Twenty Sided Dice

Contrary to what Siegel envisioned, Feizak did not have the ability to influence Count Maxime's plans. When he was helped out by Siegel, the identical one-eyed face took everyone by surprise--maybe not including the alchemist, who had always had a very calm expression on his face, but he couldn't have had it earlier. expected.

After more than two days of recuperation, the one-eyed dad was barely able to stand still and moved slowly with crutches.

"Are you injured?" asked Count Maxime.

"No, my lord, I was just poisoned." Feizak answered honestly, "It was a misunderstanding. The poison that Mr. Soth used for self-defense made me like this."

The bald earl turned to face Siegel, his stomach still aching. Now he could see that the guy who punched him was just a young lad, in his early twenties at the most—he had added as much age as he could—a fledgling at all. If he was a royal baron, he must have inherited it from his father. Count Maxime did not believe that such a young man could rise to the baron's rank by virtue of his military exploits, and the royal competition had not been held for several years, and the last champion was definitely not this kid. He found a reason to convince himself to ignore the words of "Soth", and decided to kick this disrespectful young man out of the credit.

"Fizak, that means Soth is not one of your spies?" The Count asked casually, took a glass of ale and drank it, covering the expression on the corner of his mouth.

"Uh..." Feizak hesitated for a moment, but he could only tell the truth: "He is not a spy. But without Soth's help, I couldn't help a few adults into the city. The time was too hasty, and there was no time to make it all together. Two thousand gold coins. Fortunately, he helped out. If a few adults were bought by the orcs..."

"Break the neck of the orc who dared to buy me, and then leave." The count swallowed the ale in his mouth and looked around: "You have nothing good here, no wonder you can't get two thousand gold coins together, and you need outsiders. Help. Tell me, how much did it cost?"

"Twenty-five hundred gold coins." Siegel said decisively with his arms crossed. Since the Count wanted to treat him with this attitude, Siegel didn't want to give him a good face. "If you could be as honest as alchemists and gnomes, you wouldn't have to spend so much."

"The money won't be short of you, Mr. Baron." Maxim: "Waterdeep is happy to pay this little money."

"Little money?" Siegel frowned. More than half a year ago, Siegel was still living a hard life of counting coins. He would never forget the kobold ears that cost two silver coins each. At that time, his "personal fee" as a knight's squire was only five gold coins. "I wonder if there is a dragon tooth dagger in Waterdeep, or if the Earl has such a collection in your family?"

"Dragon Tooth? Are you sure?" The Earl tapped the table with his knuckles, as if he could dig out gold coins: "Waterdeep City will pay for it."

But who will pay for your arrogance and stupidity, Siegel thought. He was more convinced that the idea of ​​sneaking in as a slave did not come from Count Maxim, and he was too proud to have come up with such a solution. Only an alchemist or a dwarf might have a brain smart enough to understand what's going on.

"Fizak, do you have anything to eat here? Also, find us a set of weapons that we can use. There are orcs everywhere, and it is not safe without weapons."

"Yes, sir, good sir." Feizac walked slowly on crutches.

"Are you going to be reckless?" Siegel stared at Maxim without blinking. The count also looked at him, and both felt their eyes were dry, but neither looked away. Going on like this won't help the mission, Siegel thought. So he looked away, looked at the alchemist and asked, "Do you have a way to burn down the dock?"

"There is a way, but I need time to prepare, and I also need some alchemy materials."

"Don't say more," the count whispered.

"Lord Count, the only one who can go out to buy the required materials is this Mr. Soth." The alchemist was very clear, he bowed and said: "We are not familiar with this city, and the Orc language is only barely usable. It’s simply not enough to deal with emergencies.”

"Mr. Baron Soth, what do you think?" Count Maxime said with a smile, "Would you like to assist in this honorable task?"

"Have I been playing around in the city before?" Siegel waved his hand and decided not to have the same knowledge as this nasty earl. The lore of the Association of Mages once commented on Maxim's prudence and stoicism, but never mentioned that he was so proud, and this pride would hurt people. The damage to self-esteem may heal in a few days, but if Macabuda's shipyard is allowed to escape destruction, that damage could be the rout of the entire war, and I don't know how many people will die. Siegel took a deep breath, always needing a rational person to choose to back down, and he unfortunately was the rational person. "Okay, I'm willing to help."

Except for the earl, everyone heaved a sigh of relief.

