Chess Mage of Faerûn

Chapter 202 Young man, your kidneys are pretty good.
Galas was a seasoned veteran; he knew perfectly well that free things were often the most expensive. He immediately waved his hands, signaling Zhang Yuan to make a selection quickly.

"Please don't be hasty, sir. There's something I want to clarify. Our conflict with that troll tribe wasn't a sudden encounter. It even involved collusion between the Ancient Tomb Lord and the Blackblood Beast King."

Seeing that the other party had shown some interest, Zhang Yuan quickly recounted his encounter with Pastor Vesalon that day and the diary he was pursuing, stating frankly that there was a shadow of an evil god lurking among the nobles of Neverwinter.

Just~
"That's interesting, but what does it have to do with me?" Garas let out a long sigh, wiped the end of his pipe with the hem of his tattered robe, and glanced up at me with a half-smile:
"Don't try any clever tricks. I'm an old man, I don't have the energy to go all the way to Neverwinter to seek justice with you. If you really don't care about these little things, then forget it. Anyway, I won't return that leaf to you."

Seeing that things were hopeless, Zhang Yuan didn't dare to be reckless and pester them. He simply picked up the large dog statue and asked about its function.

"This is a Moonhound statue. It can summon an Astral Mastiff once a day. It's quite powerful and very practical." Then the old man changed the subject:
"I don't think you need this thing. You're Tyrantir's disciple, after all. Why should you be reduced to summoning things with items?"

Unexpectedly, the young man in front of him held the statue in his hand, looking thoughtful.

Just as Gallas raised his eyebrows and was about to take the opportunity to explain the remaining items, Zhang Yuan spoke first.

“I don’t want this statue for myself. I have a druid friend and a few sirens followers outside Baldur’s Gate. In addition, there is a dryad living in the woodland they are in charge of. It’s good to have an extra bit of self-defense.”

"Oh? Your druid friend is also a woman?" The old man's focus was unusual.

"Huh? Yes."

"Young man, you've got good kidneys, can you handle this?" The old man suddenly said this, leaving even the usually thick-skinned and easygoing official speechless.

Not knowing what to say, and being no match for the other party in a fight, Zhang Yuan could only glare at him to express his dissatisfaction.

"Tch, don't pretend to be innocent after getting the benefit. I know you mages too well. You all say you're focused on arcane magic and have no interest in anything else, but behind the scenes you're all enslaving and keeping water sprites or tree spirits as lovers, aren't you?"

The old man's unkempt face, covered in a thick layer of grease, seemed oblivious to the menacing glare directed at him. He nonchalantly scratched his beard, picked up the wooden plaque from the table, and tossed it over:
"Since you still have some conscience and know to care about those young lovers, why don't you just choose this one too?"

As a result, Zhang Yuan looked at the wooden plaque with some curiosity. Its main body should be made of oak, unlike a newly made item. The accumulation of years has made its color deep and its surface smooth and delicate, as if it has a layer of patina.

The wooden sign was no bigger than the palm of my hand, shaped like a shield, with vines and oak carvings on it. There was also a line of small characters at the bottom, written by Jing Leiyu: "Friends or the distance."

Then he looked up at Gallas.

"This is an oak insignia containing three Woodland Gates. Once they're used up, they're gone. See for yourself what they're like." With that, the old man pointed, and a burst of light emanated from the wooden plaque.

Holding the wooden plaque, Zhang Yuan felt as if he had suddenly received a message, presumably because the other party had activated the mark on the plaque.

"Oak Emblem: The holder can use Woodland Gate three times. After the Woodland Gate is used up, the item will disappear." "Woodland Gate: Depending on the user's choice, a Woodland Gate can be opened to summon a team of natural creatures with a total level of 32 and a maximum level of no more than eight to provide support. Alternatively, a portal can be opened to a forest environment with known exact coordinates. The portal can last for a maximum of ten minutes and can be manually closed."

"It's not shameful to run away, it's shameful to be unable to escape; it's not shameful to be unable to win, it's shameful to be unable to find any talent."

This thing?
It's a powerful tool for calling in reinforcements during fights and for strategic retreats. Indeed, as the other side said, it's a very suitable tool for my few sirens to protect themselves.

But then the Moonhound statue loses much of its significance. Summoning every day is great, but it's nothing to a mage like me who's always casting summoning spells.

Without hesitation, he shamelessly threw the statue he had already obtained back, claiming it was a case of comparing prices, and then reached out to examine the other two items as well.

The bracelet was mainly made of wooden beads, the material of which was indistinguishable. There were also a few gemstones mixed in, which, upon closer inspection, turned out to be jasper, fire agate, and green jade. Although they were far less precious than bandit stones or beige, they were still quite valuable.

The longsword was the only weapon and metal artifact among the four items. Zhang Yuan held it in his hand and weighed it repeatedly, finding it quite heavy. Upon closer inspection, he noticed wisps of dark light flashing across the blade and edge, suggesting that a considerable amount of refined gold had been incorporated during its forging. Furthermore, there were layers of cloud patterns along the spine and the two edges, arranged in a clear and orderly manner.

The weapon itself is already a masterpiece, and the several lightning patterns that wrap around the sword like silver chains further highlight its nature as a magical weapon.

He was, after all, a sword saint, and as a mage, his eye for talent was also quite good. After playing with the longsword for a short while, he became extremely fond of it.

"That little trinket was a practice piece I made back then. I named it the Life-Protecting Bracelet, and it was just something I could use to cast some defensive and healing spells. But it seems you've already made up your mind?"

Zhang Yuan, who considered himself to have an abnormal physique and several healing items protecting him, nodded: "Grandpa, can you tell me about this sword?"

"Hmm, let me think... sigh, as people get older..."

The old man leaned back in his chair in a relaxed, reclining position, blowing smoke rings as he reminisced.

"This sword is actually a trophy I obtained back in the Underdark. Back then, I wasn't even an Archdruid yet, and those Drow hunting squads were no pushovers."

Indeed, people tend to become more talkative as they get older, and even this legendary druid in front of me has become quite rambling.

Zhang Yuan, who didn't dare to interrupt the other person, had no choice but to listen patiently to the whole story and occasionally offer his own praise.

“Originally, these kinds of armored weapons made by drow elves would decay as soon as they came to the ground and were exposed to sunlight, even if they were mixed with adamantite.”

Thank you to the person floating in the air for the monthly pass!

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(End of this chapter)