Master of Spells from Faerun

Chapter 271 Destiny
Kelben arrived at the dock soon after Imrik sent the message. The ship was full of lycanthropes in cages howling in confusion. Kelben's hands were shaking slightly because of anger. He couldn't believe it. Someone dared to carry out such a sinful trade in Waterdeep in front of him.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu" A little girl covered with fur was crying secretly, but she still couldn't help but grind her sharp teeth, trying to bite the cage that locked her.

"Dissociation!"

The black-haired and black-bearded mage raised his hand indifferently and pointed at the person in charge of the Chamber of Commerce. The green rays turned the other person's body into dust invisible to the naked eye like the call of death.The legendary mage's anger caused everyone present to fall into silence. They were afraid that if they said anything more, the other party would notice them.

"What do you think we should do?" Imrik intervened.

Kelben rubbed his brow. These lycanthropes really gave him a headache: "If it were normal, I might lose face and ask the Moon Maiden's priests to take them in and guide them."

"But now." Kelben smiled bitterly, and Imric knew what he meant. In the era when the gods fell, priests lost the channels to communicate with the gods to gain power. It is said that some churches have the gods themselves coming to them. , those lucky priests found that after getting close to the gods, they briefly recovered their magical prayer abilities, but the Temple of the Moon Girl in Waterdeep City was not so lucky.

"Exile them underground, Kelben, you have no power to save them." Imrik advised.

"If they can survive, when the Moon Girl returns to the Kingdom of God, we can ask her priests to purify these poor people."

Kelben nodded helplessly. He knew that this was also a compromise. Although he sympathized with these lycanthropes, he would never allow these lycanthropes to endanger the safety of the citizens of Waterdeep City. This was his bottom line. , which was also the promise he gave to Lyla Silverhand.

The city guards tied the lycanthropes with chains and brought them to the entrance of the sewer one by one. Kelben cast a spell to remove their chains. These violent lycanthropes immediately wanted to attack Kelbourn.

"Quiet!"

Huge magical power burst out from Kelben's body, frightening these beast-turned-men. He raised his hand to cast a spell, and a thick steel door was created by the spell, blocking the exit from the sewer to the outside world. Then , Kelben left without looking back.

The lycanthropes quickly returned to normal. They tried to tear apart the iron door with their fangs and claws, but to no avail, they had no choice but to walk into the depths of darkness.

But what neither the lycanthrope, Kelben, or even Imric noticed.

A very thin little girl walked quietly behind many lycanthropes. Her expression had lost its fear, and instead contained complete indifference and a hint of supreme holiness.

On the neck behind her, a pure black disk mark with a dark purple edge was glowing with a faint purple-black light. It was night, nothingness, loss, and forgetfulness.
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At this moment, somewhere on the outskirts of Cormyr.

She closed her eyes at midnight, and the morning sun shone on her body, like warm and gentle fingers caressing her cheek.

She wakes up in a strange bed, but has no memory of ever being here.She saw a meadow outside the window and a dense forest in the distance. No matter where she was, this was definitely not her destination - Cormyr.

Her clothes, equipment and books were neatly stacked on the exquisite handmade dressing table. On the other side of this beautifully decorated room, Midnight felt a little familiar. The way they were placed was exactly the same as her own habits. It seemed that she What she did was average, but she had no memory.

Midnight touched her throat and felt a cold pendant under her nightgown.She lifted her nightgown and approached the mirror to examine the pendant more closely.This is a blue-white star ornament, with a few strands of energy streaking across the surface like tiny lightning bolts.She turned the pendant over to check the back, but felt the skin on her neck being pulled slightly, and the chain of the pendant was connected to her skin.

She concentrated on casting a simple spell on the pendant to detect magic, but the results of the spell were beyond her control.A bright light erupted from the pendant, illuminating the entire room.A small piece of jewelry pendant has such huge power, Midnight's knees become weak, and the whole room seems to start to spin.

Midnight turned to the bed, returned to the feather cushions, and slumped down on it.Her fingers gripped the sheets hard and she squeezed her eyes shut until the dizziness left her.

"Yes, how could I forget it?"

Midnight collapsed on the bed quietly for a while. When she regained her breath, she remembered the terrible fact. The magic network had been chaotic for a long time, just now, oh no, a few days ago.

Midnight knocked on her head, feeling that her brain seemed a little slow, and she couldn't even remember the time.

She got up from the bed and started to pack her luggage, including spell books, monster guides, spell material packages, the fireball wand purchased from the witchcraft shop, etc.

When she touched to put away the last book, a breeze suddenly blew through and turned the book to one of the pages.

"A repeating fate."

