The Death Knell

Ciri was about to fall asleep. Slade and the witches talked too many things during the meal, and she couldn't understand almost all of them...

But now it's fine, everyone has left separately, and in the end only Su Ming and her are left here.

"Dragon skin...skeleton..."

There were too many ingredients for her to collect, and to be honest, the dragon meat tasted really good when paired with some strange seasonings, and she couldn't bend down while eating.

"No, it's just a flying dragon. If I have the chance, I will take you to see a real dragon, the kind that can talk." Su Ming sat on a tree stump nearby, smoking quietly and calculating the gains of this trip.

After a while, he stood up and asked Ciri to go back to the Chameleon Inn to wait for him. He was going to buy a saddle bag.

.....................

The witches were very efficient and sold a lot of dragon parts even at night, especially the dragon heads.

Now that he has enough money, he plans to take Ciri to Faerun first and buy a space bag before returning home.

He could leave by the old method first, and then Ciri would lag behind for a while, follow the picture and then teleport to the Waterdeep dock.

Ciri's power level increased greatly after the events of the Wild Hunt, and she became like a teleporter, able to teleport anywhere she saw.

However, when Su Ming returned to Faerun and entered the crystal wall, he was directly transported to a strange place.

The new location looks like an oval room, and everything is messy, which is to say full of life.

Countless scrolls or books were piled casually on the table, and some magic props were littered like garbage.

The surrounding walls are all made of wood and look full of age. The sun or roof leaks have made them mottled white.

Outside the window, you can see the seawater slowly swallowing the rocks, and then slowly spitting it out. The beach scenery covered with white foam seems to never change.

This was probably the second floor of a barn, because when Su Ming suddenly stepped on the floor, the red-brown wood made a creaking sound, and a few straws popped out from the gaps in the boards.

An old man holding a pipe was sitting in a rocking chair not far away, looking at Su Ming with a smile.

The old man had a gray beard and was wearing a red cloak with a shabby robe underneath. There were all kinds of weird bags and props hanging all over his chest.

And some threads playfully popped out of his sleeves, just like their owners.

The mage's hat was casually thrown on the table aside, with a thick family tree pressed underneath. The sunlight outside the window made it look golden.

"Welcome to my humble hut, young planeswalker."

The old man has a hoarse voice, shining eyes with stern eyes, and a weather-beaten face, all of which show the traces of time.

Su Ming sighed and took off his helmet.

"No one would think that the residence of the Great Sage of Shadow Valley would be a shed. Although it looks like a barn or a mill, I think this is one of the most indestructible mage towers in Faerûn."

Just as he was speaking, Xili suddenly teleported to his side. Perhaps her footing suddenly became unstable. She stepped hard on the ground in an effort to maintain balance.

As a result, the fragile floor planks broke due to the sudden appearance of two people one after another.

Xili pinned her feet and sat down on the ground, her shoes still stuck in the holes.

"oops."

She touched the weapon with some vigilance, but soon discovered that there were no enemies here. Except for the smiling old man, it was Slade, and the blue bird that seemed to be peeping outside the window.

"Haha, just like I said, a simple shack." Elminster stroked his long beard and winked happily at Su Ming. The old mage put the meerschaum pipe into his mouth again. .

His tobacco smoked lightly and smelled like burning mint leaves.

Su Ming helped Ciri up and tried to find a place to sit down and talk, but it was obvious that all the places were filled with clutter. Unless he and Ciri sat down in Elminster like they did when they saw Santa Claus. Legs up.

But now that the two people appear here, they are obviously not here to receive gifts. The goddess of magic Mystra teleported the two people to the front of the electorate. There must be something going on.

Su Ming walked to the window, moved the flower pot a little, and leaned against the window sill with Xiri, while the girl looked at everything around her with obvious curiosity.

She didn't say anything, just waited quietly.

"I wonder what you want from us, master?"

"Well, I noticed you last time you entered our world, and I discussed it with the goddess. If you come back again, I want to chat with you and connect a space channel directly to the place where you entered, little girl. It's just an accident that the way she travels through the world is different from yours."

Elminster didn't have any purpose, he just wanted to chat.

The older he gets, the more he acts as he pleases. He can throw a handful of gold coins to a beggar for no reason, or he can make a fortune when a rich man asks him to do something.

Some people said he was crazy, but the powerful power of magic finally drove the legendary mage crazy.

But he always said that it was a manifestation of his true temperament, that he was so kind and jealous of evil.

According to Su Ming's known information, Elminster is a chosen one of the goddess of magic Mystra, his alignment is chaotic good, and his style of doing things now looks like that of an old naughty boy.

He is also the mage with the highest professional level besides those lichs left over from the Netheril era.

Level 1 warrior, level 2 thief, level 3 priest, level 24 mage, level 5 archmage, plus a lot of legendary treasures, the challenge level is as high as level 39.

"Just chat?"

"Well, just chatting." Elminster looked around as if he was looking for something: "Leo?! Where did he go? Get some drinks for the guests. The poor girl's face is pale."

From a pile of scrolls in the corner, his poor scribes and assistants emerged. Leo was not his apprentice, but could only be regarded as a loyal servant.

It is obvious that this person has been overwhelmed by the burden of work.

"No need, you'd better let him stop resting under the scroll. I brought my own drinks. Do you want to drink?"

Su Ming waved his hand and signaled the poor assistant to go downstairs to sleep. He looked like he was about to die suddenly after staying in the Internet cafe for consecutive nights.

"Drinks outside the crystal wall system? Of course I won't miss it." The old mage took the bottle directly with his mage's hand, without any courtesy: "Speaking of drinking, hey, I have never lost."

Su Ming also unscrewed the wine bottle and secretly signaled to Ciri not to act rashly and that he would negotiate with Elminster.

"So what does Master want to talk about?"

"Dun, dun, dun..."

Elminster was indeed telling no lies, his house was so shabby, and he really loved drinking.

When he drinks wine, he doesn't look like a legendary mage, but like a legendary barbarian, or some kind of adamantine structure with water-filling function.

With one tilt of his neck he drained half of a bottle of spirits.

There was a rustling sound from the leaves and grass outside the window. The old man seemed to enjoy drinking in the sun, because he sighed comfortably when he put down the bottle.

He remembered Su Ming's conversation and fumbled with his hair: "You are planeswalkers. I have met several travelers who traveled through endless worlds and planes. I can feel that the sparks in your hearts have already been ignited. It’s burning brightly at the moment.”

"So?" Su Ming raised an eyebrow and asked tentatively.

"People with sparks are very rare, and those who can ignite them are rare. And this means that you have all experienced wonderful adventures. I want to hear the stories of your world. Any story will do. I can use spells or Will you satisfy the poor old man’s curiosity by exchanging magic props?”

Su Ming narrowed his eyes. Is everything so simple? Something doesn't seem right, but there is only so much information at the moment. The old mage's words are impeccable, and there is no more information.

The hundreds of years old mages are all human spirits.

But if you just want to listen to stories, then follow him, and he will also give you good gifts. The most important thing Su Ming needs is stories.

The old man's favorite things are drinking and adventure. He likes to explore unknown knowledge.

What was the name of the dnd world exploration dungeon in the world before Su Ming?

Therefore, Su Ming planned to tell the old man the story of touching Captain Jin first...