.

The only thing this legendary creature can boast about is its immortality (unlimited resurrections) and its super melee abilities.

So basically as long as it is a legendary powerhouse, there is a way to kill Tarasque with spells, or use potions and spells to kite it to death with long-range attacks.

Tarasque also got the nickname "Damage Tester" and "T Shou".

Aaron remembered that one of the raw materials for Karthus' apotheosis was the body part of the Terrasque giant beast. However, because this thing can be resurrected infinitely, the great arcanist Karthus found that even if he beat Terrasque When it was broken into pieces, the giant beast's body would begin to reorganize as soon as the time came. As a last resort, Karthus could only use the nine-ring prayer technique to pray to the gods, and finally killed Tarasque in a complete sense.

How did Dawn get into a fight with this thing?

Aaron signaled An Nuoming to continue.

The files of the Sean Empire record that the golden giant has been looking for a way to leave here completely, but because he himself is not good at spells and some special reasons (do not believe in the magic of alien races), he can only repeat Wandering in the kingdom, it seems that like Bilark, the golden giant uses a little less strength. He used to be seven or eight meters tall, but when he was last seen, his figure was only about four meters. .

After defeating Tarrasque, the golden giant heard the legend about the elves' "Eternal Meeting Island" from the aborigines. It was rumored that the Everlasting Island was connected to the outer plane and could directly leave the crystal wall system through the "Great Line". So the golden giant went out to sea immediately, and finally disappeared in the vast sea, and there was no news of him again.

"Is that all?" Aaron frowned, and he simply turned his head and asked Barrell, "Without the knowledge of magic, what is the probability that a demigod can find Yongju Island by sailing alone?"

"0." Barrel said concisely.

"Very good." Aaron thought that Dawn would not be buried in the belly of the fish in the Traceless Sea: "Do you have any valuable news, An Nuoming?"

"Yes, Your Excellency, according to my investigation, it seems that Baldur, the founder of Baldur's Gate, is related to this golden giant." An Nuoming said in a low voice.

According to the investigation of the Demon Prince, Baldur'an, the founder of Baldur's Gate, used to be a pirate in his early years, and accumulated an amazing wealth by relying on adventures and private plundering. He claimed to have received the fortune of the Golden Giant, which made him rich again.

"This is the mark attached to the wealth that Bod'an gained from that adventure." An Nuoming took out a piece of linen cloth from his arms, with the coat of arms of the Imperial Fist painted on it. Aaron was sure at a glance that this was the genuine Imperial Fist: "That's right."

An Nuoming can only investigate here, and he does not have the ability to access many top-secret files. After such a long time, the specific relics and files about Baldur's Gate, the founder of Baldur's Gate, have disappeared. Very few.

"It seems that we still need to meet the Grand Duke of Baldur's Gate to see if we can find more information about Rogg Dorn from the archives of Baldur's Gate." Aaron finished listening to Anuoming After thinking about it for a while, he nodded and said, "You did a good job, An Nuoming. I will reward you with a higher level."

"I am very grateful... Oh, yes, Your Excellency." Anuoming suddenly remembered something: "Speaking of the Grand Duke of Baldur's Gate, recently, an Amn named Takshi suddenly came to Baldur's Gate. Rise, he has very strong strength, outstanding skills, and at the same time solved the corruption problem of the Winding River, it has been reported more than once that he wants to run for the Grand Duke of Bode."

Winding River, a small river in the north of Baldur's Gate. During the Havoc of the Saints, the incarnation of Baal was killed here by Cyric using the God of Disaster Sword. The filthy blood of the God of Slaughter stained the entire river red. Originally The clear and bright river is now only dirty black water.

Aaron narrowed his eyes. Sure enough, someone had arrived ahead of time and started making arrangements.

Taks?Billak!
The cunning original demon prince seems to have obtained the official identity of the Bodur people, and has become a hero in the hearts of the Bodur people by solving the corruption of the Winding River, and wants to obtain the status of the Grand Duke of Bodur through legal and compliant means.

Bilac had already taken the lead, even if he arrived at the first time, he was still one step late.

Regardless of other goals, Beelak must also be aiming at the divinity of the sons of Baal.

Don't be in a hurry.

Aaron wondered what he should do.

It is impossible for Bilak to take root in Baldur's Gate so quickly, he must have received help from other forces.

Who might ally with Belak?

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Meanwhile, the Last Light Hotel, the Stables.

"Honey~honey~honey~" Miss Charlotte was singing cheerfully, pouring honey into the milk: "I licked the honey~"

"Speed, speed, speed, it will get faster~"

"Honey~honey~honey~licked honey..."

It's so much fun to go out on an adventure, Charlotte couldn't help thinking with joy as she watched Aaron's mount "Emperor of the Eastern Sea" licking the iron bucket with his tongue.

She had hardly seen a place as crowded, dirty, smelly, and beautiful as the Last Light Hotel.

She was glad she and Aaron had slipped out of Cormyr and out on an adventure.