The alchemist spread out a long sheet on the table, on which more than ten different materials were written, most of which were ores, and the others were materials of various plants. Siegel stood watching, taking the form to heart. Feizak prepared a simple meal, mainly stewed fish, with turnip roots as the main course. Count Maxime was not picky about his food and walked away swaggeringly.

At this time, the archer Mana dared to walk slowly and bowed deeply to Siegel: "Thank you for saving me. When I was pulled away by the orc, I was almost scared to death, thank you ."

"No thanks, I'm just doing my best." Siegel waved his hand and helped her up. "After all, you have a mission on your shoulders and are my comrade-in-arms. I can't die without saving me."

"I don't dare to be a comrade-in-arms, I'm just a mercenary." Mana replied, "And a mercenary for the earl's son. Please forgive the earl's temper, he was not like this before."

"what's going on?"

"The Earl's third son is a mage apprentice. He is with us this time. He is my employer." Mana lowered her voice and said, "As a result, he suffered from frostbite on the road and could only risk flying back to Waterdeep City. The Earl His temper became weird because he was worried about the life and death of his child."

"How did he get frostbite?" Siegel asked. "If he was a wizard apprentice, he should know how to mix antifreeze grease. Even if he really can't, don't you guys notice this? Think the earl His third son, even if he doesn't have the right of inheritance, he is likely to get the castle territory, how could you, as his mercenary, make him suffer from the common disease of frostbite?"

Under Siegel's pressure, Mana's lips trembled, and tears welled up in her eyes. She wiped it with her hands and looked at her tears in surprise. "Why am I crying? Knight just flew back south. It's hard but not fatal. Why should I cry?"

A red circle flashed from the periphery of Mana's pupils, which caught Siegel's attention. He was about to take a closer look, but the female archer wiped away the tears from her eyes, making the ring disappear completely. Siegel felt strange, and he was alert. When facing Count Maxim, he had an unnatural feeling. Even if the earl really has a kind of arrogance that is far beyond ordinary people, the way he behaves is too straightforward, not like an old aristocrat.

Mana's behavior was also abnormal. When she mentioned the earl's third son and frostbite, the inexplicable tears were obviously the result of her true feelings. Siegel thought about it and saw that there were a lot of holes in the whole thing. The Count is the leader of this mission. He should be very aware of its arduousness, but he still brought his own child. Is this brave or rigid? His children actually brought mercenaries, and the earl was able to agree, which obviously did not conform to common sense. What kind of secrets are hidden in it?

Thinking about this direction carefully, Siegel recalled the incident when Tim threw an orc with a wooden knife during the auction. Being young and impulsive may be a legitimate reason, but stupidity is not. It seems that apart from the alchemist and his silent gnome, the other members of this team are not performing normally. In this case, the most normal performance is more likely to be problematic.

Siegel's thoughts were running fast, he decided to be in vain with the Count's team and never reveal his real name and identity as a mage. It just so happened that Feizak didn't know these two secrets either, and he wasn't afraid that he would accidentally reveal them.

The Raven Familiar still has to hide~www.wuxiaspot.com~ He is the eye in the dark, which can help the mage see the threat behind him. But the most important thing right now is to pretend not to see anything. No, Siegel thought about it carefully. He should approach this matter with doubts but not wanting to delve into it, so that it would appear natural. Just like elf martial arts, it moves with the wind and moves with the trend.

"You guys, just don't delay important things any longer." Siegel shook his head and said in a tone of hatred: "Now we must recognize the danger of the situation, we are all over 100,000. Surrounded by orcs, there are watching eyes everywhere, and even darkness can't stop them from watching. Put on slave collars, keep your mouths shut, and don't show any expressions other than fear or sluggishness when looking at orcs ——Orcs have always treated human slaves like this, and there is no need to teach them the truth. After learning this, you can go out and complete the orders given by the count. I will go to him and have a good talk, at least not expand the conflict before completing the task ."

The alchemist Eric threw the quill back into the ink bottle and blew the ink on the paper with his mouth: "Look, Soth, there are a total of twenty-seven materials, and the quantity, quality and character are all on it. How long have you been? Can you get everything ready?"

Siegel lowered his head to browse the list. Every material was written clearly and clearly in exquisite and beautiful words, and there was a different kind of compositional beauty. Siegel held the inventory in his hand and felt like he was looking at a magic scroll. 'He's so normal,' thought Siegel, 'normal to not normal. ’

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