Chaos Crown

Chapter 385, The Vibrant Girl of Candlekeep
Hearing this familiar and proprietary name, Aaron couldn't help but stiffen slightly and slowly turned around.

A beautiful young girl stood in front of Aaron. She looked about fifteen or sixteen years old, with a delicate and cute appearance. She had smooth brown shawl hair hanging down to her shoulders. She had a tall and graceful figure, and a round and soft face. He had some baby fat, a straight and small nose bridge, and his clear and beautiful big eyes were full of excitement at this time, looking at Aaron with watery eyes.

The girl was wearing a brown woolen sweater with a beautiful bow on the collar. Her still-growing figure was slightly erect through the woolen sweater. She was wearing a purple cloak and a tight black leather jacket. The trousers tightly wrapped her slender white legs, and she wore a pair of adventurous brown boots. The boots had a lot of wear on them, and they had obviously been worn for a long time.

Imoen? !
The girl standing in front of him so handsomely made Aaron feel a little dazed.

The sky is the quilt, the earth is the mat, and the dream returns to Candle Castle.

Everything seemed to go back decades ago, and yesterday reappeared. When this girl who slightly overlapped with his memory appeared in front of Aaron, he couldn't help but feel excited.

What a love!Son of Baal, the biological sister who accompanies Chanem from the beginning of the story to the end.

"Hello, who are you?" Aaron's attitude became very friendly. Even if he guessed that the other party was Imon, Aaron would still pretend not to know. After all, this was his "first time" meeting the Son of Baal. Nem's sister.

"Didn't I say it? I am Imoen, Imoen from the Winthrop family." The girl re-introduced herself. She puffed up her chest proudly. Compared to Aaron's memory, Imoen at this time was much better. She looked a little greener, like a beautiful woman who was transitioning from a lolita state to a young girl. Her face could vaguely see her future beauty, but the baby fat on her cheeks destroyed this beauty: "You must be Lord Aaron Salian, I have heard of your name, the Five Heroes of Arabelle, the creator of Salian's Nine Books. Even everyone in Candlekeep knows you! The priests who named you often talk about you, I also lamented that Dark Sun took away some of the scrolls, and currently only the second volume is kept safe in Silvermoon City, and I know that!"

"Yeah, I guess it's my pleasure, Ms. Winthrop." Aaron said with a smile.

"You don't need to call me Winthrop, just call me Imoen." The girl put her hands on her hips lively. She carefully looked at Aaron's handsome and upright figure, his elegant and close-fitting Viscount dress, and his distant face. , with little stars in his eyes.

So handsome!

Is this Cormyr's hero, Lord Aaron Salian, one of the Arable Five?

So handsome!The young girl noticed that Aaron was looking at her, and her heart couldn't help but beat fast, especially as Aaron's eyes moved, everything he looked at became hot.

Yesterday, Imoen received an invitation letter at home. The letter invited her to meet in the Sky Court of Candlekeep. The inviter was none other than His Excellency Aaron Salian, who was famous all over the Sword Coast and was very famous in the country.

Strange, how did Mr. Aaron know about me?

Imoen took the invitation letter and rolled it around on the bed that night. Although she was confused, when she saw Aaron's handwriting on the letter, she couldn't help but let out an aunt's laugh of "hehehehe". .

The legend of Aaron has been spread in the Sword Coast several times. Girls who have heard his stories would definitely be lying if they say that there is no hope in the center.

Regardless of the opposition of her family, the confident girl of the Winthrop family sneaked out of Candlekeep today with the invitation letter. She wanted to see what the legendary Aaron Salian looked like?

Unexpectedly, she had just left Candlekeep and arrived at Sky Court, and bumped into Aaron directly at the door of the Pillar of Teaching.

Wow~ So handsome!

Isn't this destiny?
The girl's heart was beating fast. When Aaron's eyes as bright as the endless sky looked at Imoen, the girl couldn't help but look away, and she couldn't ask any questions.

Strange, how did he know about himself?
Aaron caught some doubts in the girl's shining eyes. He knew that Imoen might be wondering why he knew about her and invited her to the Mamba Hotel.

This question is indeed difficult for Aaron to explain. First of all, Candlekeep is a very closed place. Although Chanem and Aimeng's life in Candlekeep is not monotonous, their understanding of the outside world does only come from hearsay. Aaron will know about love. Meng himself is very abnormal, and secondly, he knows too much about Imon.

