Twenty Sided Dice

Ximu Town is located on Wangdong Cliff and is divided into upper and lower floors. Most of the hotels, inns and dwellings live on the upper level of the cliff top, while the harbour is naturally at the bottom of the cliff. Between the two areas are layers of stairs and intertwined cranes.

As a seaport city, the streets of Ximu Town have always been bustling with people. People talk loudly, laugh loudly, and exchange goods from old and new continents here. There is always something to be busy with: the coolies carry the goods up and down, the merchants exchange information and negotiate the price, the gangsters scratch their heads and make gestures, and the gangsters use their eyesight to judge which people are fat sheep and which people should not be provoked. In the corner of the port, an unknown body lay in the gutter, naked, being eaten by a group of rats. People don't care about these things, they think "if no one reports it, then he doesn't deserve to be cared about."

Walking on the crowded pub street here, you can often see two or three groups of patrolling guards, who are wearing bright yellow leather armor, equipped with short sticks and small wooden shields. These people are the patrolmen of Ximu Town, organized by the Merchant Union to maintain the legal business order here. They are called "weases" by the residents here. If there is a pirate attack or a robber here, there will be another group of people who are driven by gold coins to fight for their lives, that is, "mercenaries".

Merchants don't like mercenaries, because they always like to take advantage of the situation and drive up prices; residents don't like mercenaries, because they always cause trouble, bully the good and fear the evil; "weasels" don't like mercenaries, because they are always vulgar and irritable, Great punches; even tavern owners don't like mercenaries, especially when they're drunk and fighting. It is estimated that the only thing that the mercenaries in the whole town have a good opinion of is **, but even this is discounted because the mercenaries are too strong.

Apart from the stew at the Storm Night Hotel, Siegel didn't have a good impression of Ximu Town. Every time he arrives here by boat, he will follow the old captain to this tavern, eat a big pot of stew here, get half drunk, and then go back to the boat obediently - this time the old captain will always be with him. follow him.

The owner of the inn is called Timothy. He used to be a mercenary and a seaman. Later, he used the money he earned to open this inn in Ximu Town. He was familiar with the old captain and was said to have gone to sea together, but that must have been before the lucky Soth.

Every day, the innkeeper will prepare a large pot of stew, ready to serve the guests. Stews are stewed with chunks of meat, liver, all kinds of fresh vegetables, plus apples and pears, things you won't find at sea. The beds are soft and comfortable, and there are several hammock rooms with fireplaces. Although the fees are more expensive, big-handed sailors still love it here.

It was the morning, and Siegel was the only customer in the shop besides two drunken sleepers. With a red and shiny nose of wine lees, Timothy wiped his hands on the oily apron on his chest, and held a freshly prepared pot of hodgepodge stew in front of the young man.

"Black-haired boy, why haven't I seen your Sir Sir? Are you on vacation?"

"Yes, I can rest today. Sir Bill has his own business to deal with." Siegel shoved the spoon into his mouth. He had been exercising too much recently, and he was always hungry.

"Eat slowly, don't choke, and no one will rob you." The boss asked the errand boy to bring a large can of ale and hand it to Siegel. "Is life on land still adaptable? Have you encountered any danger?"

"Everything is fine, I have learned a lot of skills." Siegel replied with a smile: "I got a dividend for the first time, a full 5 gold coins."

"You can put it away, don't tell others. When I was a mercenary, I hid my money well, so I could retire safely and open such a hotel."

"This hotel is the best!"

"No one will believe your flattery," the boss replied with a smile.

The gurgling sound in the stomach of the drunk customer was heard by the keen boss. He was all too familiar with these kinds of people to know that it was the sound of their waking up needing to empty their stomachs. The boss strode forward, grabbed a customer by the collar with one hand, and threw the two guys on the road outside the door before they vomited.

Every morning, the carriage that delivered the ingredients stopped in front of the store, and the owner began to bargain with the vendors again. The road to the west has not been very smooth recently. It is said that there are trolls haunting and attacking several caravans. Viscount Kira of the Hub Fortress has sent his guards to cooperate with the knights of the Church of Dawn to exterminate these monsters. Vendors have been raising prices for a month and a week because of this, and Timothy thinks that's long enough.

