Super Magician: The Magic Network Collapsed Again at the Start

Chapter 34: Your identity when you go out is given by yourself

"Why is there a camp here?" Blatt asked in surprise. "You don't mean you're planning to settle here, do you? You're quick to run away."

The camp doesn't look like it was just set up, which means that these people fled the city as soon as the incident occurred at Baldur's Gate.

Anser looked at the pattern on the tent and vaguely felt that it looked familiar.

He waved his hand: "Let's go around it, so as not to cause any misunderstanding."

"it is good……"

At this moment, the people in the camp also noticed them. Several young men patrolling with weapons rushed over and blocked the front of the camp.

Just as Anser was about to speak, he noticed out of the corner of his eye that Blatt was staring blankly at the crowd, looking surprised.

“Eamon—” Blatt gripped the longsword and swung it forcefully above his head, his expression excited.

A burly man emerged from the camp, clad in half-armor and carrying a black battle axe. He stared at Blatt on the slope, his face filled with disbelief: "Blatt?!"

“It’s me! It’s me!” Blatt exclaimed with delight. He turned to Anser and said, “His name is Eamon. He used to be the captain of my adventure team. Now he’s in the Stonemasons’ Guild. He’s reliable.”

Anser suddenly realized why the symbol on the lantern looked so familiar; it was the stonework pattern of the Stonemasons' Guild.

"Let's go over there."

The group walked down the grassy slope. Blatt ran a few steps and hugged the man coming towards him tightly, slapping his shoulders and back loudly.

“I thought you were dead.” Amon’s eyes were slightly red, and his deep voice was a little hoarse. “The entire Lingang Hospital is gone, all that’s left is a huge crater…”

"I'm lucky I didn't die; the captain rescued me." Blatt grinned from ear to ear.

"Captain? Didn't we agree not to take any more risks?" Eamon's expression changed slightly.

“Strictly speaking, it wasn’t an adventure, it was a life-or-death struggle,” Blatt said with a self-deprecating laugh. “Don’t you know what’s going on at Baldur’s Gate? It’s teeming with monsters.”

“Hmm.” Eamon’s eyes darkened; how could he not know?

Anser gazed at the man beside Blatt, secretly admiring him: 'Wow, he's really strong!'

The man named Eamon was two meters tall, with arms thicker than his thighs, but he walked lightly and didn't look clumsy.

At this moment, the dice revealed the man's information:

[Amon, Human, Level 4 Barbarian (Berserker)]

'You're quite capable.'

Looking at his physique, Anser felt that his talent must be quite good as well.

After all, bigger is stronger!
Blatt pulled Eamon in front of Anser and introduced them with a smile: "Anser, this is my former captain, Eamon..."

“Hello, Eamon.” Anser’s lips curled into a strange smile.

Berserker as captain? He felt like he'd heard that name somewhere before.

When Amon saw the handsome Nornos, he was surprised. Then he looked at Anser and immediately felt that the man and the horse were a perfect match. Such a man should ride such a horse.

"Haha, hello current captain, I'm former captain Eamon..." He had a good impression of Anser and unconsciously made a small joke.

After a brief introduction, Amon introduced Anser and the others to his companions.

Since everyone came from Baldur's Gate and there were acquaintances among them, the atmosphere was quite harmonious.

However, Nornos remained standing next to Anser, and no one dared to approach him.

Eamon is the leader here, and it's clear that everyone respects him.

He invited everyone to the camp’s “living room,” which was actually just a bunch of open-air wooden stumps with a rough wooden plank, because the tents were too small to fit comfortably.

"What's the situation in the city now?" Eamon asked anxiously.

“Sigh, it’s not good. Many people have died…” Blatt glanced at Anser and began to recount the recent events one by one.

He had a natural talent for storytelling, his tales were full of twists and turns, captivating the audience and eliciting gasps of amazement. In his narrative, Anser became the protagonist, appearing at crucial moments to vanquish countless enemies and become a hero who turned the tide of battle.

