An ordinary fantasy adventure in the continent of Faerun

Palestine left with the rest of the Flame Fist. The bodies were still there. Others would come to clean up after a while. They had to take the survivor back to the Feilongyan Fortress and keep a close watch on them.

As for the bodies, they were not important. Although there was a spell called "Talking with the Dead" in this world, which could be used to obtain information from the dead, the process in which Noshir killed those people was too brutal, causing these bodies to completely lose the ability to speak.

Chop up by a flying axe, beheaded, chest exploded, half of the head smashed, the only one who could possibly get some information from the body was the deformed monster with both arms cut off. Palestine also left with the body.

Noshir looked at the few Flame Fist soldiers who stayed behind. Their armor was bright, their weapons were sharp, and they were disciplined. Even if their leader left, they still guarded the door dutifully. They were undoubtedly the real elite.

A soldier left the team and went outside to disperse the curious people. Another soldier followed him with a weapon in hand, keeping a close eye on any disturbance. Noshier asked the remaining two soldiers to help him move the store manager and others to the ventilation vent, bandaged their wounds and stopped the bleeding, and asked a Flame Fist to go to the Temple of Mercy in Rivington to find one of his companions.

The elite Flame Fist nodded, then turned around and handed the task to another team of Flame Fists. Two people from that team went to Rivington, and the rest maintained order outside the store.

"Our first priority is to protect you. This is a direct order from Lord Palestine. We will respect and meet your secondary requirements, but your safety is the first priority now, so please try not to leave our sight."

The soldier said to Noshier, and what could Noshier say?

Noshir: "...I'm just a little surprised that there are people like you who are so loyal to their duties in the Flame Fist."

Soldier: "We are the direct guards of Lord Palestine, and we are not ordinary soldiers."

The soldier answered this question proudly.

Noshir: "Then I hope you can give me some private space later. I have something to talk to the boss about."

Soldier: "Okay, we will guard the entrance here, please feel free to do anything after that."

Noshir: "Thank you."

After more than ten minutes, the paralyzed people gradually recovered.

"Uh, ha! Those damned ones! Despicable bastards! Somi will chop off their heads!"

"Tain too!"

The two orc bodyguards with the best physique got rid of the paralysis effect first. They covered their wounds and climbed up, cursing those damn assassins together, and then the two dwarves and the half-elf.

"Bless Selune, I thought I was dead. Thank you! My friend from the Green Garden."

"I am Gerardus (half-elf), happy to serve you."

The half-elf said to Noshir elegantly, while the other dwarf shouted rudely.

"My arm! It seems that I can't move it for a while. I am Sonos, and I am also very grateful for your help."

"Somi also thanks you for your help."

"Tain too!"

Noshir just waved his hand in a friendly manner. Although the process was thrilling, he did not suffer any injuries in this operation, and there were no casualties, so he personally did not have any strong feelings, but just felt more refreshed after the fight.

"Father of the Dwarves, it's crazy. I thought those people were guests, but he came up and stabbed me! Those damn lunatics!"

The manager of this adventure goods store, Ensor Danseron, also regained control of his body. He first cursed the shock he received today, venting his fear in this way.

However, the store manager and his friends were all genuine old Baldur people. In this dangerous city, the risk of death was always there, and danger was the norm, so they quickly regained their usual calmness.

"Thank you very much, young man. Without you, who knows what kind of misfortune we would have suffered today?"

After Ensor finished speaking, he glanced at the Flame Fist guarding the door, then waved to Nosir, indicating that they should go to the next room to talk.

Nosir followed Ensor to that room, accompanied by Gerardus and Sonos, who were also harpists. Somi and Tain, two burly orcs, each picked up a huge axe from the weapon rack next to them, and then stood at the door to guard it.

Ensor pulled out a few chairs, motioned for everyone to sit down, and then said to Nosir.

"Although I have said it before, I still want to thank you again for your kindness. You saved our lives. We will definitely repay this favor. We swear in the name of Moradin, the father of the dwarves."

Ensor's voice was very firm, so Noshiel didn't say anything to spoil the fun, but just nodded and agreed to this promise.

The half-elf Gerardus said to Noshiel.

"By the way, you said before that you came to the Harpers to seek help, but the Green Garden should know that the Harpers have already rushed to Eltoril. I'm afraid we can't provide much help in terms of manpower, but can only provide some information."

Noshiel: "In fact, what I need is support in terms of intelligence."

Then Noshir explained in detail the purpose of his visit to Baldur's Gate, explained to them that he was a fugitive from Eltoril, and revealed some of his doubts to them.

"In short, I suspect that there is a traitor in Eltoril, and this traitor has escaped to Baldur's Gate."

"The evidence is the recent disappearance of Grand Duke Ravengard. I need to know who in Baldur's Gate contributed the most to the Grand Duke's visit to Eltoril?"

The two harpists looked at each other. Noshir saw that what they saw was not simple, so he asked them.

"You seem to know something, can you tell me?"

Geraldus hesitated for a while, and then decided to speak to Noshir.

"In fact, there are already such speculations within the Harpers, but due to the rules of Baldur's Gate, we have almost no members in the upper city, so we are not very clear about this information."

"Only the other three dukes have the ability to influence the Grand Duke, but the other three dukes are very capable people. Their whereabouts are kept very secret. Even with the intelligence network of the Harpers, it is impossible to accurately detect their movements. In addition, our organization is relatively loose, and we often cannot detect those truly high-end secrets."

The dwarf Sonos said at this time.

"But we still have a source of intelligence. Our leader, Ms. Jaheira, knows a very dangerous person. A few days ago, the lady wanted to ask her for help, but that person refused to help us."

This person should be Nine-Fingered Keen, the boss of the Baldur's Gate Thieves Guild, and he seems to have an unclear relationship with Jaheira.

"Just when our investigation lost clues, Master Harsin of your Greenwood suddenly sent us a message."

"It seems that the devil has withdrawn, and now Avernus has started a new round of bloody battles. The leaders of many forces and organizations have rushed to the main fortress of Dawn. They are now discussing how to take this opportunity to recapture Eltoril."

Geraldus immediately took up the conversation excitedly.

"Many big names have gone there. Archmage Silvera of Candlekeep, Archmage Traxigo, and the Griffin Knights of Waterdeep have set out for the fortress. The Grey Guards of Neverwinter are preparing for battle."

"And Lady Jaheira has also gone there. Maybe we shouldn't worry about this. After all, if even they can't save the city, what can we do?"