"Who would have thought that those noble knights are not as powerful as mercenaries?" the merchant defended with his usual shrewd rhetoric. "If I knew earlier, it would be better to spend some gold coins for a group of people to die."

"Then the Chamber of Commerce can lower the price of vegetables and show a good heart?"

"Oh, dear old uncle Timothy, you can earn the increased price back from the customer, what do you have to lose? Seamen are willing to spend money, and they are not good at arithmetic and memory, no I don't care if you received a few copper plates or two silver coins." The merchant rubbed his hands and took out the cabbage from the basket: "Look, although the price has risen, it is still fresh."

Siegel quickly finished eating a large pot of stew and felt much more comfortable. It's not easy to sleep outside, but I don't have any complaints to make money. This time, he made a small profit in killing the kobold robber with Sir Bill, and after selling the long staff with the ball of light, Siegel got a total of 6 gold coins. The Jazz told him that one of them was for eating and drinking, and the other 5 dividends let him buy some suitable equipment at will. Siegel thought he was rich, so he put a silver coin under the basin to pay for the stew.

"I'll take care of you with crossbows and weapons, you go buy something else." Sir Bill warned him before parting: "Little brat, think about what you've learned, which ones you can afford, and which ones you can afford. What must be prepared? We will meet at the Storm Night Inn in three days."

Siegel touched the backpack. There was enough space in it to hold things. After all, there were only a few books stuffed in it. These books are all trophies, from that spellcaster's backpack. These things can't be sold for much money. After all, the owner of the weapon shop has no interest in books, so they are left to Siegel. Using the key found in the handsome bald boot, he opened the only locked book. It was a spellbook, full of incomprehensible symbols and weird words.

The old captain once told him that pirates would use secret words to pass messages, such as which cargo ships were worth attacking and where they were heading. Siegel reckons the book was also written in cipher language. He would read these books in his spare time, then try to unravel the secret words, and play a good game.

The old captain had told him many things, "treasures of the West, secrets of the world" and so on. But there are still too many unknowns hidden around Siegel, including his background. Every time I see my face in a water basin or a bronze mirror, with naturally black hair and pupils, what kind of parents can give birth to such a child? Siegel had never seen or even heard of similar facial features. The old captain put everything on God, which can explain a lot of things, but God has never solved Siegel's doubts. Only the twenty-sided dice kept reminding Siegel of the problem. After coming to Ximu Town, he found the change of the dice, and the color of the number one changed. When Siegel touched with his fingers, he had a strange feeling, and realized the change in his body - spell resistance.

It was this ability that prevented him from falling under the spell of the horse thief, and he was able to quickly recover the ability to fight. However, Siegel also understands that such resistance is not a panacea. Recovery requires a painful process and consumes a lot of physical strength. Only by continuing to improve the quality of the body can we survive better. The old captain once said that many races are born with spell resistance, such as dwarves and elves (the old captain remembered wrongly, elves are spell affinity), and he also said that all gods are not afraid of spells.

Siegel is very happy that he can have this kind of resistance. It is finally another kind of ability to protect himself. There is nothing wrong with it. He also wondered if the dice had so many sides, could he still gain some magical power? The only pity is that he does not know how this power is stimulated, and he can only guess that a life-and-death situation may be one of the triggering conditions.

Siegel likes an adventurous life, but that doesn't mean he likes to die. So you still need to prepare various items before each action. He didn't dare to jump off the cliff or go to the dragon's lair without preparation like the protagonist in the story - he still wanted to live, and he didn't want to become a poem in the mouth of a bard.

There is a grocery store not far from Storm Night where you can buy all kinds of things. Siegel frequented the place when he was a seaman, buying things like ropes, fishing rods and hammocks. Now, after he became a knight's squire, it was the first time he came in.

Pushing open the wooden fence door, a crisp bell sounded. The grocery store was piled high, piled from the floor to the roof, with armor, weapons, various containers, tools and wine bottles cluttered together, some covered in dust.

