Crown of Chaos

The Callan Hotel stands alone in the wilderness of Cormyr. It is a magnificent building with five floors and as huge as a castle. In addition to the main castle, the Callan Hotel also has a three-meter-high wall. With two auxiliary buildings, a small blacksmith shop, a stable, a livestock pen and a large cistern, the hotel was obviously designed to withstand a long siege.

Most of the wilderness hotels in the country have certain fortress functions.

Aaron recognized the owner of the Karan Hotel. He was a half-elf named Tamar Qiaoya. He was almost seventy years old this year, which was in his prime for a half-elf. He had a long horse face and regular features. , always like to stand behind the bar and listen to the stories of travelers.

Tamar-Qiaoya's camp is the chaotic good camp. This guy often goes his own way. Running the hotel has brought him huge profits, making him very rich. He also likes to lend money here, but he rarely lends it to capricious foreign adventures. Or, Tamar-Qiaoya hates credit, and almost no one can give credit to his hotel. However, this half-elf shopkeeper is also very charitable. If the adventurer really has no money, he can just say something at the bar, and he can get a full cup. of barley wine, two crusty pieces of black bread, and a piece of bacon.

Food is free, and adventurers only need to share their nearby experiences with the boss.

In Cormyr, many large carriage hotels in the wild are run by half-elves or elves. There is a reason for this. The specific content is too long and I will talk about it when I have a chance. To summarize briefly, the area where the Kingdom of Cormyr is located was originally a diverse area of ​​elves. It was part of the empire. Later, with the rise of humans, the elves chose to withdraw from this area, leaving the land here for humans to multiply, cultivate, and teach humans magic and skills.

Just like the American Empire owes the Indians, the Cormyrians also owe more or less to the elves. Even the most extreme and fanatical Cormyrians cannot deny the contribution of the elves to the kingdom.

There are quite a few guards at the hotel, twenty or thirty people. In addition, there are several guards from Heim, the God of Guard, standing guard here. The holy emblem of Heim, the God of Guard, is engraved on both sides of the iron gate.

Having this holy emblem engraved on the door of the hotel means that all feuds and disputes will be resolved outside the iron gate of the hotel. If you still use weapons and magic inside the door, then don't blame the guards of Heim, the God of Protection, for being ruthless. ——They have obtained the qualification to legally kill the troublemaker.

The wanderers and barbarians who pioneered the way have arrived at the gate of the Karan Hotel under the light of dusk. The stone buildings in the distance seem to be plated with gold under the light of the setting sun, and the rising smoke forms a beautiful scene. Medieval scroll.

The iron gate under the three-meter-high city gate of the hotel was getting closer and closer. Ferrara waved his hand to the mercenary group to stop temporarily. He came to Aaron in person: "Sir, we are here."

"Go in when you get there. What are you waiting for me to do?" Aaron smiled half-heartedly.

"Haha, sir, you are joking. We are not locals of Cormyr. We are not familiar with this place and we don't know what the rules are. Please give us your instructions and we will just follow them." Ferrara bowed down and said humbly.

"Well, if that's the case, then let me do it." Aaron nodded slowly, adjusted his robe and collar in the disdainful eyes of the pastor lady, and then strode towards the few people at the iron gate. The Helm guard walked away.

There is a notice board outside the hotel's walled gate.

"Due to the recent situation, the regent of the Kingdom of Cormyr, the Second Princess Alice-Obeszil issued an order."

"1. All persons entering Cormyr must register with officers stationed at the border."

"2. Foreign currencies can only be used in specific locations. Please exchange your currency for the Golden Lion of Cormyr as soon as possible."

"3. Adventurers must obtain a license before conducting any operations as a group."

"Four. All weapons must be kept peacefully. The only people with immunity are members of the chartered adventure group and mercenary groups who can provide proof of employment."

"5. It is forbidden to harm cats."

"6. Bow to the royal family and local nobles."

"7. The Purple Dragon Knight has the right to search you upon request."

"8. Hunting on private property is prohibited."

"Stop!" The guards of Helm have been staring at this group of uninvited guests for a long time. They all put their hands on the hilts of their swords, warning Ferrara and his party. However, the mercenaries did not step into their guarding range, so Can only stand.

After seeing Aaron approaching, they immediately made a stop gesture: "Please show your identification and permit certificate!"

Aaron nodded, and he took out his noble identity document from his arms.

