Survive the Fourth Natural Disaster

There is no magic to remove dust from the place where the Thieves Guild is located, let alone the bookstore.

Hill glanced at them and just told the thieves inside that he knew they were there and was not very happy. Don't know what happened after coming out and being retaliated.

"Dear Mr. Archmage." Summer cleverly changed the subject, "There are a lot of books today, and many people rushed back before the deadline.

And this time, there are more duplicate books than the previous two days. "

Hill nodded: "It doesn't matter." Of course he knew that there would be many duplicate books, but if he didn't do this, most ordinary adventurers who were illiterate would not work so hard to acquire books.

And their strange behavior will of course attract a lot of attention. There will always be prodigal sons from wealthy families with rich collections who will send books to sell them.

The price given by Hill is uniquely high among the ten towns in Icewind Valley.

Summer smiled happily. He knew that the Archmage with the endless money bag in his hand would not care about such a small amount of money with him.

He picked up his pipe with great satisfaction, took a nice puff, and then continued: "Mr. Archmage, the silly boy next to me went to the town of Bryn Shander. In addition to books, he also collected some A little thing that responds to magic.

There used to be many red-robed mages in that place, but most people didn't understand much about the things they left behind, and they didn't dare to use them.

But the natives of Bryn Shander collected them.

Otherwise, even fragments can cause big trouble.

Beshmit's father was the sheriff of that place, so they asked him to bring them here. They hoped that even if Mr. Archmage didn't buy them, he would be kind enough to tell us what junk these were.

Otherwise, we wouldn’t dare to take it out and throw it away, for fear of being picked up by some desperate guy and causing big trouble.

But it won't work if placed in a warehouse. In just a few years, Bryn Sander's warehouse has exploded several times. "

Hill looked at the small things wrapped in thick fish skin in the huge open box, and the corners of his eyes couldn't help but twitch.

This old man is indeed not a good guy. It is related to the safety of a town. A well-known and kind-hearted archmage like Hill cannot completely ignore him.

If Hill is not afraid of Woking and the Thieves Guild, and is willing to open them one by one, they will not suffer a loss. Even if Hill buys all the good things, they can still learn a lot of knowledge, at least they will discover something and the mage in the future. There is no need to be confused about relevant things.

If Hill is unwilling to waste time and chooses to cover everything, with Hill's wealth and wealth, he will naturally not give less money.

Seeing the calm expression on the old man's face and the hand holding the pipe trying not to shake, Hill simply put away all the 1,000 gold items.

He took a rough look at the number of items in the box, and there should be more than a hundred items. The fish skin only served to prevent vibrations and provide a very rough isolation. If they really allowed them to transport these items back, they would definitely explode halfway through.

But Hill is indeed a little interested in some obscure mana operations, and the average price is less than 10 gold, which is normal on the mainland.

Only Icewind Valley, which is somewhat repulsive to mages, would have such a result of being unable to sell.

Hill suddenly smiled. Judging from the Sheriff and the mayor who did not deal with these things cheaply to the merchants, the town of Bryn Sander is not an easy place for Wojin believers to deal with.

They will now allow these guys to cause trouble on their turf, probably for the large fortune they have on them.

Hill happily put away all the things. I wonder what kind of fun there will be in Icewind Valley! It's best to hold on to his little bell for a long time, and don't let the terrible snowstorm here in winter blow it away.

How could a place that would allow barbarians who believed in Tempus be its magistrates to be so tolerant to Woking's believers?

Ignoring the few splendid small businessmen standing outside the grocery store, Hill flew directly back to the clouds.

No matter where you are, there will be idiots.

These guys probably thought that their products were of high quality and Hill would be interested, so they dared to stand outside and play with Hill but hesitated to talk. They hoped that Hill would take the initiative to ask them what they wanted.

In this case, they are not breaking tradition.

In Toril, or in most fantasy worlds, archmages and nobles rarely deal directly with merchants. They always find a middleman to handle chores.

Someone like Hill who comes forward directly is already very approachable. Most archmages send an apprentice or butler to speak to these small businessmen.

Now that Hill has found Summer in this place, if anyone else has anything they want to sell to him, it would be best to ask Summer to ask Hill if he is interested.

Even powerful officials such as the town mayor will not break this tradition.