At this time, a universal excuse is needed.

"Hello, Imoen." Aaron spread his hands and showed a helpless expression: "You must be wondering how I know you, right?"

"Yes, Sir Aaron, I have never left Candlekeep since I was a child. How do you know about me? Could it be that I have been to Cormyr before? But I have no memory!" Imon is true. She was full of energy, and she was very familiar with him. They had only spoken a word, and she was already able to talk to Aaron in a more intimate tone.

"Actually, my father met your biological father when he was on a field mission." Aaron was already very proficient: "My father once told me to remember to take care of the son of my old friend... It's a pity that my father didn't have time to leave more messages. He passed away, but I always remember that there were two sons of old friends in Candlekeep."

"So I come to you because of my father's wishes."

"I know, I know!" The quirky Imon jumped up on the spot: "It's His Excellency Manuel Salian, right? Your father, he is famous in the country. Everyone says he has a good son. , it was all thanks to you that you carried him into the Purple Dragon Pavilion!"

"A father is valued by his son, and a father is honored by his son. Sir Aaron, the Ogma monks in Candlekeep all say that you are the best son in the country!" Imon easily believed Aaron's statement: "I didn't expect that my biological father and your father still know each other. That's great!"

"I feel very honored to be able to establish a relationship with a beautiful young lady in this way. Imoen, can I call you directly like this?" Aaron asked.

"Of course!" Aaron's charisma, legendary stories, and handsome appearance have a huge destructive power on the girl.

"Then you can just call me Aaron." The Son of Chaos sent out an invitation: "I am going to the binding hall to copy a book. Are you willing to go with me?"

"Of course! I still have many, many things I want to ask you!" The girl took a step forward and rushed seven or eight meters away: "Here, here, I will lead the way, Aaron, no one is more familiar with candles than me. Fortress, congratulations on finding a good guide. Unlike the monks, I am free! But only for today, hahaha~"

The girl's cheerful laughter made Aaron couldn't help but smile.

Innocence is a consumable product. Unlike men who remain teenagers until their death, for women, most of their youthful vitality will be quickly exhausted in the process of entering middle age.

The fifteen or sixteen-year-old girl is in the best time of her youth. At this time, the innocence exuded from Imon is enough to move Aaron. It is like the person in the painting has come into reality. Her body contains the most primitive emotions. of beauty.

However, as far as Aaron knew, Imoen's ending was not very good. I heard from others that Imoen gave up his divinity in front of the Throne of Baal, and finally returned to Candlekeep to live for a while, and then left Candlekeep to establish a band of thieves. organization, very influential.

But in the end, Imoen still couldn't escape the fate of the Son of Baal.

Every son of Baal cannot escape their final fate, becoming Baal, or becoming a stepping stone for Baal's resurrection.

Now, come by yourself.

Aaron clenched his fists silently: I hope that I can change the tragic fate of Chanem and Imon. Sons of God, your future should be decided by yourself, just like me.I am trying to get rid of the fate imposed on me by the four gods, and you should also get rid of the fate imposed on you by Baal.

There was something about Imoen that warmed Aaron's heart.

At the moment when Aaron made up his mind, he suddenly felt the power of Nurgle in his body move.

Loving father?

Have you not? ? ? ! ! !

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The handsome adult aristocratic man and the energetic and quirky Candlekeep girl walked together along the empty courtyard to the binding hall. Their long boots stepped back and forth on the white floor tiles. Even though the road was not long, Aaron walked in a straight line, but Imon still walked. Aaron tripled the number of moves.

The girl was really interested in Aaron. She pestered Aaron to ask about this and that, about his heroic deeds, about his relationship experiences, what it was like to be the chosen one of Suellen, and about Aaron's... There are rumors about the great dragon Egil and the fairy princess Buyel. The girl dreams of one day becoming an ally with the legendary dragon like Aaron.

Riding on a giant dragon, holding the fairy princess in his arms, patrolling the moonlit night in the name of Selun, how handsome it is!

Walking around Aaron, the girl had a beautiful dream bound in her heart.

Of course, what Imoen is most interested in is her "biological father". The Winthrop girl vaguely knows that she is not her biological father.

Aaron told her that his father Manuel did not say anything specific about Imon's biological father, but only mentioned that Imon's biological father was a rather powerful being.

Being powerful sometimes means having many enemies.

