Master of Spells from Faerun

Chapter 93 The murder on the cruise ship
The black-robed mage walked up to a group of peasant women. The mysterious mage's robe aroused a little fear in the peasant women's hearts.

"Could it be that our muttering made Master Mage unhappy?" the peasant woman secretly slandered.

The mage's eyes showed a strange look, looking at the peasant woman who claimed that her son was going to find the "treasure".

The mage watched the peasant woman speak with a smile, and her cold voice carried a kind of bewildering magic: "Tell me, where is your son going to find the treasure."

The peasant woman at the side suddenly realized that it was the mage who was curious about the treasure's whereabouts, and blamed the Baker's wife for talking nonsense, and almost thought it was going to be bad luck!
The peasant woman looked into Imrik's eyes in a daze, and said blankly: "My son Baker said that they want the bow forest by the Dusab River."

The shape of the bow arc forest is like a bow arc, so it is called the bow arc forest. It is on the south side of Myth Drannor. for two.

After hearing this, Imrik nodded with a smile and said, "Thank you for your cooperation."

The mage turned around, and the black cloak lifted by the wind arced in the air. Several peasant women looked at each other's back with yearning, imagining that their children would have the opportunity to become a respected master mage in the future.

The location of Inkanistayum is located in the northern part of the Lake District, across the lake from the Tower of Windsong of the elves.

The distance between the two places does not seem too far, but in fact, it will take at least an hour to cross the river by boat.

Imrik wanted to see the luxurious mage tower of the elves, so he first found a restaurant to have dinner, and then rushed to the ferry.

"Ten gold coins per person in the upper class, master mage." A halfling by the lake rubbed his hands and said obsequiously.

The lake in the Lake District does not have a name, and locals usually refer to it as the Inner City Lake.

There are some luxurious big boats parked on the lake all year round and small boats run by fishermen to carry tourists to the central city of Myth Dranor where the Tower of Windsong is located.

Imrik was sitting on a high-end cruise ship run by halflings. The top of the cabin not only had the most perfect view, but also had a bar for drinks and a high-end restaurant.

In the evening of midsummer, the dim sunlight shone on the surface of the lake, and the fish in the water jumped out of the water continuously due to the magic of the lake, forming colorful ripples.

Holding a glass of white wine, the mage admired the beautiful scenery in front of him. The artistic level of the elves is indeed commendable. In the well-preserved inner city, every urban planning is in order.

Suddenly, a woman's scream and a commotion came from the stern of the cabin.

Everyone on the deck couldn't help but look back curiously.

"Everyone is not allowed to leave! No one can get off this ship until the murderer is found!"

The roar of a hysterical woman came from a distance, and the crowd was erupting. Even Imrik had many people who heard the word "murderer" and walked over to see what was going on.

Imrik frowned, his rarely relaxed mood was ruined.

He walked to the back of the cabin with his wine glass in hand, and there were already seven or eight tourists gathered beside him, whispering.

A man's body was lying in the middle of the stairs going down from the rear of the cabin, with a strange sharp knife stuck in his chest. A weeping young woman was holding the body, looking at everyone with hatred.

Imrik looked at the dagger stuck in the man's chest, and his eyelids twitched. This strange pattern reminded him of some kind of weapon.

"Ma'am! We sympathize with your husband's death, but it doesn't mean that you can talk nonsense here and accuse us of being murderers! Everyone here is a famous person, how could you do such a thing!"

A middle-aged man in a luxurious dress scolded the woman.

The woman gritted her teeth and said, "He died on this ship, and the murderer is among you! If you let you get off the ship, who knows if the murderer will get in there!"

The halfling ship owner came out to smooth things over and said, "Well, everyone, there are indeed murders happening now, why don't we wait on the boat for a while when we dock, and I will invite the priests of the temple to come and use the dead to talk to find the murderer. Everyone is free from suspicion."

Everyone looked hesitant. Although they didn't want to be regarded as a murderer, doing so was indeed the safest way. If they forced to leave at this time, they might be regarded as a guilty murderer.

Seeing the hesitation on everyone's faces, the halfling captain said with a heartache: "Today all the drinks on board are free, everyone can go back to the top cabin and continue to rest!"

After hearing the captain's promise, everyone's complexion improved one after another, and they reluctantly agreed to the proposal and left.

Imrik did not go, he remained where he was.

Seeing that he didn't leave, the halfling said with a puzzled look: "My lord, what else can you do? If you have any objections to this, I can arrange for you to take the boat for free next time as compensation. I'm really sorry. "

Imrik looked at the dagger on the man's chest and the crying woman, and said softly, "Talking to the dead may not work."

The woman suddenly raised her head and stared at the black-robed mage in front of her. The halfling also smiled awkwardly and said, "Well, why is this, mage, did you see anything?"

Imrik stretched out his right hand and tapped lightly, and the invisible force of thought slowly lifted the dagger on the man's chest and suspended it in the air.

The woman looked at everything in front of her vigilantly, and said hysterically: "What do you want to do! Are you a murderer, and you want to sell the stolen goods?!"

Although the halfling didn't understand why, he still reprimanded the other party: "Be respectful, ma'am, this is a master mage from Inkanistayum, and he is not the same as those rural magic apprentices you saw! "

Imrik ignored it, and manipulated his mind to bring the dagger in front of him, looking at it carefully.

"This is the dagger of the red-robed mage."

The woman listened to Imrik's noun with a puzzled expression, but the halfling beside him changed his face and stammered, "This, the red-robed mage's dagger? Are you sure, mage?"

Imrik nodded lightly and said: "The soul of the person killed by the red-robed mage's dagger will be sealed, even the resurrection technique cannot be resurrected, let alone the dead talking, only the precious complete resurrection technique in the legend can Bring back his soul."

Hearing Imrik's explanation, the woman's face was pale, her mouth was opened wide, but she couldn't make a sound.

The halfling also said in horror at this time: "You mean, there is a red-robed mage on board right now?!"

Imrik also said uncertainly: "I'm not sure about this. Although the red-robed mage's dagger is exclusive to the red-robed mage, if you pay enough money, there should still be channels to get it."

(End of this chapter)