Aaron was discussing things with Anomin, Eleanor was cleaning the room, and there was still a while before dinner. Charlotte felt that she had returned to the same state as before. Surrounded by the endless etiquette and rituals of life in the palace.

She's starting to get bored already, studying magic is fun, but other classes outside of magic aren't, she loves taking dance lessons, flirting with Aaron in private, but she doesn't like being told what to do, in Cormier, She felt that she was on bail in a way, not like a master, but a bit like a prisoner.

The subordinates monitored her every move, and the bodyguards followed her everywhere, saying it was to protect her.

Charlotte knew she was childish at times, and she should have followed Alice Searle's advice to stay safe, but she liked it.

It was the kind of adventure she'd dreamed of since she was a child.

For the first time Charlotte saw people of different races, and many of them.

They hurried through the hotel lobby as if they owned the place, they cared less for Charlotte than he did for themselves, Charlotte thought they must be used to seeing a pink-haired Miss Warlock, and she is not used to seeing adventurers in the traditional sense at all.

These adventurers are not dazzling compared to her. There are almost no spellcasters among them. They are heavier than Charlotte, and they are fat and muscular.

They looked clumsy and brutish, and their voices sounded like the roars of wild beasts in the jungle.They were of many different types: the tall, pale, well-dressed Swordmen and Tethyrians; There are Karatu people in silk robes.

Charlotte understood why some adventurers pretended to belittle them—their worlds were two parallel lines.

Ordinary adventurers have a vulgar attitude, rough and straightforward words and gestures, coupled with annoying vulgarity and stench, adventurers don't like rich and noble ladies, but Charlotte doesn't Feeling out of sorts - she finds different accents, voices, clothing and body language as inspiring as any book or poem she's ever read.

Their clothes are rough, and their food smells of fat, salt, and spices.

Sausages made from some indescribable meat (the eldest guessed it was rat meat) made a sizzling sound when grilled.Grilled fish blackened on the brazier and ordinary duck brushed with mutton fat are called mutton kebabs, and they are openly hawked behind the bar.

Liar, thief, whore, the three oldest professions.

Merchants with peppermint leather straps strapped to their chests shouted everywhere, and vicious puppies howled at their heels.

These people are far from their homes, but somehow they have a homely atmosphere here, and the buildings in the inn have a human-like appearance, and the brick buildings form a harmonious relationship with the remnants of older elven buildings. sharp contrast.

Ancient Elven palaces have been transformed into vast adventurer's dwellings and mazes of homes, shops and docks.

Without the majesty and restraint of urban culture.People bumped into each other in the street and either backed away quickly, reaching for their swords, or nodded with a grin and walked away.

Adventurers and blacksmiths argue over prices.The prostitute led the drunken sailors into the small room, and the two groups began to make love, and the stone walls conducted strange sounds.

In a quiet corner, people played chess on strangely shaped wooden boards with strange patterns carved on them. She stopped to watch a match. Cormyer court rules are no different.

When the adventurers who were playing chess noticed the beautiful pink-haired lady, they all stopped to look at her. Charlotte's charisma not only perfectly exuded her amazing beauty, but also made them think that she should will say something.

So Charlotte held the Karthus Cube, and she motioned for them to continue, she didn't want to disturb their entertainment.

Under the action of the magic box, everyone quickly forgot the fact that Charlotte had appeared.

Rugs hang overhead on wooden shelves to showcase their colour.If the skylight hadn't been blackened with soot and grime, and the hallway lit only by lanterns and torches, perhaps it would have displayed its splendor as intended.

Charlotte passed by the corner of a small group of mercenaries, and she found a drinker selling beer behind her. Following his movements, the beer sprayed out of the iron backpack behind him and fell into the mug.

The mercenaries looked at her with genuine menace, and at first, Charlotte thought they were as curious about her as they were about them, but after a while, Charlotte realized that their eyes meant something different.

The beer-seller was fat, had difficulty moving, and wore a leather hat with peacock feathers hanging down. He strutted up to the eldest lady, looked around at her, and kept staring.

"What do you want, wizard?" he asked, babbling Cormyr with his teeth and tongue, his pronunciation was poor and his subtle grasp of grammar non-existent, but it was still surprising, Because it was like listening to a talking dog, which made Charlotte laugh.

"It's obvious that you guys have been staring at me, alcoholic." Charlotte activated the Karthus Box calmly.

The liquid in the drunkard's mug quickly changed from cloudy malt liquor to Veritaserum, a potion that required a complex process to make in Charlotte's Magic Workshop.

The glass bottle in the lady's space bag was refilled with ordinary ale.

"Sigh~" The alcoholic hiccupped, unaware that what he was drinking had changed: "I was ordered by my father to find out what you guys are going to do."

"Father's order? Who is your father?"

"Of course the lord of the Moonrise Tower, General Catherick!"

Updated, ask for tickets~
Today is August 8th, here to commemorate our boss, Black Mamba will never fade away!

Looking forward to the boss winning the resurrection match with the cook, and the return of the king.