People are in the heavens, wealth can rival a country

Chapter 366 Unexpected Death Event

After saying this, even Bahn was stunned.

He stammered and said: "This kind of thing is actually not useful. At most, I will find a way to raise money."

The heroic dwarf was startled by Trish's words.

"That's right." The bartender was sweating profusely: "Miss mage, you'd better take back the scroll, it's... too precious."

"But—" Trixie looked at the bar in embarrassment.

"We have wasted too much time here." A gentle voice came from the side: "Let me pay the compensation."

A large pile of platinum coins was placed on the bar: "I think these should be enough for the loss of Moonstone Mask. Now, can I serve a glass of strong wine to my dwarf friend?"

Everyone looked at the man who spoke.

Tang Sen spread his hands and said to Bahn, "Please get off the bar, it's just a small matter."

"Of course, Miss Trish, put away your scroll too, you scared everyone."

"I'm sorry." Trixi put away her scroll in a panic, and lowered her head.

Bahn climbed down from the bar with a complex expression, picked up his hammer, and muttered: "What moonstone mask, this place is simply robbery, no, it's worse than robbery!"

He moved to Tang Sen's side and said in a low voice, "Spellcaster, where did you get so much money? I remember that this was the first time you came to Neverwinter in this world. Did you use some kind of magic?"

"Well done, though, I don't think the piece of rotten wood is worth that much."

Tang Sen suddenly laughed, shook his head, and said, "No, these are real money."

"So, don't be prepared to run away, we can spend as much as we want here today."

Bahn showed a look of astonishment, and then he gritted his teeth: "Well, although I don't think it's worth it, it's still my fault."

"I will find a way to return the money to you."

This little episode obviously affected Barn's mood, and even if he did taste the best liquor he had ever had in his life afterwards, it didn't make him happy again.

And Cuixi fell into self-blame for not fulfilling her promise to invite everyone to consume, even though the scroll on her body could even buy the entire Moonstone Mask Tavern.

As for the others, they were not affected much. They were amazed at the luxurious decoration of the Moonstone Tavern, and the banquet hall filled with exquisite food from all over Faerun.

The extravagant relaxation lasted until late at night, and they returned to their respective rooms to rest after they couldn't stand the chattering words of the drunk dwarf.

Tang Sen spent his first night in Neverwinter peacefully.

But when the sun shines on the entire Neverwinter city from the direction of the Neverwinter Forest, when the usual morning arrives, Tang Sen gets a piece of unexpected news.

When he walked to the door of Mr. Irwin the dwarf, the rest of the team, as well as the staff of the Moonstone Tavern, had already filled the entire corridor.

"Mr. Irvine's death time was about three o'clock in the morning yesterday."

A well-dressed man who was obviously the butler of the Moonstone mask quickly greeted him, and while wiping the sweat from his forehead, he said, "We have asked the priest of the Hall of Justice to check, and there is no trace of murder. "

"After preliminary identification, Mr. Irvine choked to death on his own, uh, vomit."

Tang Sen's face sank like water, he quickly passed through the crowd and walked into the dwarf's room.

Several priests from the Hall of Justice surrounded the dwarf's body, and the holy light illuminated the entire room extremely brightly.

"Tang Sen, this is obviously the revenge of Moonstone's mask!" Bain suppressed his anger, and said, "They murdered poor Mr. Irvine!"

"After finally escaping from the gray dwarf, his life ended in Neverwinter." The monk sighed.

"Please believe me!" The housekeeper of the Moonlight Mask shouted in a panic: "This death has absolutely nothing to do with us. We treat every guest with respect like we treat our parents. How could we do such a thing? ?”

Tang Sen walked up to the dwarf, looked at his pale face, and clenched his fists.

"Can't the priests of the Hall of Justice revive him?"

He said in a deep voice: "Don't worry about the casting materials and the money to hire the priest. If I can revive him, I will spare no expense."

The location of the ruins of Netheril was still in the other party's mind, and this ruins corresponded to Tang Sen's purchase: Iolum's longevity technique.

Even with divination, Tang Sen did not have the confidence to find that relic in such a huge eternal wilderness.

"If we found Mr. Irwin within a short time after his death, then the bishop might resurrect him." A priest looked pitiful: "However, it's too late now."

"The only way is the big wishing technique and the complete resurrection technique."

"Those are all nine-ring spells!" Bain roared, "Where can we find an archmage who can cast nine-ring spells and who happens to know the big wishing spell or the full resurrection spell? Then convince that kind of big man to let him Spending countless resources to revive a dwarf?"

Tang Sen frowned.

A weak voice suddenly came from the side: "Actually, it's not impossible."

Everyone's gazes were cast over immediately, and Cui Xi shrank back when she spoke.

"If I can find my teacher, she will promise to resurrect Mr. Irving."

"Your teacher?" A priest was stunned: "You are actually a disciple of the great mage of the nine rings?"

"My teacher didn't mention these things to me, but I've seen her cast a great wish, I thought maybe?"

"How did you find your teacher?" Tang Sen asked.

Trish lowered her head: "She said she was going to travel in the astral world for a while—"

"." Everyone was silent.

"But!" Cuixi plucked up the courage to raise her head: "There is a way to make the teacher appear on his own initiative!"

"Your teacher left you the contact information?" Bane asked.

"No." Trixi hesitated for a moment: "She told me that if I die, she will open the door to another world and rush to my side."

"."

Bane's mouth twitched.

"So, if we want to save Erwin, we have to kill you first, and then bet that your teacher who can travel the astral world won't destroy us, and even the entire city of Neverwinter, in anger ?”

Trish lowered her head again.

Tang Sen let out a long breath and broke the embarrassing situation: "It seems that at least we have no way to revive Mr. Irwin for the time being."

"so--"

He turned to the priest: "Has anyone prepared the conversation with the dead?"

(End of this chapter)