An ordinary fantasy adventure in the continent of Faerun

"Another familiar old place."

Nosher sighed a little, then pushed the door open and walked in.

Dingling, the bell hanging on the door rang the moment the door opened. The crisp bell attracted Nosher's attention for a moment, but then Nosher shifted his attention back.

He looked at the familiar store in front of him, and suddenly a strange feeling came to his heart.

This feeling was very weak, but it did exist, so he scanned the layout of the store, and when he was trying to find out what brought him this feeling, the store manager's warm welcome interrupted Nosher's thinking.

"Welcome! Guest, your arrival makes the store shine."

"Excuse me, what do you need?"

The owner of the store, Ensor Danseron, a golden dwarf who looked like he was in his prime, was greeting Nosher warmly.

This familiar line and voice dispelled Nosher's discomfort, so he closed the door and walked towards the counter.

"Hello, Boss Danseron."

Nosir took off his hood, dispelled the magic and revealed his true face, then said to him.

"What I am going to say next may be a little abrupt, so I apologize in advance, but please don't worry, I assure you that I am definitely not an enemy, and I also know what is under this store."

"I need the help of the Harpers."

Nosir took off the holy emblem representing the Father of Nature from his neck, which was also the symbol of the Green Garden, and showed it to the boss.

Dansir raised his eyebrows, and then said to Nosir in a more enthusiastic tone.

"Ah, the symbol of the Green Garden, you are a friend of the Harpers, so you are naturally my friend."

"Come on, follow me, although many Harpers withdrew from this base some time ago, they still left two liaisons here, in the cellar downstairs."

"Come, go this way."

Dansir opened the partition of the counter, waved to Nosir, and walked straight to the room behind.

Seeing the boss believe his words so straightforwardly, Noshier was a little stunned.

Although he already knew the detailed information of this base in the game, in reality it was a highly confidential information that Master Harsin had only learned by asking Jaheira. It was a safe base with a very high degree of confidentiality.

Even when the protagonist in the game explained to him how he knew about this base, Danseron would not easily admit that there were harpers here. Unless the character revealed Jaheira's name and said some relevant evidence, he would reluctantly believe it.

But now.

The originally silent vigilance suddenly rose to a new level, but Noshier did not stop, and still slowly followed Danseron to the room, but he kept a careful eye.

In these few seconds, his eyes flashed quickly, relying on his keen senses and strong eyesight to quickly scan the layout of the entire room, and find something wrong through unobtrusive observation.

Noshier soon discovered a discordant point. A long sword that should have been hung on the shelf was not hung on the weapon rack for some reason, but stood upright next to the rack.

This kind of low-level mistake should not be made by an old store manager, but if it is just this, it is not enough to serve as decisive evidence.

But soon Noshier found something wrong again. There were some scratches on the floor. The clear pale white scratches on the dark yellow floor were very eye-catching.

The white scratches showed that they were very fresh and appeared recently. The marks were also very deep. They did not look like the marks that pedestrians could accidentally scratch when walking. It was more like something heavy being dragged, and the dragged object had solid objects on it, such as armor or weapons. Only heavy objects with diamond-shaped corners would drag out such marks. And with more careful observation, he also saw fine strips of cloth in the gaps of the wooden floor.

No way.

Noshier's ominous premonition became stronger and stronger. Various signs were frantically warning Noshier that this base had been infiltrated by the Baal Cult just like in the game, and the boss who was leading the way in front of Noshier was also likely to have been replaced. His real body was probably a shapeshifter belonging to Scarlet Olin.

Damn, did the plot that was supposed to happen two years later in the game come earlier because of my butterfly wings? Where did the real boss go?

"It's right here, right below. You can go down by yourself. I have to go back to the store, so I won't accompany you."

"Danseron" opened the room in front of him, pulled up a horizontal ring to reveal the cellar below, turned around and smiled at Noshier.

As the cellar door opened, a faint pungent smell wafted out from it. He had smelled this smell before, and he was not wrong. This smell was the mucus secreted from the carapace of the scavenger beetle, and the mucus of this kind of insect had a very strong paralyzing effect.

And there was no smell of blood in the cellar, which meant...

"...Boss, you are also a Harper. You said before that many Harpers left, so you must know where they went, right?"

Noshir's expression did not change at all, but he calmly asked the man in front of him who he did not know if he was the real boss. Although some of the previous details made him very uneasy, he could not directly launch an attack based on these subtle suspicions. He had to make a final test.

"Ah, of course I know. They went to investigate the fall of Eltoril. That incident caused panic among the people. Our hero took away most of the elite Harpers of Baldur's Gate to find a way to save the city."

After saying this, he laughed strangely twice, and then put on a righteous face to Noshir.

"Haha, everyone knows that Harpers are like this. They go wherever there is danger and do things without asking for anything in return. They are great heroes in people's eyes. Otherwise, how could I become a Harper?"

When Noshir heard this, he just smiled and nodded at him. Then in the next moment, he suddenly pulled out the two battle axes hidden under the wide cloak. The sharp enchanted battle axes matched this sudden and precise slash. In an instant, Noshir cut off his two arms!

"Ahhhhhhh!"

Without listening to his screams, Noshier kicked him against the wall. Gray sticky blood was gushing out of the wounds on both sides of his broken arms, and the two arms that were cut off quickly turned into slender and sharp claws.

"Ensor is not a harpist. It seems that you haven't investigated enough, shapeshifter."

And the shapeshifter could no longer respond to him. Noshier's kick directly hit his chin heavily. The iron boots and the huge force made him hit the wall directly. Now he was completely fainted and his true form was completely revealed.

The gray-white hairless skin was full of strange texture, the slender body without clothes, the mouth full of sharp teeth and the skull head with only a layer of skin left, the narrow eyes without eyelids were completely blurred, yes, this is a shapeshifter, a monster that can perfectly transform into the shape of another person.

Now this guy has completely lost the ability to resist, but the danger is by no means over.