An ordinary fantasy adventure in the continent of Faerun

"Just call me Scar."

Ska responded to this kindness, and Vika's appropriate enthusiasm gave Ska a little more confidence in this purpose. His divine perception did not sense the flow of devils in this temple.

It seems that Baldur's Gate has not been completely infiltrated by demons like Eltoril. This is a good thing. Nohir's previous worries should be unnecessary.

Although he was thinking this in his heart, he still retained a sense of caution. After responding to Vika's warm hospitality, Ska proposed to find a secluded place to explain in detail the reason for his arrival.

"Of course, I apologize to you again for the recklessness of the previous apprentice. Now please come with me, Mr. Scar, and we will discuss it in detail in the back."

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"This is it. The confidentiality of the rooms here is very good. When we have something to ask adventurers, we always receive them here. We can talk freely here without worrying about any possible trouble."

Vika led the team to the backyard of the hall, and then opened the door of a room. The decoration inside was very simple, with only a table and a few chairs.

These pieces of furniture look very small, but most of them are made of brass. If you look closely, you can feel that they are different from ordinary furniture.

Vika took out the tea set from the nearby shelf and placed it on the table, and greeted Ska warmly.

"Please sit down. I was not far away before, so I probably heard the purpose of your coming. But please forgive me for asking, are you really from Eltoril that has disappeared?"

After Scar walked in and looked around and found no danger, he walked into the room and responded calmly to Vika.

"Yes, and when that tragedy happened, I was not far away...I saw the whole disaster with my own eyes."

Vika was obviously a little sad when she heard these words.

"Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry sir, but please believe that we are as sad as you are because our Grand Duke was also missing in that disaster."

As Vika spoke, she took out the kettle and made some tea.

"Previously, Duke Gao visited Eltoril as an envoy for the sake of peace between the two cities. Almost all the people in Baldur's Gate knew about it. The people in both cities were looking forward to a peaceful and happy ending. The bad news came suddenly.”

Vika stretched out her hand to hold the chair on the other side, and the chair suddenly rose to a higher level.

Scar could feel that there was no fakeness in his sadness. He confirmed that the Gond believer in front of him was a friend and not an enemy, and then sat on the chair at Vika's greeting.

Vika was also sitting on another chair, and he didn't know where he pressed it. The table and chair in front of him suddenly rose to the right position. He pushed the tea in front of Scar, and he also raised it and took a sip. Then continue to talk to him.

"The Grand Duke is a very charismatic leader. I sincerely hope that this disaster can end soon, so although there have been some gossips in the city recently, I will not believe those crazy words. I assure you that I am deeply concerned about Alto The Riel people have no prejudices.”

Gossip? bias?

"What kind of gossip? What kind of prejudice? I have only been in Baldur's Gate for a short time. Did something happen during this time?"

Vika put down the teacup.

"Ah, you haven't heard of it, but that's normal. After all, this kind of crazy talk has been circulating in some places in the upper city in the past few days, and no one except fools will believe it."

"Although I don't know where these words came from, there are indeed some people who have been secretly inciting public sentiment recently, saying that the disappearance of Duke Gao is a conspiracy of the Eltoril people... What idiots, the whole city They all fell, but just to drag one person to the funeral? Only a fool would believe such nonsense."

Vika was very contemptuous of this inferior trick. This clumsy strategy was simply making everyone look stupid, but Ska didn't think so.

Once is a lie, twice is a rumor, and three times is the truth. Not all people have the ability to firm up their own ideas, and these remarks against the surviving people of Eltoril are being deliberately spread by people with intentions. Just wait for time. Fermentation can have dire consequences.

Whoever is spreading these words wants chaos in Baldur's Gate, dammit! It seems that Nohir's worries have come true. If the mastermind behind the scenes is not found out soon, the surviving people of Eltoril may not be able to get friendly help from the city when they come to Baldur's Gate. .

Scar's face was a little ugly, which made Vika on the opposite side a little worried. Although he had not seen the tragic scene of Eltoril falling into hell with his own eyes, he could imagine what it was like just from the words in the newspaper. It was an incomparable and terrible disaster. He was a little worried that his words would remind Ska of that terrible memory, so he quickly added.

"But don't worry, Gond believers will respect all people from Eltoril, and if the surviving people come here, we will help them as much as possible."

But in fact, there is no need for Vika's comfort. Ska quickly stabilized his emotions on his own. He is only the last step away from the truth, so he will never be defeated by the memories of the past.

He looked at Vika, shook his head in response to his worried expression, forced a smile and said.

"Thank you for your sense and support for the people of Eltoril. In this critical moment, we welcome any friendly smile."

Vika also smiled cheerfully.

"I am just following the teachings of Gund. Gund's teachings tell us that the miracle messenger only gives the most brilliant smile to inventions recognized by everyone."

The miracle messenger refers to Gund, the god of invention, and this sentence is also the first sentence Gund told his believers, which is His original oracle.

Skar finally smiled sincerely. The kindness from strangers is always inspiring.

"Thank you very much. On behalf of the people of Eltoril, I thank you for your help, but let's get back to the point."

"I have a mechanical creation that should be very attractive to you. According to my companion, it is of extraordinary value. I want to sell it to you."

"Then your companion is really a scholar and knows us very well. You are right to listen to your companion, Mr. Scar. There is no place in Baldur's Gate that is more interested in mechanical inventions than the Gond believers. It is right to find us for such things."

Vika responded to Scar with a smile.

"Since the forerunners set up the temple in Baldur's Gate, we have been declaring that we are willing to offer a high price for any rare mechanical creation. If you really have a rare creation from Hell, the Gond believers are willing to pay a lot of money to buy it."

"We can even pay 20% more. The extra money will be used to support the surviving people in Eltoril. This should be enough to prove that what I said before is not empty talk."

But Scar was not moved by the extra premium. Instead, he frowned and asked with some doubt.

"Although I am from Eltoril, I seem to have never admitted that the items in my hands are from Hell. Why are you so confident?"

"This, of course, is because you are from Eltoril, and the devil army has recently appeared there. This is not a particularly secret information for us. You said it was a rare mechanical creation, so I naturally thought of it that way."

This reason was barely convincing, but not enough, so Scar did not stop, but continued to ask.

"Okay, I believe this explanation, but are the creations from hell really so attractive? Aren't all objects from hell ominous to the world?"

"Even if you are a believer in the Miracle Messenger, is your pursuit of this evil creation a bit too serious? Is there anything I don't know?"

Skar looked at him sharply, and Vika was speechless by the sharp words and the overwhelming momentum. He opened his mouth as if he wanted to explain, but stopped at the tip of his tongue.

Although the real reason why he needed the creations from hell was not a shameful conspiracy, it was hard to believe if he told the truth, and this matter was related to their latest invention, but for now, this item was still in the confidentiality stage, and he couldn't disclose it at will even if the person in front of him was a holy warrior.

This sudden silence made Scar nervous, his pupils shrank suddenly, and he could hardly control his right hand to pick up the war hammer hanging on his waist, but fortunately Vika also understood his concerns in an instant, and he immediately waved his hands frantically and explained loudly.

"No, no, no! Calm down! It's definitely not what you think!"