I am a god in another world

Seeing that they were about to arrive at the Tethyr refugee camp, Gavin pulled the reins and confirmed again: "You mean, whether it is related to the Fang of Fortune Mage Tower or not, we need to explore this Mage Tower?"

Regina spread her hands helplessly and said: "This is the only effective clue we have at present. We can only start from this direction unless you can provide a more suitable direction."

"If that's the case, I must summon an ally to help." Gavin said with determination.

The ally he mentioned was naturally the dog demon who followed him as a bodyguard.

This was a forced choice. He planned to use the powerful tracking ability of this devil to see if he could find a new breakthrough.

If it was not a last resort.

Gavin was unwilling to explore a Mage Tower, especially a Mage Tower of unknown age and unknown ownership.

Because the danger index of this thing is too high.

No one knows what kind of defensive spells are still running in this Mage Tower.

In his own magic tower, it is not uncommon to see crazy magicians preparing disintegration traps, command death traps, teleportation hell or teleportation abyss traps.

No matter which one you get, it is very fatal.

Even if the exploration is successful, the magic items and even magic harvested from it cannot be easily used or learned. Who knows if there are deadly traps hidden in it.

Nothing is trivial when it comes to magic.

As for Regina's attitude towards a high-level devil later.

After dealing with them several times, I have a little idea in my heart.

The person in front of me is a typical pragmatist. As long as it is useful to me, it is good. The camp of goodness and evil is relatively secondary.

In terms of camp, it is neutral goodness with a tendency to chaos.

"Ally? What ally?" Regina asked curiously, turning her head to look around, but she could not see half a figure in her sight.

"My ally is a little unusual. Wait a minute, don't be too surprised. It's best to control your horses." Gavin gave a shot in advance, "Isn't it coming?"

As the communication technique sent out the summoning information, the dog demon rushed up after hearing the news, but not from behind them, but from the wilderness beside them. It has been driving side by side with Gavin and his team.

"Devil, this is the breath of the devil, a powerful devil."

"It's a dog demon, this is a dog demon with the skill of gnawing, which can completely kill intelligent life."

"Such a powerful dog demon is rare. How many souls did this guy eat to grow to this extent?"

Even though Gavin gave a shot in advance, when the dog demon appeared, the war horses were still frightened and let out long neighs.

The dog demon can become smaller in size, but the powerful devil breath emanating from its body cannot be restrained.

Especially the more spiritual animals such as war horses are very sensitive to this breath.

Fortunately, the people present have superb riding skills and quickly calmed the war horses down.

Regina managed to keep calm, but the moon elf cavalry she led were not so calm and could not help but draw their weapons.

Taking a deep breath, Regina sighed, "Mr. Daniel's perception is correct. There is indeed a demon following you. He just didn't expect that this demon is not targeting you, but your subordinates. It seems that the exorcism he carefully prepared for you is doomed to fail."

"Exorcism?" Gavin was stunned and said with a little shame, "In terms of being a human being, I am so much worse than Mr. Daniel. He is thinking about me, but I am hiding it carefully for my own selfishness. Alas, if it is really like what you said, I don't know how to explain it to Mr. Daniel the next time we meet."

"The simplest way , just tell the truth. "Regina smiled and said, "Mr. Darnell is not as conservative as you think. As long as this devil is under your control and does not do evil, or even does good, he should not care. After all, he is a believer of the God of Justice and cannot launch a trial for no reason. But once he does evil, it is not as simple as this devil accepting the trial. "

Gavin nodded in agreement and said, "If you want to continue to have a deep relationship with Mr. Darnell, this is indeed the wisest and most appropriate way. The next time we meet, I will tell him in detail about the special situation of Vizeme Manor and the situation of this devil. "

There is no way.

Vizeme Manor is rushing all the way to the nest of undead creatures.

Estelle and her daughter can materialize, and the prisoner soul can hide in the black heather, but the drow shadow has no way to hide.

Once Darnell is serious.

It is difficult for Estel and her daughter to escape his eyes.

It is better to take the initiative to confess and strive for a lenient confession and strict resistance.

As for whether Daniel can accept it, it is his business, not his own.

If he can accept it, everyone is happy.

If he can't accept it, I can't destroy Vizeme Manor because of his beliefs and faith.

"Is there a special situation in Vizeme Manor?" Regina was stunned.

Gavin said helplessly: "At that time, I was afraid that Mr. Daniel and others would overreact, so I didn't dare to tell the truth. The damage caused by the Undead Revenge Field to Estel and her daughter is permanent. Although they are resurrected, they are trapped in Vizeme Manor forever and become earthbound spirits there."

Regina's beautiful eyes widened and she was surprised: "In this case, Vizeme Manor has really become a ghost manor?"

"It wasn't originally, but it is now. A few days ago, the followers of the drow elves of the Undead Goddess of Vengeance came to seek revenge. I left them all in the manor and transformed them into earthbound shadows. Fortunately, they are under the control of Estel and her daughter, and are now the ghost maids of the manor." Now that he had started, Gavin simply revealed everything that Vizeme Manor could not hide.

