Lord God Investigator

Drizzt turned into a vague shadow, and his feet on tiptoe were as light as a cat. When he passed by the guards of Amn, there was no sound, even if he walked on ordinary people, he would squeak. The rattling wooden stage floor.

In the darkness of the gloomy region, sound is the key for many dark creatures to judge the surrounding environment. Drizzt's silent action skills have reached an incredible level, deceiving the five senses of several soldiers easily.

Bypassing the backstage entrance guarded by the guards, Drizzt let go of his perception to sense the breath of the performer Bradro that he had remembered when he watched the performance before.

He easily found the breath in a lounge, and the Dark Ranger quietly came to the door of that lounge, tried to push the door, and found that the lounge was not locked.

"Please come in."

Bradrow's invitation suddenly came from the lounge, and Drizzt was shocked. He didn't expect his sneaking to be noticed. It was clear that his silent actions made no sound, but the people in the room detected him.

Since Xing Zang was exposed, Drizzt simply opened the door and walked in.

Bredro was sitting in front of the dressing table in the lounge, just removed his makeup, and looked at the uninvited guest with interest.

"Although you cover your face, it looks like you are not a shadow thief."

The performer squinted his eyes and observed Drizzt carefully: "What a beautiful eye color, if I guess right, you are probably the famous ranger."

Drizzt's right hand was placed on the hilt of the scimitar at his waist, and the performer's aura now was completely different from when he was on stage.

In the faint, he felt very dangerous, just like when he first met Guan Haifa, he was stared at by a celestial black panther.

The artist could easily see through the shadow hiding of a dark elf, and even shouted out his identity as soon as he opened his mouth, all of which made Drizzt have to be on guard.

"Don't worry, I have no malice against you, on the contrary, I think we will become good friends."

Bradero stood up and walked towards Drizzt with a smile on his face. He stretched out his right hand to make a grasping motion, hanging his hand in the air, waiting for the Dark Ranger's response.

This kind of etiquette is rare in the mainland of Faerun. It is different from the dwarf's chest-beating ceremony, and the non-human breast-stretching ceremony. It is somewhat similar to the barbarian's punching ceremony. Drizzt hesitated, but he did not hesitate How long did he let go of his hand on the handle of the knife and stretched it out to hold Bradrow together.

Bradro shook his arm vigorously, completing this nondescript etiquette.

Drizzt lifted his hood, took off his scarf, and showed his true face. He stared at the artist and said, "Mr. Bradlow, I was only going to sneak in and ask you for a signed poster, but now, look at the poster. It doesn't matter anymore. Who are you on earth and how do you know me?"

"Signed poster? Hahaha..."

Hearing what he said, Bredro laughed, took out a stack of posters from the dimension bag, and handed it to the Dark Ranger: "It's hard to imagine that you will become a fan of the troupe. I guess you are probably not alone. It’s rare for someone like you to watch dramas and relax with your girlfriend."

Drizzt received a large stack of posters drawn by Bradro himself, autographed, and sold for hundreds of thousands of gold coins. He was very confused and did not understand whether this mysterious artist had anything to him. What an attempt.

But with the short hand, this stack of posters will definitely make Katie very happy, Drizzt’s hostility gradually faded, and a smile slowly climbed onto his stern face: "Thank you! But I still insist that you answer the question ."

"Like you, I am also a traveler. As for why I know you..."

Bradlow smiled kindly and said: "You are too modest. Your reputation may not be obvious among ordinary people, but you are famous among adventurers."

"Unexpectedly, you are still an adventurer!"

Drizzt looked at this famous artist. He didn't understand how a person of fame and fortune walking in the upper class like this would be so familiar with the circle of adventurers.

"An adventurer who doesn't want to be an artist is a good investigator."

Bradrow smiled and said something that Drizzt couldn't understand: "I'm planning a major event that will affect the entire Faerun, and the artist is only a temporary identity for this major event. I know this time. Your team is staying in Amn. If it weren't for the busy schedule for the performance, I would have planned to look for you a long time ago. I'm afraid you will leave Amn for Icewind Valley."

The Dark Elf Ranger didn't expect Bredro to speak so frankly in front of him about the whereabouts of the Mithril Squad, and then tell a big secret.

His keen sense of smell as a hunter sensitively perceives that this Mr. Bradlow is definitely not talking frankly, listen to his meaning, there is a place in this big event.

The major event that affects the entire Faerun?

Generally speaking, this kind of thing is never a good thing!

It is as if Sarevok, the overlord of the Iron Throne, planned a major event affecting the entire Faerun a few years ago, trying to become a new generation of the **** of killing, Baal!

Drizzt narrowed his purple eyes and pressed the scimitar at his waist with both hands again.

"There is no need to be so tense."

Bradlow smiled and waved his hand and said, "I'm not ready, and you're not ready. It's still uncertain whether this major event can start. Maybe I'm just talking about it?"

He took another stack of thread-bound books from the dimension bag and handed the stack of books to Drizzt.

After the dark elves took the stack of books vigilantly, Bradro spoke again: "These books are obtained from my travels on the planes. I will give them to you. If you have free time during your journey, You can read it. When we meet again, there will be more common language, and then we will decide whether we will become friends or mortal enemies."

After sneaking in this time, Drizzt had just wanted to get the autographed poster, but he was stuffed with a few books. Although he was puzzled, he didn't refuse it face-to-face out of politeness.

Although the artist Bradrow is mysterious, his attitude has always been humble and peaceful, and he has just received a stack of autographed posters. Drizzt's impression of him is not bad.

There are not many types of books in Faerun Continent. In addition to magic books and gods' scriptures, there are only some historical records and natural history, and then some heroic epics.

Drizzt received a good enlightenment education at the Spider Academy in Morzoberdeen. In addition to the Dark Elf language, he also mastered many foreign languages. This book is written in Faerun Common, but he is not worried about not being able to read it due to language problems. .

It is also a good thing to get books, to spend time in boring travel, and to increase knowledge.

"There are some terms and concepts in the book that you may not understand. If there is a chance to meet again in the future, I will answer them for you."

Watching Drizzt put away the stack of books, Bradero smiled even more, watching the dark elf turn and leave.

Drizzt dived into the shadows and disappeared at the door of the room.

That set of books was co-written by him and Io, and Io’s soul database stores a huge amount of book data, which Io dictated and Luo Feng copied.

Luo Feng had originally planned to visit the Mithril Squad that was looking for Bruno's pink hammer in Amn at this time after the troupe stabilized. He didn't expect that Drizzt would send it to the door by himself. It was a surprise and saved a lot of effort.