Mithril Throne of Forgotten Realms

The little boy was short and thin, and his clothes and body were covered with stains. Looking at the warrior with a shiny shield walking in, he backed away in fear.The black mountain demon pursed his lips, lowered his body to look at the other's little face, and took out three gold coins from his waist. Just as he was about to put them in the bowl in front of the boy, he was stopped by a mulberry picker beside him.

The Montenegro demon made a puzzled look at the pastor, but the mulberry picker just shook his head, took out a silver coin, shook it at the boy, and asked with a smile, "Excuse me, there is a grocery store called Shoenails nearby." place?

The little boy stared blankly at the silver coins in front of him, and because of his nervousness, he stammered, "Well...that...well, not far ahead, in the first alley on the left, there is a sign That's it."

"Thank you~" The mulberry picker gently put the silver coin in the boy's hand, stretched out his hand to stroke the other's messy hair, turned around and left with the Black Mountain demon, leaving only the little boy excitedly looking at the boy in his hand. Shoot the silver coin of the sun.

"In the slums, three gold coins can bring only trouble to a little boy," the mulberry picker explained to the black mountain goblin beside him as he searched for the alley in the boy's mouth.

"I understand this, but..." I don't know if it's because of Nai's current situation in front of him, or because he is unwilling to change the status quo by himself, the Black Mountain demon is a little depressed, "Why do you have to set up such a real scene in the game world~ "

"This is the real embodiment of the game world. If this world is not real, it will not be so attractive," the mulberry picker stared at the other end of Oak Street, and replied with a pursed mouth, "But in In the game, the players are the most powerful force, come to r side, who can be sure that the players have no ability to change these status quo?"

Hearing the words of the mulberry picker, the black mountain goblin became excited again in a moment of depression, "Yes, yes, when I have strength in the future, I will definitely kill all the slave traders in Faerun and drive the red-robed mage back to them My hometown, the slum here in Ximen also needs to be remodeled..."

Hearing the great ambition of the Black Mountain demon, the mulberry picker kept saying yes, but he said with a smile in his heart, it's a good thing that the cube is not here, otherwise he would definitely pour cold water on you. [

The route given by the little boy was correct. The two quickly found the target alley and saw the tattered wooden sign in the shape of a leather shoe hanging under the eaves. If you didn’t look carefully, you would definitely think it was a rotten wooden board like a stone.

After the mulberry picker made sure that no one was following him, the Black Mountain demon stepped forward and knocked on the door.

"It's us, Turner."

After a while, the tightly closed wooden door opened slowly. "Smelly Fish" Turner looked at the situation outside through the crack of the door, and opened the door a crack, "Come in!"

The two exchanged winks, and held the weapon in their hands at the same time. The black mountain demon kicked his foot, and Turner behind the door was bumped.The black mountain goblin and the mulberry pickers rushed into the room in battle formation, making sure there was no ambush, but it was full of the choking smell of tobacco. The mulberry pickers waved away the white smoke that filled the room before turning around and closing the wooden door.

"Oops!... That old man Suomantu knows all the violent people!" Turner rubbed his forehead that had been bumped into a big bump, and cursed bitterly.

"I'm sorry," the black mountain demon hurriedly helped Turner up, "Someone followed us on the road and we solved it, so I'm worried that there is an ambush here..."

This kind of thing has to be guarded against. The NPCs in the game all have their own backgrounds. Before they figure it out, they really can't tell whether they are enemies or friends.Turner hummed and pressed the big bag on his head, squatted on the chair and looked at the excellent equipment of the two people in front of him, without saying anything.

"We are looking for some clues. Master Suomantu said that you are his friend..."

"Who is his friend! That old bastard, he has lived for hundreds of years and hasn't lived enough! He will cause trouble for others, he should have died long ago!"

The Black Mountain demon mentioned the task in hand, who knew that he was interrupted roughly by Turner as soon as he said a few words, and turned to look at the mulberry picker, both of them looked puzzled: look at this attitude, Suo Mantu I do know him, but it's hard to say the friendship, and it seems to be true if there is a festival.

After a brief silence, the mulberry picker said, "Then, at least please listen patiently to us when we finish talking, okay?" Although Turner was panting angrily, he didn't interrupt the elf pastor.

The mulberry picker straightened his thoughts and continued: "We accidentally found a corpse in an underground river, and followed the clues to find Lord Al Suomantu. Suomantu is sure that the owner of the corpse is An old friend of his, and entrusted us to investigate the truth of what happened back then..."

"What bones!" Hearing that the bones were Solaman's old friend, Turner suddenly raised his head, his dim eyes fixed on the mulberry picker, and his whole body exuded an aura of a beast.

The mulberry picker was stunned for a moment, shook the mace in his hand, then stared at Turner's expression and replied, "It's the corpse of a druid, Sir Sumantu's old friend Sid." [

Hearing Sid's name, Turner was stunned, as if he had guessed the answer and didn't really want it to be the answer. There was a trace of trance in his expression, he raised his head and let out a sigh of relief, and leaned hard on the back of the chair.

The Black Mountain demon and the mulberry picker knew that things were going to turn around, so they didn't speak rashly.And the old man Turner took out an antique pipe that was obviously old from nowhere, and after lighting it, he took a deep puff.

It took a long time for Turner to speak, but his voice became extremely hoarse, "What was that old man Suomantu's previous title?"

"Quiet Knight!" The mulberry picker quickly replied.

"Huh..." Turner exhaled a long puff of white smoke, squatted on the chair and stretched his thin body, staring at the roof with blank eyes, "Can you name Sid, and the old man?" The old-fashioned title that only red-robed mages who love tattoos know, it must be true."

"It doesn't matter that old Solaman, I'm helping Sid!" Turner added bitterly.

There is a show!The Montenegro demon hurriedly took offense, "It's fine, thank you. So what clues can you provide? By the way," the Montenegro demon suddenly remembered the message Fang Yi had sent before, "Our friend used to be in Tai Xi You have fought against the red-robed mage, do you know anything about them?"

"And the red-robed mage?" Turner slammed his pipe on the wooden table next to him. The Black Mountain goblin looked at the dilapidated tabletop, and was a little worried that a hole would be knocked out by him. It will cause trouble, but let's worry about the enemy in front of us first!"

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