As every resident of Waterdeep knows, the bustling Docklands is the lifeblood of the city, but it is also the most chaotic place.
People from every part of the continent may appear here. Waterdeep is known as the Brilliant City, and everyone can find their place here.
Humans, elves, gnomes, and dwarves can all be seen here, and even the cloaked people in the dark corners are probably snake people or drows.
This should be the place where you can see the most half-elves and half-orcs. Human slaves are prohibited in Waterdeep City, so the nobles in the city are very willing to import strong orc slaves.
But Waterdeep is not a furnace, but more like a millstone. It will polish all the edges and corners of a person, revealing the gems or more impurities in the original stone.
As the legendary mage Elminster said, this is the easiest place to become famous in Faerûn, and it is also the largest Tomb of Heroes on the continent.
There is a huge underground city under Waterdeep City, as well as a tunnel network that no one can remember clearly. Even the most skilled dwarf miners will get lost in it and be unable to return to the surface.
Not to mention the monsters wandering underground, and the people who are more terrifying than monsters.
According to legend, the mad mage Black Robe Hyrast still lingers underground in Waterdeep, traveling through endless planes with his mage tower. His wealth and knowledge abound underground.
Therefore, there are always adventurers dreaming of being tripped by fine gold, and they go underground through various ways one after another. However, not one of them can return to the surface with the treasure.
No matter how many years have passed, no matter how many adventurers there are, the dungeon is still there.
At this time, in the bustling dock area, there was a man wearing yellow and black armor, but the people passing by did not even have the courage to look at him.
They had seen a lot of warriors wearing armor. Although it seemed strange to paint the armor, but looking at the huge weapons on the opponent's back, there was no problem.
Anyone who is well-informed knows that there are many kinds of powerful mages, but there are often only two kinds of powerful warriors - the kind that wears heavy armor without showing their face, and the kind that is shirtless and foams at the mouth at all times.
The brilliance on that giant sword can almost be seen by a blind man. The warriors who can keep such high-level enchanted weapons are basically legendary warriors.
Numbers are meaningless to legends, and attacking them will often lead to death.
So at this moment, Su Ming was carrying a few pieces of gold, and no one dared to approach him. It was as if everyone had avoided him, and looked at him with a hint of longing.
Su Ming didn't care what these people thought, and he had just broken up with the owner of the largest magic props shop in Waterdeep City on bad terms.
He felt that the price of 20,000 gold coins for a space bag was simply robbery. How much gold would it cost and how many dollars would it be converted into?
But the boss said that the 30-pound space bag is the real price. If you can’t afford it, you can consider the 6-pound space bag.
These things are all made by craftsmen. The larger the capacity, the more materials and time are consumed, leaving no room for bargaining.
Su Ming wondered if there was something wrong with the mainland lingua franca he had just learned? The price was too expensive and he could afford it, but he felt it was not worth it.
He sat on the pier, looking at the seabirds and sailboats in the distance, enjoying the completely pollution-free air, and thinking about the problem.
Now the income and expenditure are not directly proportional. He earns dollars and spends gold, which seems to be a loss.
If what you earn is gold and you spend the gold, wouldn't it be more balanced?
As for making money in Waterdeep, other than stealing and robbing, the money came in too slowly, but being a robber didn't fit his profile.
But Su Ming knew a world where gold coins came relatively quickly. As long as he went there and received two business orders, the gold coins would arrive.
Precious metal currency has this advantage. No matter whose head is printed on it, gold will always be gold.
But he’d better go to the ‘Glass Slag’ universe first and buy a 16-grid bag.
The trip to Stormwind City went smoothly. The orc invasion had not yet come, and the filial son in the north had not yet performed his filial piety. Su Ming first spent some time secretly learning the common language in Goldsmith Town, and then entered Stormwind City with great swagger.
Different from his image, Stormwind City is not what it looks like in the game yet, it is just a simple town surrounding Stormwind Fortress.
Only after the orc invasion is defeated and the Kingdom of Stormwind regains its lost territory and rebuilds again can it achieve its future majesty.
But we are all humans here. Just ask for directions and you will know where the tailor shop is.
But I don’t know why, after entering the World of Warcraft universe, he wants to jump on both feet when walking, and he always wants to buy a horse or something.
When I entered the tailor shop, the bad news came. The largest bag only had 10 compartments, a small silk bag.
"For the glory of the king? Magic pattern cloth, rune cloth, moon cloth? I've never heard of it."
The tailor told him this, and Su Ming sighed. He had already known that he should go to Darnassus.
However, the elves are obviously in seclusion now. Even if they are allies of humans, they do not welcome humans to Darnassus.
"Ten-square bags are also fine. Buy two and I'll exchange them for gold."
