Hill poured himself a glass of fruit wine, and there was a big golden wing spread out in front of him, indicating that he also wanted a glass.
There is obviously juice on the small table over there.
It seemed like this person smelled of alcohol.
Hill thought about it and poured him a cup of multi-flavored fruit juice called fruit wine. In fact, even children can't get drunk. This is also a kind of cocktail. It has a faint smell of alcohol, but in fact it doesn't taste like alcohol at all.
There is no alcohol.
He would not give the Lord of the Morning any chance to cause trouble.
If a person like Lansendre got drunk and crazy here in Hill, he would have no choice but to watch.
Above the water curtain, the heroic Princess Aribes said with a bad face: "Go and see if there are any traps around. I am bringing you with me, not to watch you act!
Aren't you the best at inquiring about information? Don't you say that there are no secrets in Neverwinter that you don't know? Not even the defense of the palace can stop your nimble steps.
I'm waiting to see your work!
If I couldn't find someone better, how could I take someone like you with me!"
"Can you find another wanderer from the good camp in this world? Beautiful Aribes!" Morrison twisted his body and said with a smile, "Don't be angry about those small advertisements that make money.
Well!
Those are all ways of making a living, it’s better than me paying for it!
I am the future shadow master!
Musicians in the shadows~"
Hill glanced at Morrison in surprise.
There is actually a thief who has been around for a long time and is still in the good camp! Although he is definitely chaotic, it is surprising enough.
It seems that there are really few experienced thieves in the good camp.
He was a member of the Hill Territory! The residents of the town would be frightened if they knew that a thief had lived with them for such a long time.
Maybe it's because everyone is a newcomer and doesn't have many supplies with them. People in that large residential area are not very vigilant.
However, he seems to be a middle-aged thief, and his main job should be collecting intelligence, otherwise it would be impossible to maintain the good camp.
Hill turned his head and smiled. He couldn't be a Harper scout, right?
Aribes sneered and said: "Go to work quickly! If the trap is not set well, if you die inside, you will be a dead musician in the shadows!
Also, you can be selected because you are a master of magic tool making and have nothing to do with thieves!
I know exactly how much money you make from selling various traps!
You just like peeping!
If you don’t want to be beaten by me, just hurry up and do something!”
Morrison walked away dejectedly.
Sure enough, he has his own means of making a living, so he can maintain the camp. Otherwise, the thieves would have other identities as killers.
How can one make enough money to sustain a thief's career by just selling gossip, giving him hope of being promoted to Master of Shadows?
When Morrison was exploring the surroundings, other cities only sent one female thief. She was obviously a novice and could only follow Morrison and learn as she went.
Fortunately, there were no complicated traps in the small square in front of the temple, and Morrison only cleared a few.
After all, this place used to be one of the most important temples of Baal. It was very prosperous and had an endless stream of believers.
Even if the believers of Baal have mastered the art of murder, they will not take the time to show off their killing skills to another believer in front of their main god.
Princess Aribes nodded to several leaders from other cities and walked directly to the temple gate without hesitation.
No god would set a trap on the door of his temple unless he does not need faith.
At least every god in Toril welcomes strangers into their temple, and every belief is worth cherishing.
Of course, what you will encounter after entering depends on whose temple it is.
Aribes seems to have more adventure experience. She left a druid to stay outside. After people from other cities found out, they hurriedly rearranged the people.
There were actually two bards and a ranger left behind.
At first glance, the bard looks like a part-time priest, but he doesn't look like a Miriel.
The strange but light steps of the ranger make people feel that he may also have a part-time job in agility.
Hill hesitantly looked at the people entering. Did they choose to bring all the soldiers in because they wanted to make it easier to carry the treasure?
But entering a place like the Temple of Baal that controls the undead, is it easier for a bard who is a part-time priest to survive than a warrior?
It's not like dealing with living people requires strong strength. As long as there are enchanted weapons, ordinary people can knock ghosts to death.
Mental resistance is more important!
Hill shook his head. It seemed that although the senior officials of the temple knew what was going on, these nobles and city leaders were still kept in the dark.
Also, the destiny tablet will not be written in such detail. At most, there will be a few special beings marked.
Identifications such as the Son of Baal and the Princess of Neverwinter do not refer to a specific person.
The gods also have to wait until the beginning to find out where this destined fate will appear.
