Lord of Spells from Faerûn

The next day, Imrik came to the Shining Chamber of Commerce and joined the caravan that was about to set off.

Due to the safe environment of the caravan and Imrik's fifth-level mage level, the caravan is only equipped with a fourth-level warrior professional and seven or eight ordinary guards, and Imrik is given 200 gold coins per day. of remuneration.

Of course, Imrik looked down upon the money and joined the caravan purely for safety reasons.

In the past two years, Imrik was able to save nearly 3,000 gold coins every month, regardless of expenses. After two years, Imrik's savings had reached 70,000 gold coins.

If Imrik hadn't spent a lot of money to buy an enhanced storage glove from the Chamber of Commerce to store sundries, he probably wouldn't have been able to carry so many gold coins.

Even so, the storage capacity of the storage gloves was too small after all. Fortunately, with the copper furnace as a humanoid suitcase, Imric packed various spell materials into a large package and put it on his back.

"Moo~~" Regarding the current situation of Imrik going into battle in light clothes and covering his whole body, Tongluo sneezed upward to express his dissatisfaction.

It was already noon when the caravan set off.

Imrik was riding on Beanbao, his black mage robe absorbing the heat of the scorching sun.

The hot weather forced Imrik to use magic tricks to create ice cubes to eat and cool down.

It is said that some high mages can summon luxurious carriages during their journeys, which are equipped with various decorations. Unfortunately, Imrik has not yet learned such a luxurious spell.

Suddenly, the leader of the caravan stopped. Imrik rode over and found a strange mark on the land ahead.

"It's a purple worm." Imrik said with certainty.

This large insect-like creature likes to wait underground and swallow passing travelers in one bite.

Imric raised one hand, and the sleeves of the wide black mage robe fell down his pale arm. He raised his fingers to the sky and chanted a spell: "Thunder Summoning!"

Third-ring spell—Thunder Summoning.

A blue ray flew into the sky along his slender but well-jointed fingers. There was a loud rumble and a burst of dark clouds landed over the pit where the purple insect was.

"Boom!" A bolt of lightning struck down from the sky, hitting the pit like a divine punishment from Zeus.

Powerful electric current penetrated into the ground along the soft soil, a wailing sound was heard, and a huge purple insect emerged from the soil.

The top of its head was scorched black, but its huge body still had enough energy to support it in twisting and trying to run away.

"Boom! Boom!" Another bolt of lightning struck from the gathering dark clouds, then a third, then a fourth, until the huge monster collapsed to the ground in a charred black state.

Imrik retracted his hand into the mage's robe, dispelled the spell, and signaled the caravan to continue moving forward.

Everyone in the caravan glanced at Imrik in awe. It was difficult for ordinary people to see such a powerful spell only a few times in their lives.

Imrik was quite satisfied with the power of the Thunder Summoning Technique for the first time. The only thing that made him regretful was that the purple insect was too fragile and was chopped into pieces before he could cast other spells. of coke.

Except for this near-miss monster, the rest of the journey was unusually peaceful. Two days later, everyone arrived at Dagger Beach.

Daggerford is a small village near Waterdeep. Travelers on the way to Waterdeep often stop here.

The caravan group arrived at the largest tavern in the town, the Blackstone Inn, and checked in.

The Chamber of Commerce provided Imrik with reimbursement of 5 silver coins a day for an ordinary room, but Imrik, who was accustomed to living in high-end residences, was not willing to live in these simple small rooms. He would rather pay two gold coins a day for a high-class room at his own expense. suite.

"Bring me a piece of grilled Loth beast ribs." Imrik sat at the bar on the first floor of the tavern, glanced at the menu, and selected tonight's dinner.

The tavern owner was a middle-aged man with an unshaven beard. When he saw Imric taking out a gold coin, his eyes seemed to shine.

"Dear Master Mage, why not try our specialty of Dagger Beach, Guldason Nectar Bar, this is a blended wine, I promise it tastes good!" He enthusiastically recommended it to the skinny mage in front of him.

At this time, a bearded male dwarf sitting on a nearby table said loudly with a large glass of strong wine in his hand:

"No! A real man should drink strong liquor, mage. Look at your small body. Uncle Zac can knock you out with just one slap. You have to practice more! Do you want to try my intestinal nemesis? '?"

The dwarf raised the dwarf's special wine in his hand and signaled to the mage.

The other companions at the table saw the dwarves apologizing to the mage one by one, and Imrik watched them carefully with interest.

A masculine and muscular man with the Holy Emblem of Lathander, a beautiful woman with a dagger on her waist, and a handsome man with a smooth tone carrying a wooden harp on his back.

Coupled with a drunken dwarf with a sledgehammer, isn't this a proper low-end adventure team?

The mage wearing a black mage robe stood up, walked to them and said, "Are you adventurers?"

The resolute man with the Holy Emblem of Lathander smiled gently and said: "Yes, we are adventurers, my lord Lathander is above, I am Jerome, and this is our companion Zach, he does not mean any harm. , just drunk."

Imric nodded slightly: "It doesn't matter. Where are you going to take risks?"

"Of course it's Waterdeep City! The famous Lost City under the Mountain! We will find a lot of treasures!" The beautiful woman next to her said excitedly. What made people laugh was that despite her beautiful appearance, her voice was unusually rough when speaking.

"Oh, my, Domila, don't get excited. I get a headache when I hear you talking loudly." The young man carrying a harp next to him covered his ears as he spoke.

The beautiful woman's eyes widened, she grabbed the young man's ears and shouted: "What do you mean? Damn Hamlein, how dare you laugh at my voice?"

The paladin helplessly looked at his playful companions with their hands spread out and said, "Well, they may not look very reliable sometimes."

Then he shouted at them loudly: "Stop it! Damn it, oh no, dear Lathander, your followers don't mean to use foul language."

After Jerome finished yelling, he regretfully prayed to the sky, as if he was worried that Lathander would see him being rude.

After praying, the paladin bared his white teeth and said with a smile: "Mage, are you interested in joining our adventure team? Although I don't agree with Domira's concept of money first, we will definitely make a name for ourselves in Waterdeep City. !”

I have something to do today, so I posted it early. By the way, I would like to thank Wang Jianxian for his familiar warmth (correctly typed), and the monthly ticket sent by book friend 20230227692_Cc~~