A black-robed mage stepped into Dunant's Tavern in the Dead City. It was Imric.
The entrance to the Lost City under the Mountain is inside the Dunan Tavern. It is said that a long time ago, there was no Dunan Tavern here. A warrior named Dunan established this tavern at the entrance and constantly promoted the wealth in the Lost City under the Mountain.
Attract adventurers to patronize his business.
The tavern was bustling with people, and a large group of adventurers holding long swords and wearing armor drank and chatted here, telling their true or false legendary experiences.
The mysterious black-robed mage attracted the attention of many people as soon as he stepped in. Many of the adventurer teams exploring the lost city under the mountain had spell-casting teammates, and even priests appeared frequently. However, a mage who appeared alone was still sought after by everyone.
Object.
"Hey! Master, are you interested in joining our Redbud team? We are legendary adventurers who have stepped into the lost city under the mountain three times and escaped unscathed. Follow us to ensure safety." A strong man wearing heavy armor came over.
The people nearby heard the brawny man's shameless self-introduction and couldn't help laughing loudly:
"Hahahahahaha, you can pull me down. Who doesn't know that every time your team just goes down and doesn't even finish the first floor, it runs out in despair. It's safe to follow you. After all, you are a 'tourist team'
Well."
When the strong man heard that someone had exposed him, he immediately turned red and started arguing with the other person.
The black-robed mage shook his head, walked to the bar and sat down.
"Give him a glass of white wine and I'll take the blame." said a short female halfling next to him.
Imric turned his head and glanced at the other person, a female halfling wearing a mage's robe and wearing several magic storage rings on her hands.
"What's the matter?" the black-robed mage said indifferently.
The female halfling smiled and said: "Looking for a reason to talk to you, mage, I wonder if you are interested in joining our team. I promise, you won't be the waste just like those who just pretended to be nothing."
Imric listened and said with interest: "Oh? Give me a reason, a reason that makes me find it interesting."
The condescending tone of the black-robed mage made the female halfling feel a little uncomfortable, but she knew that most of the mage were patients with autism and narcissistic personality, so she said patiently:
"The average level of our team is all over level 5, and I am a level 7 warlock. I think it should be considered one of the best teams in this tavern."
When he heard that the opponent was a warlock, Imrik lost interest. It was meaningless to him to deal with these talented players who did not study spells and could not copy spell scrolls. What's more, he already had a better choice.
, a group of teammates who are kind-hearted and easy to control is better than people whose true identity is unknown and whose purpose is unclear.
Just when he was about to decline, a familiar voice came from beside him:
"Hey! Tristana! We are poaching here. Imrik is our teammate."
Paladin Jerome laughed and walked over, followed by other teammates.
When the sorceress heard what the paladin said, her face darkened. A mage who seemed to have a strong aura was unexpectedly caught first. The people in the Dragonlance Adventure Group were also very strong, especially the paladin, who was not easy to mess with.
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Thinking of this, the sorceress had no choice but to give up: "Oh, look what you said, Jerome, who knew he was your teammate? I was the one talking too much, so I wish you good luck down there."
The sorceress gritted her teeth and said this obviously malicious blessing to Jerome. Who would have thought that this innocent paladin would actually rub his head and laugh: "Really, haha, thank you for your words, you are such a good person."
, Tristana
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The sorceress who was walking out stumbled when she heard the paladin's sarcastic words, and walked out angrily with a sullen face.
Domila next to her covered her face with a headache: "Captain, I think she is probably cursing your tone, not really blessing you."
Jerome said awkwardly: "Ah? Is that so? I didn't hear it. Imrik, you are finally here. We have been waiting for you for a long time."
The black-robed mage smiled and nodded and said, "I'm sorry to keep you waiting. My guard copper furnace is still outside. I don't know if it's convenient to bring it with me."
Everyone agreed that with more combat power, it would be safer underground.
After going out, when he saw Tonglu's majestic body, Zach rushed forward with dazzled eyes, wanting to touch and feel his muscles.
Tongluo saw the lustful look of the bearded dwarf and was so frightened that he pushed him away.
Hamlein said speechlessly: "Big Beard, he is a male. Please stop harassing him. By the way, Imrik, this is the legendary Faqu creature. You are really rich. This is the first time I have seen him."
arrive."
The bard's eyes dazzled, and when he heard the word "rich", Domira became more energetic, and kept asking Imric how much he paid for this French-warped creature.
Only the paladin Jerome had a frown on his face.
"Imrik, is this evil creature your guard? I feel the evil aura in him. Such a creature is too dangerous!"
The paladin's moral integrity prevents him from accepting this evil creature as a teammate.
Imric smiled slightly after hearing this, pointed to the collar around Copper Stove's neck and said:
"Don't worry, Tongluo is a guard I bought through formal procedures. The collar around his neck monitors his thoughts in real time and can control his life and death. In fact, since the purchase, he has never had the thought of betraying me in his mind.
Thoughts. Moreover, I think that if evil is under strong control, it can also be a good helper to help good people achieve success, isn't it?"
After hearing this, the paladin's disgust subsided a little, but he still hesitated about the fact that he was a companion of an evil creature.
When Hamler saw that Jerome was still struggling, he came over and persuaded: "Okay, Jerome, just treat it as a summoned beast. Do I use the monster summoning technique to summon purgatory?"
As a living creature, do you also regard me as a bad person?"
After hearing these words, Jerome finally made up his mind and said: "Okay, but we still have to stay vigilant. The nature of evil creatures flows in their blood, and they will never give up the opportunity to stab you in the back.
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Seeing that Jerome finally accepted the addition of the copper furnace, everyone stepped into the tavern again to prepare to enter the legendary underground maze.
The copper furnace had entered the tavern, and many adventurers were frightened and drew their swords. They were relieved when they saw that they were with Imrik and his party.
The sorceress in the distance saw the French creature beside Imric, and a trace of greed flashed in her eyes.
"What a powerful creature, but it was obtained by those naive brats. Damn it, and that mage is so blind that he didn't choose me."
The short halfling murmured to himself. The disappointment of missing the powerful mage teammate and the anger of being ignored caused a slight change in the sorceress's mentality.