Crown of Chaos

"It seems that the guests here are preparing for the Green Grass Festival."

In the Final Light Hotel, Aaron said this to the demon prince Annuoming.

The morning sun fell in the Final Light Hotel, illuminating the bustling activity around them.

Harpers, dressed in slim-fitting robes, directed members to hang more lanterns on the trees in the hotel yard. There are several oak branches and circles of oak leaves placed at the door, bridge tables are placed in the yard, and each entrance is guarded by carved tree men.

A particularly large number of Harpers gathered here today, and Anomin and Aaron made an appointment to meet here.

The hotel is built on a peninsula of the river, with only a small bridge and nearby swamp paths connecting it to the outside world. The hotel itself also has a small dock port, which can undertake the task of loading and unloading goods. The blacksmith shop serving adventurers is always open. Any new guest can get a delicious glass of ale at the bar.

"The Harper Alliance is planning something recently. They are gathering together, but it is obvious that they do not welcome me. In fact, I have become accustomed to this kind of life."

In more than a year, An Nuoming's whole temperament has undergone tremendous changes. His complexion has become more gloomy, red light flashes in his eyes from time to time, and his body that was originally under-exercised gradually became tall, powerful, and streamlined. There is already a bit of masculine charm under the muscles.

But after experiencing so many things, An Nuoming's eyes are no longer childish, but they have also lost their luster. For him, successful revenge only provides some comfort, and is not enough to rekindle all his enthusiasm for life. .

"You did a good job, Anomin. Although I think some of your methods are a bit too extreme, this is your choice and I will not interfere." Aaron patted Anomin on the shoulder, the son of Pasha His experience gave him the perfect excuse to carry out homomorphic revenge.

"Your Excellency, I helped you find the records of the Xia En Empire..." An Nuoming forced a smile. He was wearing a heavy leather coat and cloak, and only half of his face was exposed to Aaron. The devil prince will find the information Share with Aaron.

The golden giant defeated the Tarrasque beast near the Moonrise Tower, and there was still peace here. Although the battle between the golden giant and the Tarrasque beast was spread into a canyon for several kilometers, the golden giant still felt that he As a good deed for the country, he erected a platform at the place where he defeated the Tarrasque beast to commemorate his achievement.

Tarrasque Behemoth... Aaron remembered that he had seen an illustration of this behemoth in the Cormyr Library. In the illustration, the Tarrasque Behemoth was called "the legendary disaster that destroyed the world" and "eternal death". A powerful incarnation of ".

If you look at it this way, the Tarrasque Behemoth, as a legendary creature, should be one of the most powerful existences in the mortal world.

However, the Elminster illustrated book says otherwise. The great sage expressed his utmost contempt for the Tarrasque beast in his own annotation.

The reason is simple. First of all, the intelligence of the Tarrasque behemoth is basically equal to 0. It only has the most primitive eating instinct and has no resistance to spells.

Then, the Tarrasque behemoth has no long-range attack methods, cannot fly, has no magic attacks, and cannot use magic.

The only thing this legendary creature can boast about is its immortality (unlimited resurrections) and super close combat ability.

So basically anyone who is a legendary strongman can use spells to kill Tarrasque, or use potions and spells to assist, and use long-range attacks to kite it to death.

Tarrasque also received the nicknames "Hurt Tester" and "T-Suffer".

Aaron remembered that one of the raw materials for Karsus's god-making technique was the body part of the Tarrasque beast. However, because this thing can be resurrected infinitely, the great arcanist Karsus found that even if he beat Tarrasque, After being reduced to pieces, the beast's body would begin to reorganize as soon as time was up. As a last resort, Karsus could only use the Nine Rings Prayer Technique to pray to the gods, and finally killed Tarrasque in a complete sense.

Why did Dorn get into a fight with this thing?

Aaron motioned for Anoming to continue.

The files of the Shane Empire record that the golden giant has been looking for a way to completely leave here, but because he is not good at magic, and for some special reasons (does not believe in alien magic), he can only repeatedly Wandering in the country, it seems that like Beelak, the golden giant is also using up a little less power. He was once seven or eight meters tall, but when he was last seen, his stature was only about four meters. .

After defeating Tarrasque, the golden giant heard the legend about the elves' "Eternal Meeting Island" from the aborigines. It was rumored that the Everlasting Island was connected to the outer plane and could directly leave the crystal wall system through the "Great Line". So the golden giant immediately went to sea, and finally disappeared into the vast sea, and there was no news about him again.