A dwarf heard the doorbell, jumped off the pile of groceries, and ran over with open arms. He's half Siegel's height, and four times his age—though he's only a young adult among dwarfs. In order to appear more mature and not to be bullied, the dwarf had a thick fake beard on his mouth, and also had a few short iron rods stuck in his waist.

"Oh, welcome, squid child!" The dwarf hugged Siegel vigorously, and said, "You've grown taller and stronger. I really envy your black hair, if only I had it too."

"Alright, alright, Ding Bao-Turan, I have some things here for you to take a look at, and buy some sundries by the way."

"Oh...oh! I'm so sad!" The dwarf opened his mouth wide and looked insulted: "We are so familiar with you, you still call me my full name! Oh...it's too far away, too unfamiliar! I Your chest hurts!"

"Do you think your nickname, Pi Ya, is anything to use?!"

"I love it, and I'll give you a discount for it." The dwarf twisted his waist and snapped his fingers.

"Okay, Pi Ya, show me this gem." Siegel said weakly.

The gem was finally valued at 20 gold coins, which is a common trophy for the team, and it needs to wait until Jazz returns to distribute it. The other gem is in the Jazz, and Siegel thinks the Jazz will find another way.

"I need rope with a grappling hook, new flint and torches, and a piece of canvas. If you have a net here, give me a sturdy one, the tuna kind."

"Why, are you going to sea again? I heard that you have already gone to live on land. Didn't the Soth depart long ago?"

"This time it's for netting people, not for catching fish." Siegel replied: "I met an enemy, but my martial arts are only average, so I can only think of other ways. With a sturdy fishing net, I will cover the enemy inside and win easily!"

"Good idea, I wish you success." The dwarf clapped his hands, put down the fishing net at hand, turned and walked towards the depths of the house. What Siegel wanted was actually a net, something gladiators and barbarians like to use. Ordinary fishing nets can't help tearing violently, and it is difficult to control the enemy. Fishing nets are specially prepared for catching slaves or hunting large quadrupeds, and the price is much more expensive than fishing nets - but Pi Duck will not say it.

"Squid boy, what else do you need?"

"I'm running out of ideas." Siegel clapped his hands. He had already packed half of his things, and he always had to think about his own weight. "Do you have any introduction?" he asked.

"Why don't you give yourself a suit of armor?" said the dwarf. "It's always an extra layer of protection."

"But the simplest thick cloth armor also needs 8 gold coins, I can't afford it." Siegel replied: "Sir Bill takes good care of me, and won't let me on the battlefield for the time being. So I just need to be smart, UU Read www.uukanshu.com Don't attract the attention of the enemy, it's still safe. Besides, I've never seen other knights in Ximu Town who can afford armor."

"That's because they don't have a dwarf friend named Pi Ya. Remember, don't tell anyone."

After finishing speaking, the grocer dragged the dark-haired young man and took him to the warehouse at the back of the store, where things were piled up like a mountain, and several dwarfs were sorting these things and registering them. When these people saw Siegel come in, they raised their heads and waved to him: "You must be that squid's child, and it really looks weird and interesting, welcome!"

Pi Ya pointed to a pile of worn-out armors, including leather armor, leather armor, chain armor, and scale armor. All of them were picked up from the battlefield. They were badly damaged and varied in size and style. The gnome explained that among the loot that the adventurers brought back, there were many such broken armors, but they could not sell them for a few dollars. If these things are simply used as scrap iron to the blacksmith shop, the price is very low, and it is not enough to bring them back. Grocery stores recycle these items at a premium, picking out useful parts and removable parts, leaving only those pure metal scraps and throwing them at the smithy to maximize value.

"Recycling is a university question." The dwarf shook his finger proudly, "I can make money from this secret!"

"So you want to give me a discount?"

"No, I'm just giving you a chance to see your luck." Pi Ya smiled proudly: "You give me two gold coins, I'll let you stay here for a day, and you can find parts from this pile of things yourself. When the sun goes down, you can take at most one suit of armor and go away. Don't blame me if you can't put it on."