Regina's brain circuit was far more bizarre than Gavin expected. The shock slowly turned into surprise. She said, "Why didn't you tell me about this situation earlier? If you had told me earlier, I would have directly included it in the opera and added it to the advertisement. Ghost Manor and Ghost Wine are a perfect match. If you add ghost maids, it is estimated that many wealthy people in Sambia will go to Vizeme Manor to experience life in person. At that time, with them around, who would worry about the low price of ghost wine?"

This time it was Gavin's turn to show an incredible expression: "Someone still has feelings for ghosts Interests? What kind of strange hobbies are these? "

"What's so strange about this?" Regina looked like she had seen too little. "There are necrophilia, fetishism, and wine fetish. What's so strange about having more ghost fetishes? Especially a controllable ghost manor, a ghost that is not tyrannical or evil, how tempting is it for such a person?

You don't need many, just three or five of them, and then, maybe they will offer a sky-high price to buy your Vizeme Manor, millions of gold coins, without blinking an eye."

Gavin was convinced of this.

The wealth of any world is unevenly distributed.

The magic world of Faerun is even more extreme.

Ordinary people, who have been living a life of poverty, probably can't save a few hundred gold coins.

The wizards, dragons, and wealthy people who stand at the top of the world may go in with a few thousand gold coins after drinking a glass of wine. In the treasury, the gold coins and magic items are piled up like mountains.

Regina counted on her fingers with great interest, "There's still time. I'll join in after I finish dealing with things here. At that time, I'll mainly promote it in Sembia, where there are more perverted rich people."

"I think, forget about this matter." Gavin said a little scared, "If the commotion is too big, I'm afraid I won't see the sun tomorrow, and the manor will be robbed by others."

"Believe me, those rich people in Sembia will not easily use other illegal means before trying to knock you down with gold coins. After all, this is Battle Valley, not their Sembia." Regina's smooth and beautiful face exudes a light called confidence.

This confidence does not come from her adoptive father, Lord Ilmet.

But from the Harpist.

Several world-famous great wizards among the Harpists.

As for the fragmented legal system and the parliamentary system of the Valley.

How could they survive so peacefully for so many years between the Zhentarim and Sembia, two extremely expansive forces?

The Harper is a factor that cannot be ignored.

After thinking this through, Gavin immediately had a clue in his mind and said with a smile: "You are an expert in this area, so I will follow your arrangements. If they get angry and send legendary warriors to rob, you have to be responsible for the bottom line."

"Haha... your worry is a bit redundant. There is an unwritten agreement between the Vale and Sembia, that is, both sides will never use power above the legendary level. So far, no one dares to break this agreement, especially the wealthy people in Sembia, who are more afraid of breaking this agreement than us." Regina's expression was full of unconcealed pride.

As soon as he heard it, Gavin understood what was going on.

This is a typical case of bare feet not being afraid of wearing shoes.

The political system in the Vale is rotten enough, so rotten that it is not easy for you to find a proper lord.

Take the Battle Valley for example. Even if you kill Lord Ilmet, you are only killing a nominal lord. It has no impact on the actual operation. On the contrary, it will cause hatred from the entire Battle Valley.

Sembia is different. They are ruled by wealthy oligarchs. The ruling class is those wealthy people with names and surnames. Killing any of them will cause a violent shock.

The most important thing is that these wealthy people are afraid of death, especially afraid of being targeted by legendary wizards with all kinds of means. Once they die, they often have no chance to resurrect.

Therefore, compared with the valley, they are more afraid of causing a high-end war.

"I think we should go over. The people who are welcoming us are here." Gavin pointed to the group of people who were galloping in the distance.

They have been delayed here for a little while. The people in the Tethyr refugee camp probably found them and sent people out to greet them.

At first glance, they are standard Tethyr people.

This distinction is not in appearance, but in temperament.

Years of warlord melee have made military style very popular in Tesser. They are vigorous and resolute, and full of military style.

The valley has been away from war for many years, and the atmosphere is lax. Their words and deeds reveal this laziness.

The leader is a middle-aged man with a little gray hair and beard. He is fifty years old. He is stout, dark-faced, serious, and unsmiling. Even a fool can see the military smell emanating from him.

Without more than 20 years of military experience, this kind of temperament can never be honed.

The cavalry behind him is also disciplined and well-trained.

The middle-aged man said from a distance: "Thank you Miss Regina for lending a helping hand. Whether or not I can rescue my villagers, I, Copperfield, will remember this kindness. If there is a way in the future, I will definitely go there, even if I die."

"Copperfield?" Before Regina could speak, Gavin exclaimed, "Captain of the Watcher, General Copperfield, who is known as the last Watcher? Weren't you besieged by the pirates of the Nelanthar Islands, forced into the eye of the storm, and perished with more than a dozen pirate ships?"

Copperfield was stunned, his eyes fell on Gavin, and he asked in confusion: "How do you know me?"

"I think no one in Tethyr will not know you." Gavin's smile was about to break behind his ears.

I didn't expect that I could pick up treasures when I came to take in a wave of Tethyr refugees.