Hill received the newspaper sent by Lynn the next day.
The thick newspapers were piled up to a height of more than one meter and were delivered by a broad-shouldered level 7 soldier with two followers.
Hill estimated that these were the town guards, Linn's subordinates.
Otherwise, even if there are people in this town who go to church, they will all go around him.
These people should actually be considered soldiers, and Hill cannot remunerate them in the form of tips.
Although he didn't know the attributes of Faerun's warriors, Hill decided to be cautious when it came to dealing with official personnel. He couldn't give money and make people feel that he was humiliated.
Just wait until he gets used to everything in the outside world. Hill frowned and thought, after all, this is not a place ruled by aristocrats. There are some things that it is best to pay attention to.
He finally treated the three warriors to a glass of elf wine, which was actually mixed fruit juice. However, for a warrior profession that relies on breaking through physical limits again and again, this kind of juice, which can help repair physical wounds, is very suitable.
The three warriors first looked at each other and drank the juice, and then suddenly became excited.
It feels so wonderful to have the body completely restored to health. Compared with monetary rewards, being able to be promoted again soon is a wonderful result. It is the best reward they have never dreamed of.
No wonder the Sheriff asked them to deliver such a small thing. They thought no one dared to deliver something to such a powerful mage!
It is said that this mage is above level 14, and is stronger than the Hughes mage in the library that no one dares to mess with.
They happily went back to report to Lin En. As for the outsiders asking how much they were paid, of course it was no gold coins. The man just came out of the forest and was not used to the practice of outsiders giving money.
It's best to give them all the tasks of delivering things to the visitor from the forest. Next time, it's best to switch to the brothers who are more seriously injured. Discuss it with the sheriff. It should be okay, right?
Hill flipped through it and found that almost all the newspapers from the past three years were here.
He decided to read these newspapers first before going to the library.
At the very least, he had to change his speaking style to follow that of the newspaper.
The style of writing can be a little older, and it is better to change the style of normal speaking.
This was the reason why he decided to stay in this town for a while. Otherwise, he could go to the university library in Silvermoon City to look up information.
However, Hill still saw things related to the Blue Dragon Cave.
A hungry female dragon attacked the monastery that abused the followers of the goddess Lovita and was killed by the monks inside. Then the dragons from the Blue Dragon Cave appeared and attacked them.
The monks fled to the underground caves, but the blue dragon sent out the hobgoblin followers to continue hunting.
Although they suffered heavy losses, the followers of Lovita succeeded in defeating the hobgoblins and forced them to retreat.
Although the tone of the newspaper was objective, it still contained a bit of schadenfreude.
After all, both sides of the fight were not good at all, and all the above-ground buildings of the monastery were destroyed. These dark believers could only leave in despair.
This incident happened not long ago, and it was still being discussed in the newspapers these two days.
Hill looked at it silently for a few times. He didn't have a deep memory of this incident, but it was clear that not long after this, it was the day when the dragon went crazy.
The Silver Moon Alliance seems to have received less interference. After all, although the Blue Dragon Cave is very close, what they hate most is the orcs.
Even if they are crazy, these blue dragons are heading towards the orc camp in the Nether Mountains.
Hill flipped through these pages and found some things related to Silvermoon City and the 14th-level mage.
The university, which Alasro strongly supports, is recruiting professors.
Mages below level 11 need to pass a test, and level 12-13 require a letter of introduction. Mages above level 14 can enter the university at any time, regardless of status.
Hill glanced at it indifferently. He was not qualified to teach people how to learn spells.
Although he has indeed learned many spells in this world, that is because he has become a legend and is very familiar with the laws.
In Fearon's terms, that is to say, he first understood and mastered the origin of the world, and then used the origin to cast spells.
Hill is a representative of those who work hard to achieve miracles, and is never a theoretical person.
Some students in that university may be better at magic theory than he is.
Hill has never felt that his talent is not good, but systematicity is something that cannot be learned since childhood, so it is always a little bit inferior.
He wanted to go to college and learn it all over again, but there was no way he could teach others.
If he hadn't entered Silver Moon City, Silver Moon Mystique would have discovered Hill's level and would have been unable to accept his admission. Hill actually didn't care about this shame.
Wait a moment, Hill suddenly realized something, he didn't have a magic book yet.
Although he did record most of Faerun's spells, he did not use the magic book form of this world.
That thing is really troublesome.
But before entering Silvermoon City, he had better create one that would not arouse suspicion.
Hill knew that his origins could not be hidden from Alastriel. After all, when he communicated with the magic network, it was impossible for the goddess of magic not to know about it.
