The Heavens: Hogwarts Transfer Students

The battle underground at the Iron Guard Foundry was quickly resolved. Later, Lind controlled the Iron Guard to take the freight elevator to the surface factory and wipe out the remaining Bane believers.

At this point, the entire factory area has been completely cleared.

Zannah Tubin was awakened by the roar of the engine. He heard many fierce yells and screams. The battle was quite fierce. Two Iron Guards were damaged, and the self-destruction explosion shook the Gray Harbor dock.

When the fierce noise subsided, he cautiously arrived at the factory, where his colleagues cheered together.

From the mouths of these freed slaves, they learned that three strangers saved them.

"It's them." Zana was worried. This was different from what he thought. He thought those people would carefully explore the location of the prison, rescue all the hostages, and then come back to help them defeat the Bane followers.

Now that we have broken up with the followers of Ben, I am afraid that the hostages will die violently.

"What should we do? By the way, why didn't our collar explode? Tell me exactly what happened." Zana was so anxious that he was sweating.

"Ah, we don't know that either. Hey, ask them, they are the parties involved."

As soon as Gale and Jaheira came out of the freight elevator, they were surrounded by a group of craftsmen asking questions.

The Archmage of Waterdeep City is very good at teaching others. He briefly explained the role of Linde.

"...Anyway, now we are the controllers of the Iron Guard."

The expressions of these workers changed and they looked at each other in horror.

"My lord. Do you need anything?"

Gale was stunned and laughed, "I misunderstood, we are here to rescue you, how can we threaten you with a collar? Besides, don't you guys know the lady next to me? She is Jaheira!"

The title of Baldur Hero Jaheira is also very easy to use. A familiar character in the childhood stories of children who grew up in this city.

"Take off your collars and break these damn shackles." Jaheira smiled.

As the collars fell off one after another and fell to the ground with a clang, some craftsmen covered their faces and sobbed, shouting like wild beasts crying in the moon. They are the survivors of this disaster.

Zana asked eagerly: "Is your other companion not injured? Why doesn't he come up?"

"Oh, this is because Linde needs to stay connected to the host, and he can't get away for the time being. But someone will come to take over the work soon."

The door of the steel factory was pried open by the adventurers, and they walked in openly. Gale and Jahira greeted them with smiles.

Constantine put his hands behind his back and took the freight elevator directly to the control center.

This genuine Soul Eater looked around at the hundreds of undead tadpole brains on the walls on both sides of the control center, and squirmed his tentacles slightly - he was a little hungry.

It's like putting a big eater on a buffet, it's hard not to be greedy.

However, undead brains are not considered serious food, and eating them will only cause stomach upset.

The brains eaten by the mind flayers must be alive and full of strong emotions, so that when the gray matter is devoured, the food will taste appealing and the psychic essence absorbed will be nutritious.

Linde was still floating in the air.

Constantine chuckled: "Look, you are more like an illithid than me now. Judging from your appearance, this is the beginning of transformation, an unprecedented state. You are neither a human nor a mind flayer, but a special intermediate state."

"They are all mortal bodies, like humans or like mind flayers, what difference does it make." Linde's tone was calm and a little divine, "Come on, take over this host, you should be more skilled than me."

A branch of the psychic optical fiber extending from the top of the ball-shaped host was connected to the back of Constantine's head.

This soul-eating monster released its disguise, and its body floated under the influence of ocean-like spiritual energy.

At the same time, Linde landed offline. He felt nauseated, his vision was narrowed, his limbs were slightly numb, and his brain was like a rusty gear set.

There was a price to pay for forced connection to the grid, and he had to get a good night's sleep to make up for it.

Constantine sighed with satisfaction, "My control over this city has never been so strong. Belina should know this news so that she can adjust her strategy in time."

"Are you ready to become the underground emperor of Baldur's Gate?" Lind asked.

There were only two of them in the control center at this time.

Constantine nodded naturally: "Yes." Then he shook his head, "No."

"It seems that you have something to say. I would like to hear the details."

"Lind, how much do you know about Baldur's Gate? Do you know the city's power structure, the smallest unit of society, and the organizational model of the city government?"

“All I can say is it’s a pretty liberal city.”

"Yes, it's too free. It's completely disorganized. The city's administrators, on the surface, are the city government, the Zonggui Council and the Four-member Committee, but in fact its influence is quite limited.

"The grassroots level is popular autonomy. Criminal guilds and mutual aid associations control more than 80% of the citizens and penetrate into every aspect of life. High Duke Ravengard cannot interfere with a citizen's food, clothing, housing and transportation, but mutual aid associations can."

"You think this is bad?" Linde was slightly surprised. His thinking was very slow now, and he just felt that this was not something the pirate Bodean would say, but it was something a prince would consider.

Orpheus is the destined king of the Githyanki race, and this race is entirely an army. Orpheus is also the equivalent of a warlord, and the entire race takes orders from him. No matter how kind his personality is, this will not change.

Constantine clearly saw Baldur's Gate as his domain and wanted to change the city.

"It's time to drive the greedy and incompetent Zonggui off the stage. How can we do good politics with these insects? This city needs a powerful institution to integrate resources and unite the people."

The Soul Eater raised his hands in the air and declared as if chanting.

Linde yawned.

Constantine was stunned for a moment and asked in a relaxed tone: "Aren't you interested?"

"Politics, the mortal art of management. Ah, but I'm past the stage where I need to think about politics."

Linde yawned again and squeezed tears from the corners of his eyes, "It's up to you, Constantine, but you have to be very careful not to anger the gods, especially the good camp, otherwise you may be removed from the church one day. A dozen paladins appeared and treated you as the team boss."

Soul Eater nodded, "Of course I understand. I am not trying to satisfy my ambition to rule the world, but I want to bear the gloom of hundreds of years in this city and transform it into a better place. Of course, there is no need to continue to believe in the Three Gods of Death." It continues in Baldur's Gate, so their filthy bloodline can be cut off as soon as possible."

"Okay. I'll leave first then."

Constantine remained alone in the control center while Lind went upstairs to join his companions.

Zannah Tubin thanked him and once again asked the adventurers to rescue their loved ones.

"It's a simple matter. Let's go to the Iron Throne tomorrow and bring people out."

The next day, the adventure team found the submarine hidden in the sewers, sailed all the way to the Iron Throne Prison, defeated the sahuagin guards inside, and returned with all the hostages.

The whole process went smoothly, and Gotash was powerless to stop it. Of course he was furious, but he couldn't do anything except yell at them through the communication mirror that they were thieves.

The Gond followers were reunited with their families, and the Gond sect of Baldur's Gate formed a strong alliance with the adventuring party.

A group of skilled craftsmen joined the camp, and they were able to create many useful products for Linde, such as a solid and durable hell iron musket, paired with rune gunpowder, which is much more powerful than a crossbow.