But for some merchants who don’t even want to give away any benefits, if they are confident enough in their products, they can of course try to cut off the profits and set up stalls next to the places where Hill must pass with the things they want to sell. That's all. As long as Hill is interested, he will definitely go and watch it.

These rules restrict businessmen, not powerful people like nobles and mages.

But these few businessmen who want to sell things to Hill and don't want to put down their arrogance and set up stalls themselves, Hill really feels that they are probably Wojin's believers. They are the only ones who have been sought after on the mainland for too long. Only then would he completely forget about the world of Toril. Only with great power can he have the capital to be arrogant.

However, I don’t know what good things Wojin’s followers have come up with to tempt him!

Hill was actually a little tempted, but he controlled himself.

The goddess of wealth should come to him herself!

If Wojin really dared to leave his closed kingdom of God in order to kill him, Hill would have to admire this lady!

If you want to kill him completely, the level of the incarnation must be almost the same as the original body. If this is destroyed, Wojin may even collapse the kingdom of God.

Hill believed that he could definitely show her what the world with weak divine power was like.

While he was flying in the air, he was still thinking, why do these people think that he will give them a chance to mark themselves?

Mage is not greedy, but a real mage can always suppress his greed with reason.

He sat in the cloud room, directly set the route back to his floating castle, and began to pack the big box. At the very least, he had to separate all the things, because some of them were about to explode.

Place fragments of sacred objects next to the fragments of evil objects. Either the evil objects will be purified, or the sacred objects will explode because they can't stand it.

Hill was genuinely convinced that this was why their warehouse was going to explode.

There must be no trustworthy legal profession in the town of Bryn Shander. Otherwise, at least these two things would not be piled up in one place.

Hill first put all the things that seemed out of place into a box woven with the branches and leaves of the Trasil Sunflower, and then put the box together into a small pool filled with holy water.

He had no interest in seeing if there were any powerful artifact fragments.

Hill is actually quite worried about his luck. Although the evil camp's artifacts are very deceptive, they are also really powerful.

Luck can sometimes be a double-edged sword. Just because something is powerful doesn't mean it's good. Hill doesn't want to test his willpower.

The reason why Icewind Dale was almost completely destroyed by the red-robed mage apprentice was because of the fragments of the Shadow Stone.

Hill is actually really worried that there is another piece of Bryn Sander Town. There are actually quite a lot of them.

So when he saw all the purple crystal fragments, he threw them all into the holy pool together, regardless of whether there was a dark aura on them.

It's best for normal people not to touch Shar's things.

Before the Shadow Stone is shattered, it can trap even powerful gods to death.

Hill looked at the other items in the box and took out an old canvas with paint on it. It was about two inches wide and eighteen inches long. It looked like an old oil painting that had just been torn up.

Hill was a little suspicious of what the mayor had just collected, and he showed a strange smile.

The sacred power of the goddess of magic, the smell of the magic network.

Hill took it in his hand and quickly sensed what he wanted to see. It was indeed the thing he thought of. Archmage Elminster was originally the incarnation of his predecessor Mystra, Megara Black Eyes. Painting fragments.

This oil painting was hung by Elminster in the Elder's Room of the Tower of Windsong before the death of Mis Drannor.

The ones who destroyed it were the undead in Yinhun City.

The current Mystra has actually been able to observe the Tower of Windsong and Myth Drannor through this oil painting. The ghost's goal this time is there. Of course, after discovering the connection between the oil painting and Mystra, it will tear it up directly. Broken.

This oil painting fragment can be regarded as a kind of holy object. It can add one of the following special effects to the believers of Mystra when casting spells: spell range increase, spell delay, spell fixed release, spell silent cast, and spell widening. Effect.

It was of no use to Hill. What he really cared about was that the appearance of this thing meant that some ghosts chose to hide in Icewind Valley, but somehow lost their lives.

Not just anyone can kill these arcanists in the shadows, it's probably their own doing.

Hill couldn't help but narrowed his eyes: Has this scroll of Nese been obtained by someone?

He rummaged through the remaining strange objects again and found a clue on a broken bag, which was a bronze button sewn at the mouth of the bag: the pattern on it was a harp surrounded by a swirling breeze.

Hill carefully took it apart, and it turned out to be a ring.

He looked at the Ring of Windsong carefully. If the Nese Scroll had been taken away, he should be able to go to the Warlock Tower to have a look, right?