The Heavens: Hogwarts Transfer Students

It had been more than twenty-four hours since Minsala disappeared.

Everyone speculated whether she had unfortunately been killed by Orin, but at this time she took the initiative to find Elf Song.

The female drow knocked on the door of the dream suite on the second floor.

The adventurers were having dinner and looked wary when they saw Minsala.

"Wait." Shadow Heart alertly mobilized the mind flayer's tadpole's spiritual power to retrieve Minsala's brain.

A similar echo came from deep within the female drow's head, proving that she was indeed the original. Only then did Ying Xin get out of the way with confidence.

"Minsala, where have you gone?"

The female drow frowned, "Same question, why did you come here? I thought this team was in deep economic crisis and had to live in broken tents like refugees. But you have moved into the lower city. The best tavern, enjoy sumptuous food and wine.”

"Come on, we've just started dinner."

Minsala shared the memory with his companions, then sat at the dining table, put a thick and soft piece of confit pork knuckle on the plate, and poured himself a glass of thunder ale with sweet taste and fine bubbles. Pork knuckle with beer, she eats it in a very German way.

The adventurers savored the experience of the female drow in the past day and felt surprised.

The matter is actually not complicated. It can only be said that there was no danger, at least not as earth-shattering as what the home team did.

After Minsala left the team, her first thought was to get some money to spend. As a result, she did some research on people's livelihood and found that the people of Livington were all poor. The rich people were all hiding behind the city walls, trying to rob the rich and help the poor. Nowhere to start.

Finally, she broke into an abandoned house and found a fortune left behind by the owner of the house, including dozens of gold coins, dozens of silver coins and a handful of copper coins.

Minsala took the money and went to the Frego Guest House, a very affordable hotel in the Livington district. She planned to book a bed for everyone in the adventure team.

I have to say that the female drow is still very considerate. But by that time, everyone else had already entered the city. So Minsala was alone in Livington, unable to join her teammates.

She rested at Frego Guest House that night, but she couldn't sleep well after all. This hotel was a place where workers, prostitutes, and travelers gathered. The environment was similar to that of a big shop, with no single rooms.

The female drow was so noisy by the loud snoring of a dwarf craftsman that she became nervous and became murderous. She originally wanted to kill the humanoid tractor with a single strike of the Holy Slash. But thinking that Linde would not agree, he suppressed his anger, picked up his bedding, and went to the attic of the guest house.

This is a place where debris is stored, so it's a little quieter. Minsala closed her eyes and slept for a few hours. After midnight, she suddenly woke up from her sleep because a snake-shaped dagger was hanging on her throat.

The sense of life and death crisis woke her up, and her sleeping body was instantly tense.

"court death!"

The battle-hardened female drow rolled to avoid the dagger, then stood up with an incompetent twist.

Her eyes penetrated the darkness, and she clearly saw a male dwarf in red standing in front of her.

"Where did you come from?"

The dwarf was soaked in the greed of killing, "I'm right next door to you, Drow, you shouldn't wake up. I promise to cut you into pieces. You will be in pain, but the poison will make you unable to move. You are a human being." A perfect sacrifice."

Minsala laughed angrily, "Are you challenging my torture skills? In Menzoberranzan, every one of my kind knows how to maximize pain, and House Baenre is the best. You bastard Jaluk (male in Drow), a painful death awaits you."

The drow killed the dwarf easily, without even causing him to scream any more.

Minsala then entered what he described as the next room, a secret room behind the attic wardrobe. A large number of murder tools can be found here, as well as a hit list.

Minsala took out the parchment on which the list was written.

"Look, look at them all."

There is a passage written on the blood-stained paper: Those who wish... to enter the Temple of Baal must kill the targets on the list and disguise the corpses as murders committed by the Supreme True God...

"It must be that naughty bitch Orin who is causing trouble."

The names on this list include the circus clown Dribos, the Duchess Belina Strome, Father Rogan, the chef Rovell of the Elf Song Tavern, etc. Some of them have been killed and have been included. Lose.

"Huh, thank you for killing this madman. Father Logan is a good man." Everyone expressed their gratitude. Non-combatants like Father Logan really had no power to resist when faced with a murderer by a Baal believer.

Mingsala raised her head slightly, "I have no intention of doing good, it's just that this idiot pissed me off."

"Okay, okay, everyone knows that you are the inhumane evil drow." Lind waved his hand, "Well, you brought a clue, which at least allows us to follow the lair of Baal's followers."

Minsala raised his eyebrows, "I noticed that you enslaved a group of Gond believers. You also took away the violent machine that Gortash relied on most. Are you preparing to rule Baldur's Gate next?"

"Just leave that kind of matter to Constantine. He and his old mistress are both pure-blooded political creatures. As for us, we should focus on more practical issues."

"for example?"

"For example, killing Shadowheart and Asdalen's 'family', such as seeking the Netherstone."

Belina Steme's ambitions are burning. She meets the grateful Gond craftsmen and is ready to fully advance her political ideas.

In this era where the haze of war lingers, what the people and nobles urgently need is a sense of security.

The Duchess and Linde coincided with each other, and both planned to let Gond craftsmen make muskets.

These craftsmen in the medieval magical world have processing techniques that are jaw-dropping to the people on earth. With the help of a big hammer of eighty and a small hammer of forty, and some magical assistance, they have truly achieved hand-rolled machine tools, and the processing accuracy is controlled to two decimal places.

For muskets, the receiver made of hell iron is strong and resistant to high temperatures. The rune gunpowder is very powerful as a propellant, and the custom-loaded ammunition allows for extremely fast loading. This kind of weapon is not necessarily as lethal as an enchanted crossbow sword, but its biggest advantage is that it can be quickly armed.

While most combat experts spend years perfecting their craft, training a musketeer takes only months.

Therefore, as soon as this weapon was launched, it sparked heated discussions throughout the city.

The Iron Guard Foundry opened a new production line. On the day when the first batch of muskets left the factory, Duke Belina solemnly invited Zonggui and the citizens of Shangcheng District to visit.

Enver Gotash also attended the weapons exhibition.

He did not dare to meet with Linde and others in private, so he had to take advantage of the public to discuss cooperation with this group of dangerous elements.

"We meet again." Linde smiled brightly, "I thought that when we met again, it would be at the coronation ceremony of your High Duke. Unexpectedly, I became the host. Hey, Karak, my friend , don’t be impatient, listen to what Lord Gotash has to say. Have you brought Orin’s Netherstone?”

The fierce woman who returned from hell holds a double-barreled shotgun and has a cold expression. If she wears sunglasses, she will be a Terminator, and if she wears heavy armor, she will be a Doom Slayer.

And that double-barreled shotgun with an astonishing caliber is already ready to be used.

Gotash's face changed slightly, and he quickly said: "I brought news about the Nether Stone..."

Linde's smile disappeared, and his face with bulging veins looked even more terrifying, looking more like a villain than anyone else.

"You are joking?"

Master Gotash was sweating profusely for a moment, and he roared in his heart: Who is the villain!