Urlant, who was looking forward to it, did not notice at all that the four mages who were supposed to be on duty at this post...a pair of scroll mages and a pair of scroll scholars were looking at each other.
After confirming that the other party had received the warning, they chose a more dignified retreat... and gave up this small space to the nominal leader.
However, before leaving, a mage specially summoned a beautiful armchair for him... so Urlant was quite happy that their acquaintance left.
Mirimu, who was chatting with 'Nanfeng', was suddenly stunned. She stood up suddenly, stretched her neck and listened... The 30-meter-long body suddenly unfolded, making 'Nanfeng' sitting nearby
'I couldn't help but stand up and take a few steps back.
Although the body of this ghost dragon is illusory, the momentum of the giant dragon is really amazing!
"What are those Ogma believers going crazy about?" Mirimu asked in surprise, "Who can scare them so much that they want to run away?
Wait, the believers of Mystra are also in commotion, but they seem to be a little divided, unlike the scholars of Ogma who all want to run away...
Hmm... all the prophecy mages seem to want to stay... It seems that Urland's position among them is quite stable... It doesn't seem to be the case. None of them intends to talk to Urland at the door.
Discussing with oneself what to do.
Sure enough, at critical moments, those who ride on two boats are most likely to capsize!
It was so noisy!
The last time we were attacked by the Calishans, not as many people tried to escape as this time!
What are they arguing about? A group of crazy women with something... are about to arrive... and they are still saying that Urlant wants to make Candlekeep... become the next... Waterdeep?
The guests who arrived yesterday? Do you have any precise information?
What is all this?"
"Ah..." 'Nanfeng' said a little embarrassedly, "The guest is probably talking about Alustriel and his sisters.
You want to run away... It's probably because several female mages carrying Mystra's soul fragments are coming to Candlekeep soon... An eight-year-old from Halrua, and five or six others who have just grown up.
From Quesen Tower.”
Mirimu stiffened and looked down at him hesitantly for a long time: "Mystra, can you still talk about the group?"
"Ah! Who knows?" 'Nanfeng' said confidently, "We are not Toril people, how can we know how many shares the gods here can be divided into!"
"I have lived for thousands of years, and I have been dead for almost a thousand years, and I don't even know..." The ghost dragon's voice was full of misty and sad despair, "There were enough things in Toril in the past, those life and death...
The separated lovers, the heroes who turn the tide, and a few more goddesses who like to look back and smile, can trick countless unlucky people to death.
I... I had several opportunities to escape from this unfortunate fate before, but it was because of these inexplicable fates that the protagonists failed!
This time...when I met you, I thought I finally had another chance...Although I can no longer see the bright sunshine, at least I can once again look at the stars in the sky and sleep under the silver moonlight.
Why did you... meet this damn fate again!"
"Well, I don't think you need to worry so much. Although this group of people brings a lot of trouble wherever they go, but... what can I say, they will never rise to such a high level." 'Nanfeng' thought about it.
A god named ao has had enough of romantic dramas involving life and death and passionate solo hero dramas, so he summarized the plot of the undead world and specially staged a show with multiple protagonists, supporting roles and multiple perspectives.
light comedy.
The cannon fodder was caught by the handful, but ordinary people were spared.
If this continues from now on, the people of Toril probably won't simply close their eyes and wait for death as they face their fate.
Until now, isn't the only city where ordinary people are unlucky together, isn't Neverwinter?
How many real civilians are there in that city?
When the Knights of Justice were forced to leave, all the ordinary people with some conscience moved away with their families... Even if they couldn't enter Aglaia, Luskan and the others could still join easily, as there was a huge shortage of manpower there.
After 'Nanfeng' explained the recent events to Mirimu, who almost had her huge eyeballs popping out of her sockets, she made a very definite conclusion: "With them here, it is easy for things to happen, and with the addition of Candlekeep,
The person in charge really wants to be the protagonist of the road of destiny, and we all think that it is a good thing to have a destiny like Waterdeep."
"What's left in Waterdeep?" Mirimu asked curiously.
"The major temples and the Black Staff Tower are still there!" 'Nanfeng' replied plausibly.
"Ah..." Mirimu thought for a while before saying, "Then there is no need to be as complete as Waterdeep City."
‘Nanfeng’ nodded in agreement: “In a place as small as Candlekeep, there can be no exceptions, right?
Anyway, when the time comes, we will just find a way to run away with the coffin?"
Mirimu was stunned for a moment... She originally thought that she would at least be freed forever... but could this still be possible?