"It turns out to be His Excellency Viscount Salian, welcome!" Guard Heim took the document, glanced at it, and immediately saluted: "It's my duty, please forgive me."

Ferrara quickly called the mercenaries through.

"Wait a minute! The guard stopped Ferrara's little moves: "Your Majesty the Viscount, are these mercenaries... hired by you? "

"Yes, they are the guards I hired." Aaron nodded calmly.

"Do you have a license or proof of employment?" The Helm guard refused. The bearded armored warrior held a spear in one hand and held the hilt of the sword at his waist with the other: "This is a rule."

"You need proof of employment?"

"Sorry, Your Excellency Viscount, we don't mean to make things difficult, but rules are rules, and everyone must abide by them."

"If you want proof of employment, can I write one to you now?" Aaron took out a pen and ink from the package, and said with a half-smile: "I remember that only the Purple Dragon Knight has this kind of power. "

"..." Now we have entered the knowledge blind spot of the guards in Heim.

As guards, these hotel guards who believe in the God of Protection have the right to require visitors to show identification and foreign adventurer activity permit certificates.

As a local nobleman of Cormyr, Aaron only needs to show proof of identity, and he has the authority to issue license certificates, or in other words, he is a humanoid movable license certificate.

As guards, the Helm believers have no right to ask Aaron to do anything, especially to ask Aaron to write a special permission letter for this purpose. They do not have such power. This kind of power is only possessed by the Purple Dragon Knight.

This kind of self-contradictory situation often occurs among the guards in Heim. The guards look at me and I look at you, but no one dares to make a decision to release them.

"Excuse me, please wait a moment while we go in and explain the situation to the innkeeper and ask him to make a fair decision."

The Heim guards went in, and Miss Priest walked slowly to Aaron's side and said in a disdainful tone: "They are always like this."

"Them, the Helm guards?"

"The guards of the Guardian God are like the Guardian God, with only granite in their heads. They will only act according to death orders, whether the order is to protect the ruins of the city hotel from the threat of wild creatures, or to suppress the poor old and weak. Women and children, drive the few kind-hearted lycanthropes out of the settlement. They will only execute the plan without asking why. They are like puppets without emotions, willing to be puppets." Eleanor clearly had an impression of the God of Guardians. Very poor: "They don't even deserve to be called alive."

"If it weren't for the foolish decision of the Guardian God in the turbulent years, the Magical Lady would not have fallen because of this. The Guardian God must bear at least 50% of the responsibility for the disasters that destroyed countless families." Eleanor continued. Said: "I simply can't imagine that these believers of the God of Protection can still stand here with dignity and shamelessly treat everything as if it has never happened. It is simply disgusting."

Aaron was silent when he heard this, he still knew about this.

The former God of Guard Heim had considerable influence in most places in the entire country. As an original guardian and an always vigilant guard, God of Guard Heim always followed the orders of the god AO to protect and protect the people. Monitoring the entire country, he is lawful to a very extreme level. When he accepts a task, he will carry it out completely and thoroughly, with almost no mercy, unless the target is a child - Heim likes children very much. , so only when facing underage children, the God of Guardian will consider whether to be lenient.

The church of Heim was once considered the "Shield of Civilization" and was especially famous for producing excellent guards. People trusted Heim guards and regarded them as the most reliable defenders. Most of the good-hearted gods had a relationship with Heim. good.

Until the catastrophe of the Saint.

During the Saint Catastrophe, the gods were knocked down from the mortal world and forced to walk in the form of saints. However, Heim received the order of AO to prevent all gods from returning to their own kingdom. The God of Guardians opened the "urban management authority" Stay on the highest ladder.

This eventually led to the fall of the second generation of the Magic Goddess, which made the kind-hearted gods angry. She turned a blind eye to the countless disasters in the country and revealed her true face to mortals - obeying orders, adhering to duties, regardless of good or evil.

His soul is colder than stone.

Therefore, after the Saint's Catastrophe ended, both mortals and gods were disgusted by the performance of the God of Guardians. No matter how the Church of Helm tried to remedy and restore its strength, it was an indisputable fact that Helm's influence in the country had declined significantly.

Aaron thought to himself that it was actually hard to say that Heim was at fault in this matter - He just fulfilled his orders faithfully. It was obviously the second-generation magic goddess who wanted to take advantage of loopholes and take shortcuts that led to her downfall.

