Lord of Spells from Faerûn

The black-robed mage walked up to a group of peasant women. The mysterious mage robe aroused some fear in the hearts of the peasant women.

"Is it because our whispers made Master Mage unhappy?" The peasant woman secretly complained.

The mage's eyes showed a strange look as he looked at the peasant woman who claimed that her son was going to find a "treasure".

The mage looked at the peasant woman with a smile and said, his cold voice carrying a confusing magic: "Tell me where your son is going to find the treasure."

The peasant woman on the side suddenly realized that it was the master mage who was curious about the whereabouts of the treasure. It was all because of the old woman from the Baker family who was talking nonsense, and she almost thought she was going to be in bad luck!

The peasant woman looked into Imrik's eyes as if she were intoxicated, and said blankly: "My son Baker said that they want the Gonghu Forest by the Dusab River."

The shape of the Bow-Arc Forest is like an arc, so it is called the Bow-Arc Forest. It is on the south side of Myth Drannor. A river named "Dusabo River" that runs through the Kingdom of Cormanthor divides the forest into two parts. For two.

After Imrik heard this, he smiled and nodded and said, "Thank you for your cooperation."

The mage turned around, and the black cloak carried by the wind drew an arc in the air. Several peasant women looked at each other's backs with longing faces, imagining that their children would also have the opportunity to become respected mage masters in the future.

Inkanistayum is located in the northern part of the Lake District, across the lake from the Windsong Tower of the elves.

The two places don't seem too far apart, but in fact it takes at least an hour to cross the river by boat.

Imric wanted to see the elves' luxurious mage tower, so he first found a restaurant to have dinner, and then rushed to the ferry.

"Ten gold coins per person in the upper class cabin, Master Mage." A halfling by the lake rubbed his hands and said flatteringly.

The lake within the Lake District has no name, and locals often refer to it simply as Inner City Lake.

There are some large luxury boats and boats run by fishermen parked on the lake all year round, carrying tourists to the central city of Myst Drannor where the Tower of Windsong is located.

Imrik was sitting on a high-end cruise ship run by a halfling. The top of the cabin not only had the most perfect view, but also had a bar serving drinks and a high-end restaurant.

In the midsummer evening, the dim sunlight shines on the lake, and the fish in the water keep jumping out of the water due to the magic in the lake, forming colorful ripples.

The mage held a glass of white wine and admired the beautiful scenery in front of him. The artistic level of the elves was indeed commendable. The well-preserved inner city and every city plan were in order.

Suddenly, a woman's scream and a commotion came from the rear of the cabin.

Everyone on the deck couldn't help but look back curiously.

"No one is allowed to leave! No one can get off this ship until the murderer is found!"

A hysterical woman's roar came from a distance, and the crowd was in uproar. Even many people around Imrik walked over to see what was going on because they heard the word "murderer".

Imric frowned, his rare relaxation was ruined.

He carried the wine glass and walked to the back of the cabin, where seven or eight tourists had gathered next to him, whispering.

A man's body was lying in the middle of the stairs going down from the stern of the cabin, with a strange sharp blade stuck in his chest. A crying young woman hugged the body and looked at everyone with hatred.

Imrik looked at the dagger stuck in the man's chest and his eyelids twitched. This strange style reminded him of some kind of weapon.

"This lady! Your husband is dead. We sympathize with you, but that doesn't mean you can speak nonsense here and accuse us of being the murderers! Everyone here is a respectable person, how could you do such a thing!"

A middle-aged man in a luxurious dress scolded the woman.

The woman gritted her teeth and said: "He died on this ship, and the murderer is among you! If you are allowed to get off the ship, who knows if the murderer will get into it!"

The halfling captain came out to smooth things over and said: "Okay, everyone, there is indeed a murder happening now. Why don't we wait on the ship for a while when it docks. I will ask the priest of the temple to come and use the conversation with the dead to find the murderer. This will also make it possible to find the murderer." Everyone is exempted from suspicion."

Everyone hesitated. Although they did not want to be regarded as the murderer, this was indeed the safest way. If they were forced to leave at this time, they might be regarded as the murderer with a guilty conscience.

Seeing the hesitation on everyone's faces, the halfling captain said with a heartbroken face: "All the drinks on the ship are free today. Everyone can go back to the top cabin and continue to rest!"

After hearing the captain's promise, everyone's expressions improved, and they reluctantly agreed to the proposal and left.

Imrik didn't leave, he still stood where he was.

Seeing that he hadn't left, the halfling said with a puzzled look on his face: "Master Mage, I wonder what else you have to do? If you have any objections to this, I can arrange for you to take a boat for free next time as compensation. I'm really sorry. "

Imrik looked at the dagger on the man's chest and the crying woman, and said softly: "I'm afraid it won't work to talk to the dead."

The woman raised her head suddenly and stared at the black-robed mage in front of her. The halfling also smiled awkwardly and said: "Why, why is this? Did you see something, Master Mage?"

Imrik stretched out his right hand and tapped it gently, and the invisible power of thought slowly lifted the dagger on the man's chest and suspended it in the air.

The woman looked at everything in front of her with vigilance and said hysterically: "What do you want to do! Are you a murderer? Do you want to sell the stolen goods?!"

Although the halfling didn't understand why, he still scolded the other party: "Be respectful, ma'am, this is the master mage from Inkanistayum, he is not the same as those rural magic apprentices you see! "

Imrik ignored it, controlled his telepathy and brought the dagger to him, and looked at it carefully.

"This is the red robe mage's dagger."

The woman listened to the nouns Imrik spoke with confusion on her face, but the halfling beside her changed her face and stammered: "This... the dagger of the red-robed mage? Are you sure, Mr. Mage?"

Imrik nodded slightly and said: "The souls of those killed by the red robe mage's dagger will be sealed, and even the resurrection spell cannot be resurrected. What's more, only the legendary and precious complete resurrection spell can talk to the dead. Bring back his soul."

After hearing Imric's explanation, the woman's face turned pale and her mouth was wide open, but she couldn't make a sound.

The halfling also said with a horrified look on his face: "You mean, there is a red-robed mage on the ship right now?!"

Imrik also said uncertainly: "I don't know about this. Although the red robe mage's dagger is exclusive to the red robe mage, there should still be channels to get it if you pay enough price."