Their preparations may not be a few days earlier than Hill's.
Watching the adventurers filing in, Aglaia sighed: "It's impossible for us to see what happens next.
This temple still has an owner."
With Baal's previous powerful power, it is estimated that only AO can see what happened in his temple in Toril.
Only when he dies completely will everything in the temple be exposed.
Hill nodded and poured her a glass of juice: "We'll just wait for the result, whether it's good or bad."
"What method did you use to make those dragons hide willingly?" Ransander tilted his head and asked, "The biggest trouble in your territory is the little golden dragon. Its weaknesses are too obvious and it is easy to use.
I thought you had to get involved too!
What adventure story couldn't include a cute little dragon that just came of age?
The one you have here is the most suitable, a lawful and good golden dragon!
I haven't seen such a small one in years.
With him here, all the metal dragons in Faerûn will have to be involved."
"Actually, Terry understands." Hill said with a smile, "Including his parents, they all know that something big must have happened.
But they can't guarantee that they can control their desires.
So after finding a place where they could spend their time, they simply went in.
It's just a treasure hunt game with some gold and silver jewelry in it, which is indeed somewhat attractive to the dragon.
Moreover, Terry is not the smallest golden dragon now, Bahamut's first batch of dragon eggs have hatched.
There are several golden dragons inside!"
Hill said as lightly as possible.
The maze array and the mystery lock are double obstructions. Lansander needs a lot of effort to see through them, but he would not waste his power just to tempt the dragon with gold and silver jewelry.
He glanced at the mountains to the south and felt that the Silver Moon Dragon Queen and her family were probably more obsessed with the treasure hunt.
The big peacock called "Quack" twice and said regretfully: "It sounds like an interesting game. I will play one when I go back."
It's a pity that I can't go to your place.
I can only have a little contact with you and Aglaia. After all, there are relatively few things here.
By the way, Hill, would you mind building a Tower of Dawn here?"
The big peacock's golden eyes turned around and asked Hill with a smile.
"Where do you want to build it?" Hill asked strangely, "Is there no suitable place here?"
Although the Sword Mountain Range is very long, it is relatively barren. Hill also scattered a lot of seeds from trees in extremely cold areas, but one year is not enough for these small trees to fully grow.
He just optimized the seeds so that they could all grow out. The natural power contained in the Mystery Lock could already make these flowers, plants and trees grow very quickly.
All open spaces in Hill's territory, no matter how small, are covered with wild grasses and flowers that come from nowhere.
Moreover, the highest peak has already been occupied by Terry. It is impossible for Hill to choose to let his friends give up space. If Ransondel really wants to come in, he can only come in on the beach. In fact, it is okay, but he may not be willing to go with him.
Tire is a neighbor.
"It's not your place, it's the wasteland behind." Lansander laughed, "There is a place there that I am very interested in."
Hill couldn't help but glance at the Lord of the Dawn. Could he have already set his sights on 'Lathander' at this time?
"The ruins on the wasteland behind?" Hill said calmly, "You don't need to ask me, I never care about things outside my control."
"Aren't you planning to expand your sphere of influence?" Lansander's eyes widened, "Even if you are a god, you want to expand your sphere of divine power and get more priesthoods back!
Aglaia is already the recognized Poseidon here on the Sword Coast. Don't you plan to let her name ring throughout Toril?
Although the sailors here will indeed spread the name of Aglaia throughout the world, the result of being too slow is that her name can only be heard on the ocean.
There will even be many ambitious people who compete with her for divine power. There seems to be a Poseidon on other continents, but their strength is not as good as that of Amberli. They dare not leave their own continent at all.
Aglaia can't be as intimidating as that kelp!"
Hill couldn't help but bite his cheek. As a god, can you say this to people other than your own believers?
Moreover, you gods, when you chat, you actually call Umberli Kelp?
"Everything must be done within one's ability." Hill suppressed his helplessness and answered simply, "Before you start, you must consider whether there is a chance of failure, what the consequences will be if you fail, and yourself.
Can you bear the consequences?
You can only gamble if you can afford it.
No, that’s called death.”
Lansendre lay thoughtfully on the chair, letting the chair wander around in the air, his beautiful golden tail shaking briskly in the air, and occasionally opening the screen.
Aglaia secretly watched it several times and saw that the golden peacock was really beautiful when it opened its tail.
This chapter has been completed!