"Only thirty gold coins, four scrolls, and one low-level resistance ring? What a bunch of poor people!"
Dumbledore, who completed touching the corpse and searching for loot with extremely skilled movements, curled his lips in disdain.
It was obvious that after more than two months of traveling, he had completely adapted to the adventurous life in Faerûn, and even enjoyed it a little bit.
Especially when it comes to collecting property from dead people or dead monsters, it was a bit hard for the principal to accept at first. He always felt like a dark wizard who did all kinds of evil.
But after following an adventurous team to the connected dark area beneath Dragonlance Castle, he quickly put these self-righteous thoughts behind him. By the way, he also met a girl who lived in the underground city and believed in the dark girl Yili.
Some close interactions take place among the male dark elf warriors of Strait.
Since then, Dumbledore has thoroughly understood the common morals and values ​​of Faerûn, and also deeply liked the extremely open and tolerant attitude here in some aspects.
Most importantly, he began to fall in love with the feeling of killing enemies and obtaining loot from their corpses.
Coupled with the high cost of purchasing various magic items, materials and scrolls, he had to learn to be thrifty and budget wise.
However, complaints are complaints, Dumbledore still plundered all the corpses on the ground, and then quickly disappeared at the end of the alley in Neverwinter.
Over the next few hours, he played a deadly hunting game with Deszell's men using the magical map he made.
Either use magic to launch a surprise attack, or use transformation magic to strengthen yourself, and then use the sharp sword in your hand to rush forward and chop down the enemy.
In short, when Deszell realized that something was wrong, more than 20 people from the six teams sent out were already dead. Only one thief noticed that something was wrong in advance and hid, and finally escaped and returned.
Report the situation.
At this moment, he grabbed the thief by the collar and shouted: "Are you kidding me? There is only one person! How could he kill so many people! Even if he uses a scroll, he is killing three or four groups of people.
After that, the spell slots should be almost used."
"Master, how dare I deceive you.
I saw all this with my own eyes.
That mage from Askatla is simply an out-and-out monster.
His swordsmanship is even more powerful and terrifying than many warriors.
One barbarian warrior didn't even last ten seconds before his head was cut off.
He seems to have mastered a spell that adds lightning damage to weapons.
If the person fighting against him does not have an insulator such as leather or wood on the handle of his weapon, he will be immediately paralyzed by the electric shock and lose the ability to resist."
The thief didn't dare to hide anything, so he just shook out everything he observed.
It is easy to see from the fear in his eyes that he did not participate in the battle at all, but hid in the shadows in the distance and watched helplessly as other people in the team were killed.
"Damn it! What is the spellcasting level of this guy named Albus Dumbledore?"
Deszell's face was full of anger and nervousness.
You must know that in order to prevent interference from the West Coast Empire, he tried his best to convince Lord Nasir to keep the mysterious infectious disease that appeared in Neverwinter a secret for the time being.
In this way, we can prevent the plague from being strangled in its initial stages of spread.
After all, in recent years, as the cabinet and the royal family have spared no effort in allocating resources and spending money on magic education, the number of low-level mages and apprentices has begun to increase exponentially.
Many people who had no chance of becoming spellcasters have gradually mastered some spellcasting abilities by virtue of the magical shackles shrouded in several major cities.
Those mages who were talented but had no money or power in the past can now gain allegiance to the royal family or pass the examination to join the Arcane Order, where they can obtain a vast amount of knowledge and spells, including Netherese scrolls.
In this environment where knowledge and various resources are relatively easy to obtain, the chance of becoming a high-level mage or even a legendary mage is naturally much greater than before.
What's more, the factional struggle within the Red-robed Master of Ser is becoming more and more intense and sharp.
With the help of the mole arranged by Zuo Si there and the secret operation of the entangled talisman lurking in the dark, some guys who could not survive or were in danger of being killed fled to the West Coast Empire with their families and their families for refuge.
According to Deszell's knowledge, in Askatra, the capital city alone, there are more than 170 high-level mages who can cast seven-ring arcane spells, and there are almost the same number in Calimport, where the royal palace is located.
