Chapter 12 The dragon is coming?

The grain transport convoy made a half-circle around the city and entered from the north gate. The grain in Chang'an Town was ordered by Miraba's "Shining Stone" Council. They then sold the purchased grain to the residents of the city at high prices, and the residents

They then supply it to foreign merchants from afar at higher prices.

It is said that "Ghosts scare people and consume their energy; people scare people and scare them to death!" Everyone who experienced the incident at South City Gate was so scared that they were glad that they could survive. Even those who were not scared at first (such as the two elves) later

They were also frightened by others. After the loyal convoy guards handed over the grain truck to the person in charge of the transaction sent by the parliament, they hid in the Temple of Tyr along with everyone. In this world of high demons, if you

If you meet a stranger with strong magic skills, but this person also has desperate melee combat capabilities, then this stranger is either the incarnation of a god or a transformed dragon. Considering the small chance that a god may appear in the mortal world, this

At this time, you can judge with certainty - this guy must be a giant dragon walking in the world.

As a temple of faith with powerful divine power, the Temple of Tyr in Miraba is far less grand than the temple of the Goddess of Commerce located on the other side of the city near the market. This makes the arrogant God Tyr

The person in charge of the temple, Bishop Vestac Ore, was extremely unhappy, but there was nothing he could do about it. The people in this mineral trading city were obsessed with the wealth brought by the metal trade, and the order of the city was controlled by the "Shining Stone" Council.

, apart from treating people, the Church of Tire has almost no influence on the city. The extremely unwilling Bishop Vestak can only show his influence by raising the cost of medical treatment crazily, but this

The foolish decision further worsened the situation of the Church of Tyr in the town of Mirabar.

When Drizzt and his group of thirteen people came to the entrance of the Temple of Tyr, the knights of the temple refused the drow to enter. The angry barbarian Wulfgar almost smashed the heads of the guarding knights. Bruenor could not lift the battle axe.

He can only launch vicious attacks with his mouth. As for the halfling, don't count on him at this time.

The guards and mercenaries who entered the temple found the priest who was responsible for treatment. "What? A hundred gold coins are needed for treatment? You might as well go and rob the Watkin Temple as fast as you can!"

"Before this winter, the price of treating a minor injury was only ten gold coins! After just one winter, it has increased tenfold! Father Jama! This is too outrageous! We are old friends for many years! You can't fool us.

Yeah!" Gosar, who was familiar with the healing priest, said angrily. Pastor Jama, who looked slightly older, smiled dejectedly and said: "Gosa! When did I ever fool you? The price was set by Bishop Ori himself.

There’s nothing I can do!”

Gosar frowned and asked: "Is the Bishop crazy? Why did you make such an outrageous decision? This is simply destroying the foundation of your temple!" Jama approached Gosar and whispered: "What else could it be for?

!A few weeks ago, Bishop Orui tried to enter the 'Shining Stone' Council, but was rejected mercilessly by the members! When the bishop came back, he became angry and cursed, and increased the price of treatment tenfold." Gossa scorned.

Said: "Mr. Bishop Orui is too wishful thinking! How can a place like the 'Yuoshi' Council, where he makes a lot of money, let him join for no reason!" Jama also sighed: "Yes! Mr. Bishop Orui only wants to

To expand the influence of the temple, it’s a pity that we are too eager for quick success!”

"Maybe this time will be a good opportunity!" Gossara said to himself softly, stroking the beard under his jaw.

"What good opportunity?" Jama, who was a little confused, asked doubtfully.

Gosar covered it up nonchalantly: "It's nothing! By the way, check your arm for me first! Something's not right these two days! Let me state it first! I don't have any money to give you!" Jama looked helplessly at the shameless mercenary. The leader grabbed his arm and pinched it back and forth. He asked doubtfully: "What happened to you? How come almost everyone was injured?" Gosar said dejectedly: "Don't mention it! It's really unlucky! He was killed first. A giant dragon walking in the world was beaten up by Fatty! Another violent barbarian was encountered... Oops! Be gentle!"

"A giant dragon? You mean a giant dragon that walks in the world? This joke is not very humorous! I even had tea with the incarnation of Bane!" Jama thought that his old friend was bragging. "Do you think I am joking? I can tell you You! That giant dragon has already entered the city! Ms. Sunderland personally led it in! If you don’t believe me, ask my brothers if what I said is true!” Gosa pointed to his companions and said to Jama. .

So everyone described the scene that happened at the South City Gate in a hurry, "Hahaha! Little Sunderland is so bold, he actually dares to tease a giant dragon! And he can come back alive! This is my life Biggest joke ever!"