He successfully garnered admiring glances from a crowd, and even Eamon's expression changed.

Indeed, when you're traveling, your identity is something you give yourself!

What was clearly an act of fleeing for one's life or a desperate act has instead become an epic tale of a hero who risked his own safety to save humanity.

Anser put on a blank expression, pretending to be an expert, but in reality, he was so embarrassed he was picking his toes. He kept giving Blatt meaningful glances, and Blatt thought he wasn't explaining things in enough "details," so he became even more enthusiastic.

We're better off without this "mouth substitute".

He used the excuse of going to the toilet to leave the open-air reception room and secretly observe the surrounding environment.

The campsite is well-chosen; it's high up, the ground is firm, there are no snakes or insects, water is readily available, and the forest is not far away on the opposite bank, so wild animals are unlikely to venture in.

The surrounding land is fertile, with signs of cultivation, and withered rice or vegetables mixed in with weeds.

There were about forty people in the camp, half of whom were elderly, weak, women and children. It was truly remarkable that Emon was able to bring them out safely.

When he sauntered back, everyone was waiting for him. When they saw him coming, they all got up.

“Eamon, do you want to settle here?” Anser asked.

“Let’s settle down here temporarily. We came here by referring to the map. This village is called Giant Red Deer Village. We don’t know why it’s been abandoned. We’re afraid of running out of resources, so since it’s the right season, we can plant some vegetables or something…” Emon’s voice was deep and his speech was very organized.

The giant red deer is a large celestial creature that is rarely seen in Faerûn.

"Hmm, why don't you live in the village? Do you know those people in the village?" Anser pressed.

“Many houses in the village are dilapidated and cannot withstand wind and rain. The wells have also dried up, making it inconvenient to get water. I don’t know the group of people you mentioned, but they were in the village before we arrived yesterday,” Eamon said with a serious expression.

Anser lowered his gaze slightly. There must be some of those Ammun people who belonged to the evil faction. He was worried that those people had ulterior motives, but since they had arrived so early, it was impossible for them to be there specifically to ambush them.

Because he himself didn't know he would be here today.

"Do the number of people match the footprints?" Anser asked Finn.

Finn shook his head: "It's hard to say, many traces have been destroyed by the rainstorm."

"Could he be a smuggler?" Blatt guessed.

Smuggling has been rampant in the Cloak Forest and near the Skahn Rocks at the estuary for who knows how many years; it's practically an open secret.

“Possibly.” Eamon said gravely. “If he doesn’t bother us, we’ll just pretend we didn’t see anything.”

He felt responsible for his brothers in the Stonemasons' Guild and didn't want to cause trouble.

Anser smiled, disagreeing in his heart, but he didn't say anything more.

The continent of Faerûn has never been peaceful. Theocracy, faith, politics, magic, race, survival, planes, desire, money... contradictions and conflicts are extremely intense.

Harmony is temporary; conflict is the dominant theme.

The goddess of magic is both "well-behaved" and "homebody," and disasters and conspiracies have never spared her!
Even if you don't cause trouble, others will. They might even take a knife and try to kill you if they don't like you. Besides, you might unknowingly get in someone else's way.
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As night fell and everyone grew tired, Anser and his companions decided to stay and rest for the night.

They chose an open space on the west side of the camp to set up their tents, and Eamon also sent people to help.

By the time they finished their work, two campfires had been set up in the camp, one with a large iron pot on top, simmering rice porridge, which looked rather bland.

On another campfire, a dozen or so strange fish, each a foot long, were roasting side by side, surrounded by piles of baguettes.

Eamon invited the group to a simple wooden table, looking somewhat embarrassed: "None of us have much experience in wilderness survival, so we only caught a few fish."

Anser caught a glimpse of the holes in the fish's body and chuckled to himself.

This was clearly forced in; the air force guys are too proud to admit it.

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