On the last night before the Scorching Sun Competition, all the taverns in Neverwinter were overcrowded.

Tang Sen and others did not take the Moonstone Mask's floating ship, but walked low-key through the crowded crowd.

The location of the Three Bears Tavern is not in a core business district like the Guardian Enclave. Instead, you have to walk across the Sleeping Dragon Bridge, cross the Neverwinter River that spans the entire Neverwinter City, and arrive at the Black Lake District.

The Black Lake District is much more chaotic than the Guardian Enclave, but the consumption is also much lower. Therefore, it has become a gathering place for adventurers. Tang Sen can see many guards patrolling the streets, facing the streets from time to time.

The drunkard and thief on the street reprimanded loudly.

"Those are the Winter Shield Watchers, adventurers and mercenaries hired by the city lord." Maris explained in a low voice, "These people are responsible for the security of the Black Lake District. Of course, in my opinion, these guys who collect black money everywhere are the ones in the Black Lake District.

A source of confusion."

"In front of you is the Three Bears Tavern. I can proudly say that although it is not as luxurious as Moonstone Mask, the atmosphere is much better!"

He pointed to a building located on the corner of the street, "Here, you can find all the adventurers you want. There are too many legendary stories that start here."

Although he has not yet entered the door of the Three Bears Tavern, Tang Sen can already hear the enthusiastic shouts coming from inside.

He looked up at the door. There was no plaque on it, only the specimens of the heads of three ferocious bugbears.

"So this is what the three bears mean." Cui Xi showed excitement. "It's so interesting."

"The boss of the Three Bears was originally a famous adventurer. His most glorious achievement was to defeat an entire goblin tribe alone. What you see are his trophies. Of course, he was hit in the knee in that battle.

He fired corrosive arrows, thus ending his adventurous career."

Maris pushed open the door, and the sound waves drowned several people as if they were real. The unpleasant smell of sweat and alcohol mixed together, making Tang Sen frown slightly.

But Baan became excited. Dwarves liked this kind of occasion the most. He strode in with a swing of the hammer and placed it heavily on the bar.

There will be no more episodes like Moonstone Mask, because there are already various reassuring signs on the bar.

In addition, there is a whole row of ale on it, and from time to time someone picks up a glass and drops a few copper coins.

Maris chatted with the bartender skillfully for a few words, then walked over to Tang Sen and whispered, "He is already waiting for us upstairs."

Of course, in a place where adventurers gather like this, there is a separate place for conversation.

The group of people, including Barn, who was already carrying a glass of strong wine, went upstairs, passed through the complicated corridor, and arrived at a room. Maris knocked on the door first and didn't push the door until he heard a response from inside.

Open the door.

Then, Tang Sen saw a man wearing a hood, his face completely hidden in the shadows.

The other party is obviously a priest, which can be seen from the heavy armor on the opponent's body and the shield placed on the table - the priests in the world of Faerûn are not like people's usual impression of wearing cloth robes and staying behind everyone.

A profession that casts blessing.

Of course, they also release blessings, but in most cases, the priests wear heavy armor and stand at the front of the team, smashing the enemy's heads with the flails in their hands.

"You are late." The man's voice was very hoarse, exuding a dark aura - this is not surprising. No one would expect priests who can cast the conversation with the dead to be good people. At least, their

The existence you believe in will not be a good camp.

"It's a bit crowded tonight." Maris explained, and then said, "I brought your client, and you can start talking."

The man glanced at Tang Sen and said, "Outlander? What do you need the conversation with the dead skill for?"

Tang Sen's eyes narrowed slightly, and Barn put the wine glass on the table in time. "That's not how the deal is negotiated! Pastor."

"Don't ask about things you shouldn't ask, that's the rule."

The man let out a hoarse laugh, "Rules? Neverwinter City's rules have nothing to do with me."

"Usually using the dead man's conversation technique, you must hope to know some key information from the dead man's mouth, right?"

"However, I am willing to use a magic slot to make extra money. If the price satisfies me, I can ask nothing."

Maris looked stunned and said, "Pastor, that's not what we talked about at the beginning. I have already given the price, ten dragon coins. You have already made a lot of money."

The man leaned back, revealing half of his face from the shadows. Everyone could notice that there were various strange lines on his face.

"No, I changed my mind." He said, "I thought I was just trading with the poor man in the gutter. Ten dragon coins are enough to empty your pocket. But now it seems that my client is willing to pay for the dead man's mouth."

The message pays more.”

He looked Tang Sen up and down, with greed in his tone, "Spellcaster, the robe you are wearing is not suitable for someone like you. What you are interested in is not traces of goblins."

The robe Tang Sen wears comes from the Seven Days Trading Magic Shop, and is equipped with a permanent arrow protection magic.

The man in front of him had obviously secretly cast a divine identification spell, and he could see the magical light permeating the robe.

"How much do you want?" Tang Sen narrowed his eyes and said slowly.

"Three hundred dragon coins or if you let me listen to the news together, I don't want a penny." The man said.

At this moment, words suddenly appeared in Tang Sen's vision.

[Product Iolum's Immortality (Selected)]

[Product Sazastan's Phylactery (optional)]

[No purchase period]

"Is there one more product to choose from?"

Tang Sen remained calm on the surface, but his mind began to spin rapidly.

"The last time the product appeared, it was because the dwarf mentioned a relic about Netheril. Obviously, that relic is related to Iolum's immortality."

"But this time, just because I met a priest who was planning to trade, an incredible product was triggered."

Even if Tang Sen does not have a particularly in-depth understanding of the world of Faerun, it is impossible for him to know nothing about the name Sazastan.

The leader of the red robe mage, the ruler of Ser, a powerful lich who has lived for many years, and the lich's only weakness is his phylactery.

Purchasing this product not only means fighting against a legendary red-robed mage, but also against the entire Ser, including countless lichs, nine-ring red-robed mage and countless undead creatures and magical creations under their command.

Tang Sen stared at the man in front of him, the corners of his mouth slowly raised.

"Interesting."
Chapter completed!