But... isn't her mission to protect Candlekeep?
If the coffin board is not in Candlekeep...will I be able to escape some prerequisites if I am bound to the coffin?
At least you can follow and leave!
"By the way, ghosts all have their own obsessions. Is your obsession the Candle Keep or the book?" 'Nanfeng' looked at his tablet and couldn't help but raise his head and ask.
"I... think about it." Mirimu pondered for a while before saying, "I am quite happy to think that Candlekeep exploded.
But when the books were destroyed, I felt a kind of anger emanating from my heart.
Ah...if I go out and fight for my life then, you can just let me die.
Anyway, with that coffin here, I can still be resurrected.
I just took the opportunity to have a good sleep... I haven't enjoyed the taste of sleep in nearly a thousand years."
"Then... it's okay to have a library to guard you?" 'Nan Feng' asked, tilting his head, "Although our idea of building a Nese scroll library went bankrupt, if Candlekeep is gone, we
The little girl Edna should rebuild the largest library in Toril in the hidden town.
Would you like to be a guard there?"
"Is it also a castle?" Mirimu asked reluctantly.
"Ah... there is a hidden forest, and the open space is not that big. The elves will not just cut down trees just to build a city." 'Nanfeng' said with a smile, "We should ask our lord of Aglaia to help build a city.
A floating castle.
By then, it should be no problem to build you a cloud platform that can appear during the day.
Hill, the mayor of the other two cities, helped build very beautiful residences!
When Edna takes over the hidden town, he should also do something."
"Is Lord Aglaia actually a master builder?" Ghost Dragon asked in surprise, "Ah, but I can understand why he is so rich!
The master architects in Toril basically work part-time in many art and design jobs, which are really very profitable!
Just like the believers and priests of Lansendre...if the Lord of the Dawn wasn't too troublesome, I don't know how many dragons would be willing to guard the temple for them!"
"Ah! Sorry, I digressed." Mirimu, who found that his thoughts had wandered to a strange place, shook his head vigorously, "The dragon, even the dead dragon, will easily appear like this whenever money is mentioned.
I'm really sorry for this situation...but there's nothing I can do about it, it can't be changed.
If that's the case, I'd love to!
Even if you die, you can die with a smile~"
She showed a very happy smile and said sincerely: "Let me fight with this happy mood!
If I fail, I can only ask you to let me die completely... Having a sweet dream that I can never wake up from is also a kind of happiness."
‘Nanfeng’ smiled: “Don’t worry, we asked someone, as long as you take the coffin out of the Candle Keep, someone will be able to help dispel your magic.
However, the ghost must have something to rely on. Do you like crystals? Or metal balls?"
Miremu said with a longing look on her face: "The more valuable it is, the better... Ah, it would be better if it still has some silver light."
'Nan Feng' lowered her head and pondered for a while before she realized that although her name was Silver Dragon, Mirimu definitely didn't want the place where she lived to be just a small silver ball... But she was embarrassed to say, give me a mithril ball.
Bar!
He sighed silently. As an ancient silver dragon, Mirimu's reaction was a bit too simple... It seemed that it was because he had been disappointed too many times that he did not even dare to ask for something a little higher.
If it were Tustin, he would dare to ask for an adamantine ball. At worst, he would have to slowly bargain down the price!
He scratched on the tablet for a while before saying: "We can provide you with a mithril ball with a radius of five centimeters and some fine diamonds inlaid on it, okay?"
Mirimu, who had lost his treasure for thousands of years, opened his eyes in surprise: "Mithril?"
She let out a long sigh sincerely: "Bahamut! I do!"
"How do you feel when you see other women saying these three words to your husband?" the 'Old Sanda King' asked with a smile, standing next to her, flipping through a copy of "Leo Meng's Cabin Vacation Guide"
The 'inch strand' turned over.
Edna, who was holding a copy of "Summoning the Barrier and You" and flipping through it, couldn't help but laugh along with it.
The books they chose were not precious. They could take them out of the magic room, but they could only read them within 10 meters of the room. The only advantage was that they could talk... Of course, the main reason was that the Sanda King wanted to read the tablet.
In fact, she doesn't pursue much intelligence. If it were strength, she might be more active.
"What can I say?" 'Cunlu' said nonchalantly, "Besides, there's nothing surprising. Even the boar said it anyway."
The 'senior Sanda King' couldn't help but curl his lips. A suicidal attack like 'Cunlu' is always cruel and effective.
Edna said with a look of fascination: "A big library that belongs entirely to me, I feel happy just thinking about it!"
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