Master of Spells from Faerun

Chapter 43 The Tribulation of Dragon Gold ([-])

The buildings on both sides of Candle Lane are so tall and dense that the sun can only shine on the street at noon.

The two of Imrik came to the entrance of the alley, and the alley stretched in front of them was as dark as an underground city—and full of rancid smell like an underground city.The street lamps on the side of the road were naturally destroyed, and the only light source came from the end of the alley in the distance, like a dim candlelight.

"Dancing Lights."

The black-robed mage stretched out his hand to hold a luminous sphere, and walked slowly into the depths.

Walking to the end, I found that the light source in the distance was really a little candlelight—it came from the only street lamp with a candle at the end of Candle Lane, and the flame came from the Inextinguishable Flame, a kind of magic-generated indelible candle.

Opposite this street lamp is a warehouse with a sharply shaped black winged snake painted above the doorknob.

Imrik approached the light source in his hand and looked at the mark carefully.

"Is this the mark of the Zhentarim Society?" The black-robed mage remembered the mark in the appendix when he saw rumors about the Zhentarim Society in a certain book.

He suddenly remembered that the female orc in the tavern seemed to have this mark as well.

The Zhentarim is an underground organization that profitably trades mercenaries and goods, including weapons, and is also known as the Dark Intelligence Network.

Rumors of this shadowy evil organization are various in Faerûn, but the most compelling is undoubtedly about its mysterious leader-the legendary ruler of Zhentil Keep, Manshon.

He looked towards the warehouse opposite the street lamp. It was a two-story warehouse in disrepair. There was a front yard surrounded by a high fence in front of the warehouse.

The two walked into the front yard and came to the gate of the warehouse. The black-robed mage touched the lock on the gate with his shiny fingers.

"Switch technique."

With a click, the lock of the door was unlocked by the power of magic.

As soon as the two entered, they saw four small bird-shaped creatures standing in the center of the room, looking back at them blankly, each with black feathers and sharp beaks.They all wear hooded cloaks and carry a short sword in their hand.

The tables and chairs in the room were messily overturned to the ground.Against the wall were the bodies of a dozen men, their rapiers and daggers strewn about them.On the north side of the room, there is a staircase leading to the second floor.

The four creatures looked at the two of Imrik and uttered a cry.One of them said in a low voice with an orc accent: "Sannasa sent greetings."

The other said in a thin, nasal voice, "Tie up that little boy on the second floor! Follow the yellow signs in the sewer."

There was another hoarse voice: "There is no time to search. Just send him to the boss."

Seeing these monsters speaking various illogical words with various voices, Imrik realized that they had encountered a tengu.

This kind of strange creature will imitate the voices he has heard before, and most of them are not strong. Of course, this is for Imrik.

Four monsters flapped their wings and flew towards Imrik.

The black-robed mage gently raised a hand and stretched out a slender finger. A charming purple light brewed from the fingertips until it merged into a purple light ball: "Missile Storm."

The three-ring evocation spell-missile storm.

This upgraded version of the magic missile can launch multiple missiles according to the level of the caster. With the current strength of the black-robed mage at level [-], he can launch three missiles.

Force field missiles emitting faint purple light spewed out from the fingertips of the black-robed mage, dragging a bright purple light in the air.

"Bang bang bang!" Three missiles precisely hit the chests of the three tengus. Facing these weak monsters with a challenge level of only one level, the magic missiles with the bonus of Imric's fifth-level caster level instantly hammered a big hole in their chests and died on the spot.

Seeing that the three companions were instantly killed by the unknown spell of the opposite black robe mage, the last tengu was so frightened that it wanted to flap its wings and run away.

"Scorching rays."

Second ring spell - scorching ray.

Three ultra-high-temperature fiery red lasers shot out collectively from the mage's open palms, and precisely penetrated the heart of the Tengu, and the last monster fell to the ground with a groan.

"Hey, aren't these the members of the Sannasa union in Dunan's Tavern?" Apollo said in surprise, examining the corpses by the wall.

Imrik walked over and saw that there were indeed ten corpses by the wall, five of which were suspected to be the five men in leather armor who had followed Fren during the previous investigation, and the other five turned out to be the bald man and his younger brother who were fighting with the female orc in the tavern at that time.

"What is this? Black and white? Are the people from the Zhentarim and the Shannasa Guild doing it?" Apollo smiled gloatingly at the side.

The black-robed mage squatted down and looked through the corpses. All the Zhentalin had a black winged snake tattooed on their necks or forearms, while the five Sanasa guild members had a black tattoo tattooed on their right palms, in the shape of a circle with 10 lines radiating from the center.

"Both groups of people are dead, so what about Fren and Reina, let's search." Apollo suggested.

The two went up to the second floor and came to the room on the north side.

The door to this room was in dilapidated condition, barely hanging from the wall on its hinges.The small shack smelled of sour fish and vinegar, and was filled with rotten rope ends, caravan tarps and splinters from smashed barrels.

As soon as the door was opened, the two heard a heavy breathing coming from under a tarpaulin.

"Come out." Imrik said indifferently.

The breathing under the tarpaulin was momentarily suffocated, and after a slight noise, a trembling figure came out from under the tarpaulin.

"Don't kill me, I'm the son of Daggett Neverember, if you want money, I can give it to you!" Reiner was unarmed, although he was covered in soot and smelled like pickled herring, but his words still tried to maintain a clear and elegant tone.

Imrik said softly, "Calm down, we are not from the Zhentarim, where did Fren go?"

When Reina heard Fren's name, his eyes dimmed: "He was taken away by them. They thought Fren was me, so they took him away because of me."

Rainer shed tears guiltily. He thought that Fren's misfortune was entirely because of him.

Imrik asked suspiciously: "Why do these Zhentarim people want to arrest you?"

Reina said with complicated eyes: "Those Zhentarim people think that my father has accumulated a large amount of gold and hid those dragon coins somewhere in the city.

They thought they'd be able to find the gold cache with an artifact called the Stone of Gorol, and that artifact had always been in the hands of the Shannatha guild, but recently it wasn't, and someone apparently stole it.The Zhentarim think I know something about this, but I don't.My dad and I haven't spoken to each other in years. "

The black-robed mage nodded, and just as he was about to continue asking, there was a sudden noise outside, and several city guards broke in.

(End of this chapter)