Master of Spells from Faerun

Chapter 22 Leaving Dragon Blade Fort

The next day, Imrik came to the Shining Chamber of Commerce and joined the caravan that was about to depart.

Due to the safe environment of the caravan and Imrik's level [-] mage level, the caravan was only equipped with a level [-] fighter professional and seven or eight ordinary guards, and Imrik was paid [-] gold coins per day.

Of course, Imrik didn't like this little money, and joining the caravan was purely for safety reasons.

Over the past two years, Imrik has been able to save nearly [-] gold coins every month, regardless of expenses. After two years, Imrik's savings have reached [-] gold coins.

If Imric hadn't spent a lot of money to buy an enhanced storage glove from the Chamber of Commerce to store sundries, he probably wouldn't be able to carry so many gold coins.

Even so, the storage capacity of the storage glove is too small. Fortunately, with a copper furnace as a human-shaped suitcase, Imrik packed all kinds of spell materials into a large package and let it carry it on its back.

"Moo~~" The copper furnace sneezed at the fact that Imrik went into battle with light clothes and his whole body wrapped up, expressing his dissatisfaction.

It was already noon when the caravan set off.

Imrik rode on Beanbag, his black mage robe absorbing the heat of the scorching sun.

The hot weather made Imrik have to use tricks and magic tricks to create ice cubes to eat and cool down.

It is said that some high-level mages can summon luxurious carriages to drive on the journey, and there are various decorations inside, but it is a pity that Imric has not learned such extravagant spells.

Suddenly, the leader of the caravan stopped in front of him. Imric drove over and found a strange trace on the land ahead.

"It's a purple worm," Imrik said with certainty.

This large insectoid creature likes to sit and wait underground, devouring passing travelers in one gulp.

Imrik raised a hand, and the cuff of the wide black mage robe fell down along the pale arm. He raised his finger up to the sky, and chanted a spell: "Summon Thunder!"

Three-ring spell-calling thunder.

A blue ray flew towards the sky along his slender but well-articulated fingers, there was a loud rumbling sound instantly, and a burst of dark clouds descended over the pit where the purple worm was.

"Boom!" A bolt of lightning slammed down from the sky, hitting the pit like Zeus' divine punishment.

A powerful electric current seeped into the ground along the soft soil, and there was a wailing sound, and a huge purple giant worm turned out of the soil.

The top of its head was scorched black, but its huge body still had enough vitality to support it twisting its body and trying to run away.

"Boom! Boom!" Another bolt of lightning struck down from the condensed dark clouds, then the third, and the fourth, until the huge monster collapsed to the ground in a scorched black.

Imrik retracted his hand into the mage robe, dispelled the spell, and motioned for the caravan to move on.

Everyone in the caravan glanced at Imrik in awe. For these ordinary people, it is rare to see such a powerful spell a few times in a lifetime.

Imrik was quite satisfied with the power of Summoning Thunder for the first time. The only thing he regretted was that the purple worm was too fragile. Before he could cast other spells, it was chopped alive into coke.

Except for this near-miss monster, the rest of the journey was extremely peaceful. Two days later, everyone arrived at Dagger Beach.

Dagger Beach is a small village near Waterdeep City. Travelers on the way to Waterdeep City often stop here.

The caravan came to the largest tavern in the town, the Blackstone Inn.

The Chamber of Commerce provided Imrik with 5 silver coins a day for the reimbursement of an ordinary room, but Imrik, who was used to living in high-end residences, was unwilling to live in these simple and small rooms. He would rather pay two gold coins a day for a high-end suite.

"Give me a grilled Roth beast rib." Imrik sat in front of the bar on the first floor of the tavern, glanced at the menu, and chose tonight's dinner.

The tavern owner was a middle-aged man with an unshaven beard. When he saw Imrik take out a gold coin, his eyes seemed to shine brightly.

"Dear master mage, why don't you try our specialty of Dagger Beach, Guldason Nectar Bar, this is a kind of blended wine, I promise it's delicious!" He enthusiastically recommended it to the thin mage in front of him.

At this moment, a male dwarf with a long beard on a nearby table, holding a mug of strong wine in his hand, said loudly:
"No! A real man should drink strong alcohol, mage, look at your small body, Uncle Zach can slap you, you need to practice more! Do you want to try my 'gut buster'?"

The dwarf raised the special dwarf wine in his hand and gestured to the mage.

The other companions at the table saw the dwarves apologizing to the mage one by one, and Imrik watched them closely with interest.

A masculine and muscular man with the sacred emblem of Lathander, a beautiful woman with a dagger pinned to her waist, and a handsome man with a glib voice and a wooden piano on his back.

Add in a drunkard dwarf with a sledgehammer, isn't this a proper low-profile adventure team?

The mage in black mage robe stood up, walked to them and said, "Are you adventurers?"

The resolute man with Lathander's holy emblem smiled gently and said, "Yes, we are adventurers. My lord Lathander, I am Jerome. This is our companion Zack. He is not malicious, he is just drunk."

Imrik nodded slightly: "It doesn't matter, where are you going to take risks?"

"Of course it's Waterdeep City! The famous Lost City at the bottom of the mountain! We'll find a lot of treasures!" The beautiful woman next to her said excitedly. What made people laugh was that despite her beautiful appearance, her voice was unusually rough.

"Oh, oh, Domina, don't get excited, I get a headache when I hear you talking loudly." The young man with the harp on his back spoke while covering his ears.

The beautiful woman's eyes widened, and she grabbed the young man's ear and shouted, "What do you mean? Damn Hamlein, how dare you laugh at my voice??"

The paladin helplessly looked at his frolicking companions and said, "Well, they may seem unreliable sometimes."

Then he yelled at them loudly: "Stop it all! Damn it, oh no, dear Lathander, your followers didn't mean to swear."

After shouting, Jerome prayed regretfully to the sky, as if worried that Lathander would see his disrespect.

After praying, the paladin bared his white teeth and said with a smile, "Mage, are you interested in joining our adventure team? Although I don't agree with Domira's idea that money is paramount, we will definitely make a name for ourselves in Waterdeep City!"

　I have something to do today, so I posted it earlier. By the way, I would like to thank Wang Jianxian for the familiar warmth (that’s right), the monthly ticket sent by book friend 20230227692_Cc~~
　　
　
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