Lord God Investigator

Drizzt turned into a blurry shadow, and his steps were as light as a cat's. When he walked past the Amn guards, he didn't make the slightest sound, even though he would squeak when ordinary people stepped on him. on the creaky wooden stage floor.

In the darkness of the Underdark, sound is the key for many dark creatures to judge the surrounding environment. Drizzt's silent action skills have reached an incredible level, and it is easy to deceive the five senses of several soldiers.

Bypassing the backstage entrance guarded by the guards, Drizzt let go of his senses and sensed the breath of the performer Bredlow he had remembered from watching the performance before.

He easily found the scent in a lounge. The Dark Ranger quietly came to the door of the lounge, tried to push the door, and found that the lounge was not locked.

"Please come in."

Bredro's invitation suddenly came from the lounge, and Drizzt was shocked. He never thought that his stealth would be noticed. Even though his silent actions did not make any sound, the people in the room detected him.

Since Xingzang was exposed, Drizzt simply opened the door and walked in.

Bredlow was sitting in front of the dressing table in the lounge. He had just taken off his makeup and looked at this uninvited guest with interest.

"Although you are covering your face, it doesn't look like you are a shadow thief."

The performer squinted his eyes and observed Drizzt carefully: "What a beautiful eye color. If I guess correctly, you are probably the famous ranger."

Drizzt's right hand was pressed on the handle of the scimitar at his waist. The performer's aura now was completely different from that on the stage.

He felt vaguely in danger, just like when he first met Guenhwyvar and was stared at by a celestial black panther.

The artist could easily see through the shadows of a dark elf, and even revealed his identity as soon as he opened his mouth. All this made Drizzt have to be wary.

"Don't worry, I have no ill intentions towards you. On the contrary, I think we will become good friends."

Bradero stood up and walked towards Drizzt with a smile on his face. He stretched out his right hand and made a grasping motion. His hand hung in the air, waiting for the Dark Ranger's response.

This kind of etiquette is rare in the continent of Faerûn. It is different from the chest-beating ceremony of dwarves, and even more inhuman chest-stroking ceremony. It is somewhat similar to the fist-bumping ceremony of barbarians. Drizzt was a little hesitant, but he did not hesitate. After a while, he let go of his hand on the handle of the knife and reached over to hold it with Bradero.

Bradlow shook his arm vigorously, completing this nondescript ritual.

Drizzt raised his hood and took off his hood, revealing his true face. He stared at the artist and said, "Mr. Bredreau, I only planned to sneak in and ask you for a signed poster, but now, look at the poster. It doesn’t matter anymore, who are you and how do you know me?”

"Signed poster? Hahaha..."

Bradlow laughed when he heard what he said. He took out a stack of posters from the dimensional bag and handed them to the Dark Ranger: "It's hard to imagine that you will become a fan of the theater troupe. I guess you didn't come alone. It’s rare for someone like you to watch dramas with your girlfriend for leisure.”

Drizzt was astonished and took over a large pile of posters that were hand-painted and signed by Bradero. Each poster sold for hundreds or even thousands of gold coins outside. He was very confused and didn't understand what this mysterious artist meant to him. What intention.

But those with short hands would definitely make Katie very happy with this stack of posters. Drizzt's hostility gradually disappeared, and a smile slowly climbed onto his cold face: "Thank you! But I still insist on asking you to answer the question just now. .”

"Like you, I am also a traveler. As for why I know you..."

Bradlow smiled kindly and said: "You are too humble. Your reputation may not be obvious among ordinary people, but it is well-known among adventurers."

"I didn't expect you to be an adventurer!"

Drizzt looked at this famous artist. He didn't understand how a man with both fame and fortune, who was walking in the upper class, could be so familiar with the circle of adventurers.

"An adventurer who doesn't want to be an artist would not be a good investigator."

Bredreau smiled and said something that Drizzt couldn't understand: "I am planning a major event that will affect the entire Faerun, and the artist is just a temporary identity to serve this major event. I know that during this period Your team is in Amn, and if they weren't busy with preparations for the performance and couldn't spare time, they would have planned to look for you long ago, for fear that you would leave Amn and go to Icewind Dale."

The Dark Elf Ranger did not expect that Bradero would reveal the whereabouts of the Mithril Team so calmly in front of him, and reveal another big secret.

His keen sense of smell as a hunter sensitively detected that Mr. Bredlow was definitely not talking nonsense. According to what he meant, he still had a place in this important matter.

A major event affecting the entire Faerûn?

Generally speaking, this kind of thing is never a good thing!

Just like Sarevok, the overlord of the Iron Throne, planned major events that would affect the entire Faerûn a few years ago, in an attempt to become the new generation of Baal, the God of Slaughter!

Drizzt narrowed his purple eyes and pressed the scimitar at his waist with both hands again.

"There's no need to be so tense."

Bradlow smiled and waved his hands: "I am not prepared, and you are not prepared either. It is not yet certain whether this big thing can be started. Maybe I am just talking?"

He took out another stack of thread-bound books from the dimensional bag and handed the stack of books to Drizzt.

After the dark elf took the pile of books vigilantly, Bradlow spoke again: "These books were obtained by me during my plane travel. I will give them to you. If you have free time during the journey, You can read it. When we meet again, we will have more common language, and then we will decide whether we will become friends or mortal enemies."

When he sneaked in this time, Drizzt originally just wanted to get a signed poster, but he was forced to get a few books. Although he was puzzled, he did not refuse in person out of politeness.

Although the artist Bredlow is mysterious, his attitude has always been humble and peaceful, and he just received a stack of signed posters from him. Drizzt's impression of him is not bad.

There are not many types of books in Faerûn. In addition to magic books and divine scriptures, there are only some historical records and natural history, and some heroic epics.

Drizzt received a good enlightenment education at the Spider Academy in Menzoberranzan. In addition to Dark Elf, he also masters many foreign languages. This book is written in the common language of Faerun, so he is not worried about being unable to read it due to language issues. .

It is also a good thing to get books, kill time during boring travel, and increase knowledge.

"I'm afraid there are some terms and concepts in the book that you don't understand yet. If we have the chance to meet again in the future, I will answer them for you."

Seeing Drizzt put away the pile of books, Bradero's smile became even bigger, and he watched the dark elf turn and leave.

Drizzt slipped into the shadows and disappeared from the doorway.

That set of books was jointly written by him and Ai Ou. Ai Ou's soul database contains a huge amount of book information. Ai Ou dictated it and Luo Feng copied it.

Luo Feng originally planned to visit the mithril team who was looking for Bruno's pink hammer in Amn at this time after the troupe was stable. Unexpectedly, Drizzt actually came to the door himself. It was an unexpected surprise and saved a lot of effort.