"Is that all?" Aaron frowned, and he simply turned to ask Barrel: "Without understanding magic, what is the probability that a demigod can find the Island of Evermeeting by sailing alone?"

"0." Barrel said concisely.

"Very good." Aaron thought that Dorn would not be buried in the belly of the fish in the Traceless Sea: "Do you have any valuable news? Anomin?"

"Yes, Your Excellency, according to my investigation, it seems that the founder of Baldur's Gate, Bodean, is related to this golden giant." Anomin said in a low voice.

According to the investigation of the Demon Prince, Bodean, the founder of Baldur's Gate, once worked as a pirate in his early years and accumulated an astonishing wealth by relying on adventure and privateering. In one of the adventures, Bodean only escaped with his life. He claimed to have obtained the wealth of the golden giant, and the money made him rich again.

"This is the mark attached to the wealth Bode'an gained from that adventure." An Nuoming took out a piece of linen cloth from his arms, with the coat of arms of the Imperial Fist painted on it. Aaron was sure at a glance that this was the genuine Imperial Fist: "That's right."

An Nuoming could only investigate so far. He did not have access to many top-secret files. After such a long time, the specific relics and files about the founder of Baldur's Gate retained by Baldur's Gate have been Very few.

"It seems that we still need to meet the Grand Duke of Baldur's Gate to see if we can find more information about Rogge Dorn from the archives of Baldur's Gate." Aaron finished listening to Anomin After thinking about it for a while, he nodded and said: "You did a good job, An Nuoming, I will give you a higher level reward."

"I can't thank you enough... Oh, by the way, Your Excellency." Anomin suddenly remembered something: "Speaking of the Grand Duke of Baldur's Gate, recently, an Amn man named Takshi suddenly appeared at Baldur's Gate. Rising, he has very strong strength and outstanding skills, and he has also solved the corruption problem of the Winding River. It has been reported more than once that he wants to run for the Grand Duke of Bode."

The Meandering River is a small river north of Baldur's Gate. In the Catastrophe of the Saints, the incarnation of Baal was killed by Cyric using the Scourge Sword here. The filthy blood of the God of Slaughter dyed the entire river red. Originally, The clear and bright river is now only filled with filthy black water.

Aaron narrowed his eyes. Sure enough, someone had arrived early and started to make arrangements.

Taxi? Belak!

The cunning original demon prince seems to have obtained the official status of the Baldur people. He has become a hero in the hearts of the Baldur people by solving the corruption of the Winding River. He wants to obtain the status of the Grand Duke of Baldur through legal and legal means.

Billak had already taken the lead, and even if he arrived immediately, he would still be one step late.

Regardless of other goals, Beelak must also be aiming at the divinity of the sons of Baal.

There can be no rush.

Aaron thought about what he should do.

It is impossible for Be'lakor to take root in Baldur's Gate so quickly. He must have received help from other forces.

Who might be allied with Be'lak?

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At the same time, the Final Light Hotel and the Stables.

"Honey~Honey~Honey~" the eldest lady Charlotte was singing happily, pouring honey into the milk: "Licked the honey~"

"Speed, speed, speed, it will get faster~"

"Honey~honey~honey~licked the honey..."

It’s so fun to go on adventures, Charlotte couldn’t help but think with joy as she watched Aaron’s horse “East China Sea Emperor” licking the iron barrel with its tongue.

She had rarely seen a place as crowded, dirty, smelly, and wonderful as the Final Light Inn.

She was glad that she and Aaron could slip away from Cormyr and venture out.

Aaron was discussing things with Anoming, Eleanor was cleaning the room, and dinner was still a while away. Charlotte felt that she had returned to her previous state. Not only had she experienced civilian life, but more importantly, she had not Surrounded by the endless etiquette and etiquette of life in the palace.

She was starting to get bored. Studying magic was fun, but other classes outside of magic were not. She loved taking dance lessons and flirting with Aaron in private, but she didn't like being told what to do. In Cormyr, She felt like she was on bail awaiting trial to some extent, not like a master but a bit like a prisoner.

Subordinates monitored her every move, and bodyguards followed her everywhere, claiming to protect her.

Charlotte knew she was childish at times, and she should have followed Alice Sayre's advice and stayed in a safe place, but she loved doing it.

It was the kind of adventure she'd dreamed of since she was a little girl.

Charlotte saw people of different races, and lots of them, for the first time.