He took out a gold nugget from his armor, and in order to use it in different worlds, he deliberately melted it into gold without any markings.
It looks like a big lump, like high-purity nugget gold.
"Why a gold nugget? Did you steal it from a kobold?" The tailor had a slight headache. Should he go to the bank to exchange gold coins for this kind of thing?
"Well, do you want their big candles?" Su Ming rolled his eyes and made a cold joke.
"The alchemist needs candles, but I can't use them here."
The tailor didn't understand the joke at all. He asked his apprentice to go to the bank, and he began to sell the clothes in the store, trying to get Su Ming to buy a silk robe.
Well, the style looked pretty good and the price was acceptable. Su Ming bought another robe for 1 gold and 25 silver, planning to wear it as pajamas when he got home.
It's a pity. If you were exalted with Stormwind's reputation, there should be a discount.
In the future, building reputation will have to be put on the schedule. There are still good things in World of Warcraft. This is the largest producer of various gemstones.
Have you ever seen a big cat's eye stone that can be used to sharpen eye lenses? There are also sights made of Azeroth diamonds.
Thinking of this, Su Ming wanted to buy a pickaxe immediately and fly directly to the crater to mine. If he brought a fist-sized diamond back to Marvel, it would probably be a priceless treasure, right?
Soon, the bag and clothes were in hand. He put his pajamas into the bag, took them out, and put them back in again.
"Very good. It's running normally. Goodbye. I'll come back next time."
The tailor said goodbye to him with a black line on his head. He had never heard of anyone whose backpack was not working properly. Isn't it just a bag?
This man is so strange
In another world.
This was a path in the forest, but the woman's scream scared all the birds on the roadside.
"Let me go, help!"
A woman in a red dress was trapped in a fishing net, but the net was held by a big hand, and the owner of the big hand was a troll.
The troll's skin is rough and spotted, and it is about three meters tall. It is hunched over, carrying several large rocks on its back, and is carrying a woman across a stream.
"Don't scream! The troll is good, you are used to dance, pretty bird! Stonefoot, don't eat the bird!"
It held the woman in front of it and looked at it, its small eyes glowed green, and it spoke in a low voice, like a voice coming from a tree hole or a well.
"Let me go, let me go!"
The troll ignored her and gently threw the fishing net on his back, as if talking to himself.
"Troll, go home. A beautiful bird will be your wife. She will dance beautifully. She is pretty. Don't be afraid. Stone feet are good."
The sound of rushing water could be heard from under its feet, and its huge weight could even directly crush the pebbles at the bottom of the river. This is probably the origin of its name.
"Ah~~~"
"The dancing birds have no appetite for the birds."
The troll carried the woman across the river, comforting her as he continued on the forest path.
When the troll passed by, two white heads popped out of the bushes beside the road.
"It seems we have found her." He whispered to the woman beside him.
The white-haired man looked like a man with a vicissitudes of life, and had a thick beard. There was a scar diagonally downwards on his left eye, but his pupils were golden, like a wild beast.
He was wearing chainmail, carrying two one-handed swords on his back, and a wolf head pendant on the necklace on his chest was trembling slightly.
The woman next to her was young, but also had white hair. She also had a scar on her left cheek, but it was not as long as the man's scar.
This wound did not destroy her beauty, but made her look even more wild and charming.
She also carries two swords on her back. If she hadn't only been wearing a white top instead of armor, she and the people around her would have looked like a father and daughter.
"Okay, it's big and looks very gentlemanly, so what's your plan?"
She asked the people around her.
"The plan is that I seem to recognize it."
The man replied in a low voice as he walked out of the bushes and quickly chased after the troll to stop him.
"Oh my god"
The woman covered her face in the bushes, why does she do this every time?
The man raised a hand, signaling the troll to stop.
"Stone feet?"
The troll's green eyes rested on the man's face, its huge head came close to his face, and a fishy stench hit his face.
"Well"
The atmosphere fell into silence, and the woman in the grass quietly pulled out the sword and greased it.
But when the faces of the troll and the man were about to come together, the troll took two steps back and dropped the fishing net on his shoulders to the ground, and the woman inside let out a soft cry.
"Vodka man, Stonefoot knows you, what do you want?"
The man took out a bottle of beautiful blue potion from his backpack, shook it in front of the troll, and let it look at the liquid inside and hear the gurgling sound.
"Deal, I'll exchange this for your little bird. This time it's not vodka, it's 'Swallow', but it's the same, very strong and delicious."
The main ingredients of 'Swallow' are dwarf spirits, celandine and water ghost brain. A single sip will make ordinary people go crazy.
But for trolls, it should be considered a good drink.