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That powerful foundation simply makes any enemy feel deeply fearful and fearful.
He absolutely believed that with the magical power controlled by the empire, he would be able to find a way to get rid of the plague in a short time.
Not to mention that the Church of Talona, ​​who was originally the goddess of poison and disease, was obedient to Zuo Si, and was even more loyal than the Imperial Guard, known as the "Emperor's Loyal Dog."
Therefore, before the plague spreads and becomes completely uncontrollable, the West Coast Empire cannot directly intervene under any circumstances, otherwise all efforts made will be in vain.
The thief smiled bitterly and shook his head: "Sorry, Master, I'm not sure either.
But so far, the spells I have seen used by the other party seem to only have the highest level of six, and the number of spells that can be cast is obviously larger.
The most important thing is that he can always find our position accurately and launch a sneak attack first.
Even while I was in stealth mode, I almost got caught.”
"You mean he's using magic to locate our people?!"
Deszell's expression suddenly changed.
Because this means that the transaction and cooperation between himself and the queen of the creator race, Mosala, has most likely been exposed.
"No, it should be a magic item.
I noticed that the other party had something that looked like a map in his hand.
There will be some red dots moving around the city of Neverwinter.
If nothing else, these red dots are the teams you sent."
The thief carefully gave his guess.
"Sixth-level magic... In other words, he is at least a LV11 mage, and he has a very close relationship with the emperor Soth."
Deszell narrowed his eyes and quickly made a rough judgment based on the information he currently had.
This spellcasting level is obviously very subtle.
On the one hand, it is no longer a low-level mage that is fragile and easy to kill, but has a considerable degree of self-protection ability, and it also does not lack the means of control and mass destruction.
On the other hand, there are things like [Limited Wishes], [Anti-Gravity], [Transformation of Spirits], [Simulacra], [Sword of Mordenken], [Alien Teleportation], [Spell Reversal] that have not been mastered yet.
】 and other powerful magic that can reverse the disadvantage in an instant, there is still the possibility of being killed.
Deszell was not sure whether the opponent was pretending to be a pig and deliberately hiding his strength to lure him to take the initiative, or whether he really only had this little power.
Or maybe the empire has noticed something...
The more he thought about it, the more he felt that the man who called himself Albus Dumbledore was very suspicious, both in terms of the time he appeared and his series of actions after arriving in Neverwinter.
"Master, do you need to mobilize more manpower from outside the city?" the thief asked in an uncertain tone.
Deszell shook his head expressionlessly: "No, stop all actions temporarily and don't continue to provoke him.
The most urgent task now is to determine the purpose of this mage and his true purpose.
In addition, let our people speed up the spread of the plague. Within a week, I will see more than half of the residents of Neverwinter fall ill.
No one can prevent the return of the great race of creators!"
"As you wish."
The thief bent down and bowed deeply, then quickly disappeared into the darkness.
As soon as he left, Vanswijk, the pastor of the Church of Tire, the God of Justice, came in from outside and asked with an embarrassed look: "My dear friend, do you have time now? I want to talk to you about that.
A guest from afar."
"Guest? Do you mean Lord Dumbledore?"
Deszell was clearly interested.
Because he now desperately wants to know all the information about this mage.
Vanswijk's face turned slightly red, and he nodded quickly: "Yes, it's Mr. Dumbledore. I...I found that his sexual orientation seems a little different from normal people."
"What?!"
Deszell was stunned for a moment, as if he couldn't believe his ears.
"Yes, you heard it right. When he shook hands with me, he scratched the palm of my hand in a very subtle way."
When he said these words, Vanswijk visibly shivered and felt uncomfortable all over his body.
But Deszell's eyes shone slightly, and he asked pretending to be concerned: "You mean, he secretly expressed his love to you?"
"I think so.
Although this does not violate the teachings of the righteous God.
But you know that I am already engaged to Aribes and I am not interested in men.
To be continued...