In the Sparkling Stone Hall, the planning meeting for the upcoming sales season was at a standstill due to Ms. Sunderland's temporary departure. The fat Marquis of Mirabar, Erasturalium, was chatting and laughing with the parliamentarians.

"I'm sure! The quality of our minerals in the coming year will surprise everyone! Look! There are more than twenty metallurgists and alchemists! They are the most knowledgeable people in the world who understand metals! Well! !Know more than the dwarves!" Upon hearing this, Agranthe, the only dwarf councilor in the Twinkling Stone Hall, curled his mouth with a thick beard in disdain. As the highest-status among the thousands of dwarves in Miraba, He is loyal to this city, but as the priest of the dwarf god Dumason, he is even more convinced that only the dwarves are the race in the world that knows the secrets of metal best, no one!

The smug Marquis obviously noticed the disdainful expression of the silent dwarf. He waved his fat and disgusting hands and announced his reverie to the surrounding councilors in a louder voice: "Just watch! The best experts! I give Give them the best treatment! High-quality metals can be extracted from even the lowest-quality ores! The mysterious alchemical formula makes ordinary black iron as magical as mithril! We will no longer rely on the quantity of trade to survive. ! Small and exquisite products are the best choice! Magical armor! Priceless legendary weapons!" Marquis Erastus, who was intoxicated with the wonderful future, had an excited expression of yearning.

A councilman interrupted the Marquis's delusion with some hesitation: "But as a result, our production will be greatly reduced, far from being able to meet the needs of various cities! This will have a very bad impact on our reputation. This will arouse everyone's There is public outrage, and it has been like this for several years, which has caused dissatisfaction among other lords!"

"Then come and buy more legendary equipment! I will sell it to them at a fair price! Of course! If there are no gold coins, those paupers can also learn from goblins and orcs! Shields made of wood are also very strong. Yes! Hahaha——!" The fat Marquis laughed arrogantly, and the other congressmen also laughed together. The congressman who just spoke sighed with a blush on his face, and the dwarf congressman next to him who had been listless snorted. , his short legs kicked the chair under him in dissatisfaction.

Just when the members were unscrupulously criticizing the downfall of the southern nobles, the door of the parliament was opened, and a guard with a hurried expression ran into the parliament hall. Marquis Erastus reprimanded with great dissatisfaction: "Didn't anyone teach you? Do you have to knock on the door before coming in? You uneducated fellow! Get out! This is not the place for you!"

"But sir! I am Ms. Sunderland's messenger. She has something important to inform you!" the extremely embarrassed guard replied at a loss.

"What important thing? Is it more important than our trade plan? (laughing) Okay! I am a tolerant lord! Guard! Tell me about your so-called important thing and let me see if it is really that important. !" The lord's pretended elegance was disgusting, but no one dared to laugh at him, except the dwarves!

The guard looked at the other members with some embarrassment: "But..."

"If you don't tell me, get out of this room!" Erastus was a little angry at Agranthe's heavy hammer's ridicule, but it was obvious that the dwarves played an important role in Miraba, so he could only vent his anger on the poor guards.

"Yes! Sir! A giant dragon walking in the world has entered Mirabar. Ms. Sunderland wants me to tell you to prepare for contingency as soon as possible!" The guard could only helplessly tell the news he wanted to convey.

"The giant dragon walking in the world? Hahaha! You are here specifically to make us happy, right?" Everyone in the hall burst into laughter, including the dwarves!

"It's true! Sir! This is what we saw with our own eyes! The grain transport convoy from Chang'an Town was captured by this giant dragon! Mr. Ellago of the Hubbell family has been buried in the belly of the dragon! Ms. Sunderland

I personally exposed his disguise! But now the Archon Lady has temporarily stabilized the dragon!" In order to convince the Marquis, the guard could only turn his guess into facts.

The dwarf councilor Aglanthor stopped laughing and interrupted: "Ms. Sunderland would never make such outrageous jokes! Either this guard is lying! (At this time, the guard who sent the message hurriedly cursed and swore his credibility) or There really is a giant dragon that has entered Mirabar!" At this point, the dwarf's expression changed.

Everyone's expressions changed when they heard the dwarf's words. Everyone was in panic and chaos. The hall suddenly jumped up and down, and the tables and chairs were arranged in a mess. The fat Erastus even called the guards in panic. : "Degafo! Degafo! Quickly! Protect me from here! Take me out of here!"
Chapter completed!