People are in the heavens, wealth can rival a country

Chapter 373

The person in front of him is a red-robed mage from Searle?No, the other party can talk to the dead, so, is it a priest who believes in Bane, the god of tyranny?

Just like saving the dwarf before, I was able to find Iolum's longevity technique according to the information of the Netheril ruins. Now, if I agree to trade with the other party, can I find Szastan's phylactery?
No, it is more likely to share information about the ruins with the other party to get clues about the phylactery.

There is still too little information about the triggering conditions for purchasing goods, and Tang Sen has no way to be sure of his deduction for the time being.

But he was very sure that he didn't want to do the procurement task of Sazastan's phylactery at all right now.

Under the current circumstances, this is almost a fatal choice.

Fortunately, since the promotion of authority, I seem to have the right to choose and refuse the procurement task. As long as I don't choose this product, Tang Sen can completely ignore it.

"I don't know what will happen after completing a certain procurement task. Judging from the current text, the procurement items that can be triggered in this world must not only be the current two."

Tang Sen quickly put these speculations behind him and turned his attention to the current situation.

"If you can cast the dead man's talk technique today, I can accept three hundred dragon coins." Tang Sen said calmly.

The corner of the priest's mouth curled up under the cloak, and he said in a hoarse voice: "I did prepare the conversation with the dead today, but—"

He chuckled: "Did you agree so neatly? It seems that my prediction was correct. The news you want to get from the deceased is indeed very important."

"I changed my mind again, five hundred dragon coins, or let me hear the news."

The atmosphere in the room suddenly became tense, Maris quietly moved a few steps behind the pastor, and Barn also stood in front of Tang Sen.

Tang Sen laughed instead, and said, "If I promise five hundred dragon coins, will you raise the price again?"

"That depends on whether your price has reached the limit." The priest said with a low smile, "Who would dislike earning a lot of money?"

He glanced at Maris and said, "Wanderer, I advise you not to have any bad thoughts, my temper is not very good."

"Hey, this guy seems to think of us as fat sheep." Baan held a hammer: "A gutter rat who believes in evil gods, where do you have the confidence?"

The pastor stood up slowly and took off the hood on his head.

Everyone can see that there is no hair on his head, only various strange lines extending from the back of his head to his neck.

And the hood and the robe under the heavy armor also turned red at this moment.

"Fat sheep? That's right." He grinned grinningly on his ugly face: "My perception tells me that I caught a big fish. I can't just let this kind of good thing go."

"The Cyres?" Barn was startled.

"No, I'm not Sarzastan's running dog." The pastor was extremely dissatisfied with Barn's address: "One day, I will overthrow Sarzastan's rule and take back our Sarzastan!"

"Serre Revival." Maris slowly said the name of the organization.

The information of this organization emerged in Tang Sen's mind. This is a group of people who failed in the civil war in Searle. After Sazastan completely ruled Searle, this group of people gathered together to form Searle The Revival, in an attempt to regain the rule of Cyre.

Of course, it is not necessarily justice that fights against evil, and the viciousness of the Searle Revival is not weaker than Searle itself, on the contrary, it is even worse.

"This matches the purchase of goods." Tang Sen knew it in his heart: "If anyone has information about Szastan's phylactery, I am afraid it is only this group of people from the Searle Revival Society."

"In order to regain their homeland, this group of people are so short of money that they are going crazy. They are willing to do anything to make money, and of course they don't shy away from killing people for money."

Thinking of this, Tang Sen glanced at Maris.

Maris' face was extremely ugly, and he explained: "Mr. Townsend. I didn't expect this kind of thing to happen. There should be no trace of the Searle Revival in Neverwinter."

"I see." Tang Sen responded flatly, then looked at the pastor, and said, "So, you didn't prepare the Talk with the Dead technique at all? You just used it as a bait to test my financial resources?"

"Are you still concerned about this kind of thing now?" The pastor grinned: "You have misunderstood me, and I don't know how to predict. I really only planned to earn ten dragon coins for extra money at first."

"I see." Tang Sen breathed a sigh of relief: "This is good news."

He glanced at Maris: "After all, I didn't make this trip in vain."

Tang Sen's indifferent attitude made the pastor vigilant, and he looked at Tang Sen carefully again.

Although he is confident that with his own strength, in a place like the Black Lake District of Neverwinter City, he should not be capsized in the gutter, even if he can't fight head-on, he has prepared a safe way to escape.

However, he had already revealed his identity, and the other party didn't panic in the slightest, which made the pastor a little confused.

Everyone knows that the lowest level of a Searle man who can wear a red robe is a spellcaster of the third ring, and the third ring is still the lowest level of Searle. In the Searle revival meeting, those who can act alone are at least the fifth ring and above caster.

And because of Searle's special promotion path, every red-robed spellcaster is a master of fighting and conspiracy, far stronger than ordinary adventurers.

"Well, five hundred dragon coins, I won't raise the price any more."

After pondering for a moment, the pastor said suddenly.

The waters of Faerûn are too deep for the reckless to survive long, especially against a spellcaster.

The pastor decided to test it out. If the other party backed down because of his submissiveness, it meant that the other party's calmness was nothing but strong on the outside and hard on the inside.

At that time, I can naturally make whatever I want.

But if the other party has something to rely on, he can also take the opportunity to leave, and then make a long-term plan.

Tang Sen shook his head: "Five hundred dragon coins is too little, one thousand dragon coins."

The pastor froze for a moment: "What do you mean?"

"I mean—" Tang Sen said calmly, "ROOM!"

The invisible space began to spread from Tang Sen's body.

In an instant, the sense of vigilance in the pastor's heart had risen to the highest point, and the lines on his head suddenly lit up with a bloody light, and he rushed towards Tang Sen without hesitation.

But it was meaningless. The moment the pastor appeared in front of Tang Sen, his figure suddenly disappeared in place, and when he reappeared, he returned to his original position.

"Give me a thousand dragon coins, and I will let you leave here."

While talking, Tang Sen slowly pulled out the knife from his waist.

"What do you think of this deal?"

(End of this chapter)