"May the eternal moon dispel the fog on your path, the messenger of dawn!"
Lena Lillard came to John and said loudly.
"May the light of dawn pierce the darkness behind you, Knight of the Silver Moon!"
John had a smile on his face and his tone was brisk and cheerful.
Then the two knights performed a simple hug...
There were so many of them blocking the entrance of the teleportation hall, which attracted many people to watch, especially since there was a very tall "naked man" in the team.
After a simple greeting, John also felt something was wrong.
"We seem to be too conspicuous, so we will separate first and gather at [Ox Horn Lodge] at noon!"
After looking around the market, the paladin whispered:
"Doso went to Master Kevin to see if he had received greetings from the Archmage. Shatara took Mr. Victor to get familiar with the town. Tia and I went to the Horn Cottage to book a hotel room. Do you have any questions?
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"Who is that Reiner?"
Victor raised his hand and asked. The domineering feeling he just witnessed was blocked by the armor on the knight. This was the first time he saw equipment that could block his domineering perception, so he was very curious.
"[Blue Moon Knight] from Waterdeep City, Moonlight Hand Lena Lillard, John's old friend!"
The sorceress explained for the paladin.
"Knight of the Blue Moon?"
"I will explain to you later, Mr. Victor, we should leave here first!"
Shatara saw more and more people looking this way. It was not a good thing to attract the attention of adventurers on the street!
"Big guy" Victor nodded, and he also found that he seemed to attract extra attention.
"Since there are no other questions, let's meet at noon! We will discuss the issue of loot tonight."
The paladin gave Trader Tom a comforting look, and then went to reminisce with his old friend.
"Where is our deal? How can the paladin break his word!"
Tom shouted anxiously.
"John will take care of your problem, do you want this matter to be known to everyone? Do you not trust the integrity of [The Punisher]?"
After Doso finished speaking, he said hello to Satara and disappeared into the crowd.
Old Tom could only grit his teeth helplessly, and finally got into the market.
"Let's go too, Your Excellency."
The sorceress pulled up her hood and walked in front, and Victor followed behind indifferently.
He didn't show the kind of "country people coming to town" looking around, but he always used domineering to sense the people and things around him.
Compared with the pirates in the Great Voyage World, the adventurers here are obviously weaker. The two barbarians before were only equivalent to the average elite pirates, but they were already considered the strongest in the market.
"None of the adventurers here seem to like exercising?"
Victor asked carefully choosing his words, and he didn't want to appear too arrogant.
"They are just some low- and middle-level adventurers. Your Excellency, the real leaders rarely appear on such occasions!"
Victor thought that Faerun was "full of legends, and demigods are worse than dogs." The old men passing by might be masters of a certain profession, but it seems that this is not the case now.
"Compared to the center of Faerûn, Chult is just a small, remote place."
Oh, Novice Village!
No, what are those giant dragons about?
Victor thought for a while and did not continue to think about it. The boat would naturally straighten when it reached the bridge. He would know everything he should know later.
After twists and turns, the sorceress took Victor to a simple street, which was much quieter than the previous free market, and there were many armed patrolling elf guards along the road.
"Where should we go first? The blacksmith's shop?"
Victor asked, listening to the sound of hammering in the shop next to him.
He is somewhat interested in this place. After all, his sword [Ao Oni] was lost and he wants to know more about the forging of weapons in this world.
For example, magic enchantments, special metals, etc.
"Let's go to the tailor shop first. Sir Victor, if you don't mind, I would like to buy you a robe first. What do you mean?"
Shatara turned to Victor for advice.
"Your Excellency, your clothing is too conspicuous even among adventurers. The Mist Guard has just 'accidentally' passed by three times."
So it’s an illusion that I feel the security here is tight???
Looking down at the only pair of trousers on his body, Victor put his hand into his trouser pocket and groped for a while - of course, he found nothing.
This pair of trousers can only be preserved because he instinctively used his armor to protect him in battle. Even so, the trousers below the knees are in tatters and charred...
It's not easy to protect it from the young red dragon's breath, not to mention that he had a fight with [Blackbeard] before that!
The situation now is that some beggars look richer than him!
However, neither the adventurers passing by nor the elf guards regarded him as a beggar.
Even after deliberate restraint, his burly body still exuded a fierce aura.
Regardless of his words or demeanor, Victor also showed the attitude of a man who has been on top of others for a long time (Vice Admiral of the Navy).
——Most people’s first impression of him is that he is the leader of a certain army.
This kind of momentum made adventurers and traders afraid to come forward to talk at will, and there was a spellcaster with an obvious magical aura next to him, so the fog guards did not really step forward to stop or investigate.
There are many elves' spellcasters, but the elves' guards will also show a certain amount of respect to the spellcasters.
Turning his head and looking at the evasive glances of the pedestrians and vendors around him, Victor was obviously aware of his problem.
"Well, you're right! Oh! I should ask the Archmage for a space ring!"
The big guy patted his head in annoyance and said.
"Using magic items requires a certain foundation in spellcasting, especially space-based items. Such things can be bought in magic stores. Maybe we should go to the magic store first, Your Excellency?"
After Shatara calmly explained, she asked Victor for his opinion again.
"Go buy clothes first! I don't want to be kicked out, hahaha, I'm like a beggar now, [Bucky's] gang of shabby men look more human than me."
"Who is Bucky?"
"Bucky, hahahaha! That's the [Emperor] of the sea..."
Victor smiled and followed Satara...
It wasn't until they were far away that two ordinary-looking adventurers walked out from the corner.
After they looked at each other, they said nothing. One of them turned around and went back to report the news, while the other hung seemingly casually from a distance behind Victor...
"What a poor tracking technique. Is this still the world of martial arts?"
After entering the tailor shop, Victor told the sorceress that they were being followed.
Satara told him this was normal.
After all, they are a team that has just done a "big thing", so it is normal for them to attract some people's attention.
"Is there no corresponding magical means for tracking? Isn't this kind of surveillance method too inferior?"
Victor also cooperated with the CP agency once or twice. Although the results were not very pleasant, he still recognized the methods of the agents.
In comparison, these two stalkers who "jump out to interact before the person has gone far" are really clumsy!
At this time, an old curly-haired hound ran out of the corner, raised his head and was about to bark, but was frightened by the muscular man's look and was stunned. Then he could only run to the original corner and hide in despair.
"Sir Victor, what I need to tell you is that I didn't find anyone following me."
The sorceress shook her head and said:
"Using prophecy spells to track adventurers is a serious offense!"
"I see!"
After saying that, Victor began to look at this small tailor shop.
In his opinion, this was just a small room of more than ten square meters, with various colored fabrics and tanned leather hanging on the surrounding walls.
There is a small service desk at the back of the room. There are scissors, tape measures, measuring tapes and other tailoring tools on the desk. Behind the desk is a small door.
——No one seems to be in the store.
Is the security here so good?
Thinking of the chaos in the free market just now, Victor not only found a pickpocket (or thief) "committing a crime" there, but the situation here didn't seem right - he could sense that the shopkeeper was sleeping behind the door.
Satara also frowned, and she knocked hard on the wooden platform.
"Old Bart! Business is coming!"
There was a bang, the sound of the door being knocked open.
"Damn hubby! Why didn't you call me when a guest came to your door! Are you too old to call me?!
Sluggard! I see you were still trying to be courteous in front of that hound yesterday!"
A middle-aged man came out from behind the door cursing.
"Welcome to [Bart House], what service do you two need?"
After Old Bart finished scolding, he turned his head and said to them with a smile.