Maybe it was because I had reached the end of a chapter, and there were only these five short words on the page. I closed the book at midnight, put it in my duffel bag, and zipped it up.

She knew where she was going, but she had a hunch that she should enter the city of Cormyr - Arabelle.Midnight took his luggage and rode on the horse. He didn't dare to use spells easily, so Midnight could only rely on a more reliable way of traveling.She entered the city and came to a tavern to rest for a while.

"Have you heard? The Lady's House can pay a fee to see the true face of the goddess Tymora! This is a privilege that only we, Arabelle, have!" A sailor boasted loudly while drinking low-quality malt wine.

After hearing this, Midnight immediately decided that the "Lady's House" of the Taimora Temple would be his first stop.

When her eyes met with Tymora's, a strange emotion disturbed Midnight's heart. She suddenly understood that there was no doubt that the woman in front of her was the incarnation of the goddess.She felt so close to each other, as if their souls shared some secret or some truth - although Midnight had no idea what it was.But the most disturbing thing about this meeting was the look the goddess gave her before she left.

It was a look of fear.

Midnight hurried out of the temple and spent the rest of the day exploring the city.She failed to find Mystra's temple, and finally mustered up the courage to ask a local tavern about the whereabouts of the goddess of magic, only to receive blank stares and shrugs.It seems that not all gods appear as magnificently as Tymora on the night of Advent.In fact, some gods never appear.

Mystra disappeared as if she had evaporated.

Eventually, her midnight wanderings brought her to the Arabelle's Light Tavern, just in time for dinner.Standing on the doorstep, she noticed a huge black raven circling like a vulture in the dim sky, then she looked away and entered the tavern.At midnight, she sat down at a table deep in the pub and ordered a large glass of her favorite beer and a sumptuous dinner.

A small party of adventurers came to her attention during a midnight feeding session.Although they were far across the spacious tavern, and the conversation quickly disappeared into the hustle and bustle of the tavern, Midnight found her eyes drawn to the burly warrior and the thin thief again and again.Finally, she moved away from her desk and moved to where she could hear them better.

"These walls are alive," said Caitlin Moonsong. "Not only do the walls have ears, but the walls themselves have ears!"

Kelemvor leaned back in his chair, swallowed his ale, and burped.Pastor Ayton glanced at him with disgust, feeling that this reckless behavior really made him feel embarrassed. Cyric on the side was slowly enjoying the deliciousness of the steak.

Kelemvor and Cyric have been traveling between missions during this time, and the latest mission brought them back to Arabelle.

They were entrusted by Arabelle's government officials to search for a missing important figure, but found that the evil forces of the Zhentarim were involved. A government official named Ronleth Knightsbury was killed by Kelanvor. and Cyric discovered that they were spies of the Zhentarim, but no one believed them. Fortunately, with the help of Ayton, a loyal follower of the fire-haired goddess Sune, they were able to successfully expose Knightsbury.

They came to the tavern to celebrate, but they met the girl in cloth in front of them - Caitlin Moonsong, trying to ask them to help them complete their mission.

"How can the castle be alive?" Cyric sneered.

"This one has it! The walls will close in on you, and the corridors outside your sight will change their shape, trapping you in the maze and starving to death. Even the dust itself is deadly - it will turn into reality and become... A dagger that can pierce your heart, or a brave warrior who never tires."

"Ah, so you asked them to go to a dangerous castle?" Midnight, who was eavesdropping on the side, caught the key point of the message.

"Oh, then how did you escape, little one?" Cyric questioned, a smile on his face in the shadows.He sat with his back against the wall, a lesson he had learned during his days as a thief, and considering that his fight with Marek had only taken place less than an hour ago, this lesson was quite practical.

Cyric knew very well that Caitlin had not revealed all the truth.So the thief chose to remain silent, covering his smile with his gloved hands.

"Tell me again, why do we risk death to help you and this girl who promised me wealth but is only wearing rags?" Ayton asked Kelanwo.

Kelanvor shrugged. He didn't know why. The first time he saw Caitlin, he found her extremely charming, which made him unable to help but want to help her.

"My wife is trapped in that evil place. Unless you three rescue her, she will always be a prisoner there!" Caitlin's face became paler as she spoke, and beads of sweat broke out on her forehead.

"Help her"

As if there was a sound blowing in the wind, Midnight felt like she heard someone speaking, but the feeling was too hazy and seemed to be her own illusion.

"Is this my destiny?"

A word popped up in Midnight's mind for some reason, and she just felt that she should join the other party, go to that terrible castle, and rescue her lady.

　This chapter has a lot of foreshadowing, a lot of foreshadowing -. -You have no idea how much imagination I had when I wrote this.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)