They hurried through the hotel lobby as if they owned the place, caring less about him than they did about themselves, and Charlotte thought they must be used to seeing a pink-haired man. Miss Warlock, and she was not used to seeing adventurers in the traditional sense.

These adventurers were not dazzling compared to her. There were almost no spellcasters among them. They were heavier than Charlotte, fat and muscular.

They looked clumsy and rough, and their voices sounded like the roars of wild beasts in the jungle. There are many different types of them: tall, pale, well-groomed Sword Coast and Tethyrians; black-robed hawkers on the streets, Calishans from the southern continent carrying scimitars; There were Karatu men in silk robes.

Charlotte understood why some adventurers pretended to despise them - their worlds were two parallel lines.

Ordinary adventurers have a vulgar attitude, rough and straightforward words and gestures, coupled with disgusting vulgarity and stench. Adventurers do not like the eldest lady who is gorgeously dressed and dressed as an aristocrat. However, Charlotte does not. Feeling unwell - she found the different accents, voices, clothes and body language exhilarating, as interesting as any book or poem she had ever read.

Their clothes were coarse and their food smelled of fat, salt, and spices.

Sausages made from some indescribable meat (the eldest guessed it was rat meat) made a sizzling sound when grilled. Grilled fish blackened on the brazier, and ordinary duck brushed with mutton fat are called mutton skewers, and they are openly hawked behind the bar.

Liars, thieves, and prostitutes are the three oldest professions.

Merchants with mint-flavored leather belts strapping their wares to their chests shouted everywhere, with ferocious puppies snarling at their heels.

These people are far from their homes, but somehow they feel at home here, and the buildings in the inn take on a human appearance, the brick buildings forming a tangle with the remnants of older elven architecture. sharp contrast.

The ancient elven palace has been transformed into a vast adventurer's abode and a labyrinth of homes, shops, and docks.

There is no majesty and restraint of urban culture. People bumped into each other in the street and either backed away quickly, reaching for their swords, or grinned, nodded, and walked away.

The adventurer and the blacksmith argue over the price. The prostitute led the drunken sailors into the small room, and the two began to make love in pairs. Strange noises were transmitted through the stone walls.

In a quiet corner, people were playing chess on strange-shaped wooden boards with strange patterns carved on them. She stopped and watched a game. From a few moves, she could tell that the rules of the Sword Coast chessboard were similar to what she was used to. Cormyr Palace rules are no different.

When the adventurers who were playing chess noticed the beautiful pink-haired eldest lady, they all stopped to look at her. Charlotte's charismatic charm not only perfectly exuded her amazing beauty, but also made them think that she should will say something.

So Charlotte held the Cube of Karthus, and she motioned for them to continue, as she did not want to disturb their entertainment.

Under the influence of the magic box, everyone quickly forgot the fact that Charlotte had appeared.

Rugs are hung from wooden shelves overhead to showcase their colours. Perhaps it would have displayed its splendor as intended, had the skylight not been blackened with soot and grime, and the corridor lit only by lanterns and torches.

Charlotte passed by a corner of a small group of mercenaries, and she found a drinker selling beer behind his back. Following his movements, the beer spurted out of the iron backpack behind him and landed in the mug.

The mercenaries looked at her with real menace, and at first Charlotte thought they were as curious about her as they were about themselves, but after a while, Charlotte realized their looks meant something different.

The beer seller was fat and difficult to move. He wore a leather hat with peacock feathers hanging down. He strutted up to the eldest lady, looked around her, and kept staring.

"What do you want, wizard?" he asked, speaking Cormyrian in a garbled mess with his teeth and tongue. His pronunciation was poor and his command of grammar non-existent, but it was surprising nonetheless. Because it was like listening to a dog that had learned to talk, and it made Charlotte laugh.

"It's obvious that you've been staring at me, you drunkard." Charlotte activated the Karthus Box calmly.

The liquid in the Drunkard's mug quickly changed from a cloudy malt liquor to Veritaserum, a potion that required a complicated process to be made in Charlotte's Magic Workshop.

The glass bottle in the Missy's space bag was refilled with ordinary ale.

"Gah~" The drunkard burped, not realizing that what he was drinking had changed: "I am following my father's order to find out what you are planning to do."

"Father's order? Who is your father?"

"Of course it's the lord of the Moonrise Tower, General Catheric!"

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Today is August 24th, here to commemorate our boss, the Black Mamba will never be forgotten!

I look forward to the boss winning the resurrection match against the cook and the return of the king.