Aaron told Imoen that all he knew was that Imoen's biological father asked his father Manuel to take care of his heir if he had the chance. He didn't know the other things. He came to Candlekeep to follow his father's wishes. , come and see the son of an old friend.

"Wow, is it true?" Imoen's reaction was not sad or sighing at all. The girl's cheeks turned red with excitement: "Why didn't my adoptive parents tell me that my biological father is so powerful!"

"Sir Aaron, what else did Sir Manuel say?"

"Sir Aaron, can I ask you, what is it like to ride a dragon?"

"Your Excellency, there are rumors that you may become the Prince of Cormyr in the future. Is this true? Is Her Royal Highness the Regent Alice Serre really as difficult to get along with as the legend says?"

Imoen asked one question after another. Until he entered the bookbinding hall, the girl's questions were still endless.

Aaron motioned to the girl to wait. The monks from Ogma had already come out. He handed the book he wanted to copy to the monks of the God of Knowledge.

"Two books, it will take three hours to copy, and the total cost is 300 gold coins." Aaron was greeted by a young monk who looked a bit handsome. He must have known Imon. Seeing Aaron and Imon together, The expression on his face was not very good, but he just maintained a business-like attitude: "Are you sure? If you are sure, we will start here."

"300 gold coins. When I was a Purple Dragon Knight, the royal family of Obeschier only gave me a salary of 800 gold coins a year." Aaron took out a bag of gold coins from his body, which was full of Assan IV stamps. The Cormyr Golden Lion Coin posted on the photo made Aaron sigh with emotion: "It's so easy to make money."

"It's boring to say that." Who knew that Monk Ogma showed contempt after hearing this: "If you think it's expensive, just look for your own reasons. Candlekeep has always been at this price for so many years. , instead of worrying about the cost of copying, it is better to consider whether your salary will be increased and whether your title will be promoted."

"The Binding Hall has had this price for so many years. You don't have to bargain. If you want to copy, just pay. If you don't want to copy, please leave. Candlekeep is Candlekeep, not yours alone."

"Hey, Clement, why are you talking!" Aaron was not angry yet, but Imon was angry: "How can you talk to guests like this? Didn't the Great Guardian teach you?"

"Everyone pays this price, Imoen. You live in Candlekeep. You know it. Ogma teaches us that knowledge is power and knowledge is wealth. Those who don't respect knowledge, please get out." Ogma monk's attitude Very tough and obviously not welcome to Aaron.

"Candle Keep is not my Candle Keep, but Candle Keep is not yours alone, Mr. Clement." Aaron sneered and said, "Okay, in that case, I won't spend the 300 gold coins here. ”

"Let's go, Imoen, I'll take you to the Erudite Tailor Shop. Since you are the son of an old friend and at such a beautiful age, how can you do without good clothes?" Aaron stopped Imoen: "This 300 gold coins will be used for I’ll buy you a new suit of clothes as a gift for our acquaintance!”

After saying that, Aaron took Aimeng and left out of the binding hall without looking back.

There is a tailor shop called "The Learned One" at the gate of the Great Library of Candlekeep, the pillar of the church. Gond's acolyte, senior tailor Feldman Bisset III, runs this tailor shop and supplies most of Candlekeep. fashion needs.

The Ogma monks did not show any comparison. One of the older monks said that there was no friendship between them and they wanted to give away Aaron and Imoen. The two young monks, including Clement, and the older monks Some monks sent Aaron and Imoen out together. They told Aaron to go through the small door on the side.

In this way, Aaron and Aimon were taken to a side room in the binding hall.

"Please get out of here, Lord Aaron, Imoen." The older Ogma monk held the handle of a small door: "Sorry, we can only send you here, there are many more in the binding hall. Things to do.”

"Sir Aaron..." Aimeng secretly pulled the hem of Aaron's clothes.

She didn't know why, but she instinctively felt something was wrong.

"When you are sent here, are you going to send me out, or are you going to send me to meet your master Baal?" Aaron said with a smile: "I want to say that your acting skills are not up to par, and you don't look like a name-naming monk at all! "

The expressions of the three Ogma monks present changed slightly, their robes were lifted up, and all kinds of poison-quenching blades under the robes came out, spinning along their bodies into a blood storm composed of weapons!

"In the name of Baal!"

Barr killer!
Aaron's face was cold. He pulled Aimeng behind him, and the tide of chaos surged: "Hidden behind me!"

"Blood sacrifice to the blood god, skull sacrifice to the skull seat!"

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