People are in the heavens, wealth can rival a country

Chapter 372 Sazastan's Phylactery

On the last night before the scorching sun competition, all the taverns in Neverwinter were overcrowded.

Tang Sen and the others did not take the floating boat of Moonstone Mask, but walked through the crowded crowd in a low-key manner.

The location of the Three Bears Tavern was not in the core business district like the Guardian Enclave, but it had to walk across the Sleeping Dragon Bridge, cross the Neverwinter River across the entire Neverwinter City, and come to the Black Lake District.

The Black Lake area is much more chaotic than the guardian enclave, but the consumption is also much lower. Therefore, it has become a gathering place for adventurers. Tang Sen can see many guards patrolling the street, facing the street from time to time. The drunkards and thieves on the road reprimanded loudly.

"They are the Wardens of Wintershield, adventurers and mercenaries hired by the city lord." Maris explained in a low voice: "These people are responsible for the security of the Black Lake area. Of course, in my opinion, these guys who collect money everywhere are black people." Source of chaos in the Lake District."

"In front is the Three Bears Tavern. I can proudly say that although it is not as luxurious as the Moonstone Mask, the atmosphere is much better!"

He pointed to a building on the corner of the street, "Here, you can find all the adventurers you want. There are too many legends that start here."

Although he has not yet entered the gate of the Three Bears Tavern, Tang Sen can already hear the enthusiastic shouts coming from inside.

He looked up at the door, there was no plaque on it, only three specimens of the heads of ferocious bear goblins.

"So that's what the three bears mean." Trixie showed excitement, "It's really interesting."

"The boss of the three bears was originally a well-known adventurer. His most glorious record was defeating an entire tribe of goblins by himself. What you see are his spoils. Of course, he was shot in the knee in that battle. fired arrows of corruption, and thus ended his adventures."

Maris pushed open the door, and the sound waves drowned them out like substance. The uncomfortable smell of sweat and alcohol mixed together, making Tang Sen frowned slightly.

But Bahn became excited. The dwarf liked this kind of occasion the most. He strode in wielding the hammer and placed it heavily on the bar.

The episode like Yueshi Mask did not happen again, because there were already various reassuring traces on the bar counter.

In addition, there is a whole row of ale on it. From time to time, someone picks up a glass and drops a few copper coins.

Maris spoke with the bartender skillfully, then walked over to Tang Sen and whispered, "He's already waiting for us upstairs."

Where adventurers gather like this, of course there is a place for private conversation.

A group of people—including Bahn, who was already holding a glass of spirits—went upstairs and passed through the complicated corridors. Before coming to a room, Maris knocked on the door first, and did not push back until he heard a response from inside. open the door.

So, Tang Sen saw a man wearing a hood, hiding his face in shadows.

The other party is obviously a priest, which can be seen from the heavy armor on the other party and the shield on the table - the priests in the world of Faerun are not wearing cloth robes as people usually think, staying behind everyone A class that casts a blessing.

Of course, they also released blessings, but in most cases, the priests wore heavy armor and stood at the forefront of the team, smashing the heads of the enemies with the shackles in their hands.

"You guys are late." The man's voice was very hoarse, and he exuded a gloomy aura—this is not surprising, no one would expect priests who can cast the dead man's talk technique to be good people, at least, their Faithful beings will not be good-aligned.

"It's a bit crowded tonight." Maris explained, and then said: "I brought your client, you can start talking."

The man glanced at Tang Sen, and said, "Outsider? What do you need to talk to the dead for?"

Tang Sen's eyes narrowed slightly, and Barn put the wine glass on the table at the right time: "That's not how deals are negotiated! Pastor."

"Don't ask about things you shouldn't ask, this is the rule."

The man let out a hoarse laugh: "Rules? Neverwinter's rules can't control me."

"Generally, you can use the dead man's conversation technique. You must want to know some key information from the dead man's mouth?"

"However, I'm willing to use a magic slot to make some extra money. If the price satisfies me, I don't have to ask anything."

Maris looked worried, and said: "Pastor, that's not what we talked about at the beginning. I have already given the price, ten dragon coins, you have already made a lot of money."

The man leaned back, revealing half of his face from the shadows. Everyone could notice that there were various strange lines on his face.

"No, I've changed my mind." He said, "I thought it was just a deal with the poor man in the gutter, and ten dragon coins would be enough to empty your pockets, but now it seems that my client is willing to pay for the dead man." Words of mouth pay more."

He looked Tang Sen up and down, with greed in his tone: "Spellcaster, the robe on you is not bad. For a person like you, what you are interested in is not the traces of goblins."

The robe on Tang Sen's body came from the Seven Days Trading Magic Store, and it added a permanent protective arrow magic.

The man in front of him apparently secretly cast an identification-like divine spell, and saw the magical light permeating the robe.

"How much do you want?" Tang Sen narrowed his eyes and said slowly.

"Three hundred dragon coins or if you let me listen to the news together, I don't want a penny." The man said.

At this moment, words suddenly appeared in Tang Sen's field of vision.

[Commodity: Iolum's Longevity (Selected)]

[Commodity: Sazastan's Phylactery (Optional)]

【Purchase period: None】

"Optional items. One more?"

Tang Sen remained silent on the surface, and his mind was spinning rapidly.

"The last time a product appeared, it was because the dwarf mentioned a relic about Netheril. Obviously, that relic is related to Iolum's longevity technique."

"But this time, just because I met a priest who was planning to trade, I triggered an incredible product."

Even if Tang Sen didn't have a particularly in-depth understanding of the world of Faerun, it was impossible for him to be ignorant of the name Sarzastan.

The leader of the red-robed mage, the ruler of Cyre, a powerful lich who has lived for many years, and the only weakness of the lich is his phylactery.

Purchasing this product means not only fighting against a legendary red-robed mage, but also against the entire Searle, including countless liches, nine-ring red-robed mages and their countless undead creatures and magical creations.

Tang Sen stared at the man in front of him, and the corners of his mouth slowly curled up.

"interesting."

(End of this chapter)