But when getting along with ordinary mages, it's best not to reveal your identity as an outsider.
He took the map of Faerûn that Linn had sent with the newspaper and sighed. The contact with Trasil would probably have to wait for some time.
The star gate connecting all realms exploded and Tyr's men fled back in embarrassment. All the gods must have known about it.
There should be a Star Gate in Waterdeep City, which is not far from the Silver Moon Alliance.
Hill looked through the newspapers of the past two days, but there was no talk of the Stargate explosion at all. It seemed that it had been suppressed.
After all, that place has nothing to do with ordinary people.
It seems that if he wants to know about the Star Gate, he still has to go to Silver Moon City.
Over in Waterdeep City, after the dragon went crazy, Hill always remembered that the largest real estate developer there should be a dragon.
Hill thought about it and decided to go to the library to see what materials the mainstream magic books were made of.
The Ferenrial type is really too simple and basic from top to bottom.
Hill knew very well that it was absolutely impossible for him to establish a persona of being simple and poor, living his life counting gold coins.
Hill thought about the design plans of various magic books, and suddenly became interested. Maybe he could get Hill's Book of Magic!
Hill happily gave up reading the newspaper and got up to go out.
The newspapers in this world are really boring. They are all about policies and news, which is completely different from what he thought.
It may also be that Linn was afraid of causing trouble for him and did not send him newspapers that he thought were vulgar. Hill felt that after arriving in Silvermoon City, he could choose to buy all kinds of newspapers.
In that case, he can directly see all kinds of gossip without exposing his gossip-loving heart.
He absolutely believed in the greed of businessmen, and even the street tabloids that no one read would be stuffed into the all-inclusive list.
When Hill entered the library, Master Hughes greeted him.
"Welcome to the Silver Moon Library, Mr. Mage." He said respectfully, "Borrowing books costs 1 gold coin per day. Copying books costs 1 gold coin per book.
We also sell scribal scrolls and various related materials here."
Hill nodded to him: "Good day, just call me Hill. Do you have some finished copies? Master Hughes."
Hughes nodded quickly: "I have copied some commonly used basic codes. Are you interested?"
"Get a copy of each." Hill smiled, "Let me see what's there first."
This Master Hughes was very smart and copied books such as the Encyclopedia of Plants and Animals, as well as some basic books for magicians.
For example, Hill is very interested in the common sense of making magic books and a brief introduction to alchemy.
It seems that there are indeed very few mages in this town, and the level is relatively low. According to Hughes's judgment, the only things that can be sold are these basic books.
Hill settled the bill with the small gold nugget that Hughes preferred.
"Then let's do this for now." Hill walked into the library, took the scribal scroll and copied dozens of magic books published in recent years.
Hughes's stiff smile became more and more natural. Although Hill didn't buy his scribal scroll, as a mage who hadn't been out for a long time, it was normal for him to have a scribal scroll with hundreds of chapters.
The reading and copying skills are originally the basic skills for mages to learn how to make spell scrolls.
Although Hughes didn't know how old the half-elf mage in front of him was, he already knew that he must be much older than his 70-year-old self.
There is no need for humans to compare with half-elves, whether in terms of talent or age.
He couldn't help but feel sore because of that face that was obviously older than him but still looked like a boy.
Hill put away the other books, walked and read the Silver Moon Alliance Herbal Encyclopedia in a serious manner, and left the library directly.
He didn't know why Hughes' old face showed a resentful expression, but he was still a little hairy.
Let's finish reading these books first, and hope that Hughes will be normal by then.
"Hill." Lynn called him as he was walking home.
"Good morning, Lynn." Hill smiled and looked at the Sheriff who walked over quickly.
"I'm here to ask you something." Lin En looked at him with a strange expression, "You came out of the forest with elven wine? You can use it to drink for the soldiers delivering the message. You brought a lot with you?"
"Yes." Hill nodded reservedly, "People outside don't know about this kind of thing, but you should understand! This is a mixed juice with a bit of alcohol flavor. Who doesn't have dozens of jars?
I brewed this myself, of course there is a lot of it.”
The corner of Lin En's mouth twitched: "That's nonsense! That's something you can only brew at home!"
Hill looked at Linn with a strange expression. The fruits in the Elf Forest are almost inexhaustible, and most elves can brew this so-called elf wine.
The function of repairing the body is just an incidental ability. The elves just don't like a lot of fruits falling on the ground and rotting.
But there are always some elves who can only make some fruit juice, but as long as they make wine, they will turn into rotten mud. Even fruit vinegar has a good result.
I really didn’t expect that Lin En’s family is like this!