However, the original intention of the Goddess of Magic was to end this disaster as soon as possible and to try to tell AO the truth about the catastrophe. She was running for the safety of mortals. In comparison, Heim's indifference seemed very bad, very bad.

Eleanor is a devout believer of the Silver Virgin, and the Silver Virgin Suellen is a staunch ally with the goddess of magic. It is difficult for the priest lady not to have a bad feeling for the guardian god.

"Miss Eleanor, I think what you said is not unreasonable, but... at least you can stand here and criticize the Helm guards arbitrarily, and they can't do anything to you. Am I right?" Aaron sighed softly. He took a breath: "Can you do it in a different place?"

The pastor lady was stunned.

"His Excellency Viscount Salian! Is this His Excellency Viscount Salian?!" A middle-aged half-elf trotted up to Aaron under the escort of several guards. He held Aaron's hands excitedly: "Come on, let's Uncle, please give your hand a good shake and you have grown so big in just a few years?"

"Uh..." This was obviously Tamar Qiaoya, and Aaron was overwhelmed by the enthusiasm of the half-elf hotel owner.

"Oh, your father and I are old friends. I feel very sad about what happened to them, but don't mention the past anymore. Come on, come in quickly and let me introduce you to everyone!" The half-elf hotel owner directly held one of Aaron's hands. A human woman next to him, who didn't know whether she was his second or third wife, held Aaron's other hand and carried him directly into the hotel: " The last Salian!”

"Well..." Under the watchful eyes of everyone, along with the faint light of the setting sun, Aaron was carried into the hotel by a group of people.

"Please come in, everyone." Since the hotel owners behaved like this, the Heim guards had no reason to stop them.

He was always so popular everywhere. Looking at Aaron's back surrounded by people as he entered the hotel door, Miss Pastor felt a little bit of envy deep in her heart.

She once had a popular darling, the focus of the crowd, and the half-elf lady used to enjoy it... Until one day when she was attacked, she realized that everyone surrounded her not because of how good she was, but because of her beauty. Appearance.

She was so disappointed that she wore a face covering from that day on.

Sure enough, after she put on the mask, everyone around her left one after another, which made her feel even more lost. What Eleanor hated most was that others regarded her as a "beauty" instead of an "excellent priest." .

Ferrara's mercenary group quickly loaded the goods into the city wall. When Eleanor saw that the wanderer was sweating from exhaustion, she couldn't help but asked with concern: "Have you been waiting here for a long time?"

"It didn't take long, my lady, we just stayed here for a while, and we felt your arrival." The short wanderer smiled playfully. He deliberately made a face and said wisely: "I can smell it from so far away. Here we are, madam, the smell on your body, hehe, is quite pungent."

The wind as sharp as a steel knife swept through the dark night sky, and the pressure coming from Miss Priest directly made the little wanderer sit down on the ground.

"F-ma'am?" The little wanderer was frightened. He saw that Miss Priest's body was trembling slightly, especially her hands.

She was emotional, but forced herself to endure it.

"If you don't want to die, don't come close to me." After a few seconds, the priestess slowly turned around and left. She reached out and brushed her robe that was stained with bugbear brains, frowning.

Smell, huh?

Yes, I was originally a priest who walked on the road of blood, cutting through all things in the name of Selun, and pursuing the original light.

I am neither human nor elf, and I have no destination.

If I lose my faith again, I will have nothing.

But at least, at least... Eleanor tightened the warhammer around her waist, and she held the small pendant on her chest almost like grabbing a life-saving straw.

I am too weak now and have no qualifications to save others.

The great and supreme Holy Mother of Silver!

what do I do?

The priest lady walked away. The mercenary leader Ferrara and his deputy Montero looked at each other and signaled the wanderer to hide elsewhere.

"How is it?" Montero whispered: "Do you want to continue?"

"No, just finish this order properly." Ferrara glared at his deputy in warning: "I now believe that meeting the Viscount is Taimora's blessing."

"When this order is completed, we must go to the Taimora Temple in Susar to donate a little to express our gratitude to her for her kindness."

"If everything goes well, of course." Montero believed that they were very lucky this time.

"If everything goes well, we might be able to cooperate with His Excellency the Viscount in the future, so that we can be in Zambia..."

"Did you feel it? This Viscount's magic and his charm are a bit abnormal!"

"What kind of nobleman needs a priest to follow him?"

updated! I updated two chapters today! I am amazing!

There are no saved manuscripts at all, woo woo woo~