Trist dissolved into a blurred shadow, his steps on tiptoe as light as a meow, and he didn't make a sound as he walked past Am's guard, even as he walked on the wooden stage floor that would creak with the slightest step on it.

In the darkness of the dark region, sound is the key to many dark creatures to judge their surroundings, and Trist's silent movement skills have reached an incredible level, and it is easy to deceive the five senses of several soldiers.

Bypassing the guarded backstage entrance, Trist let loose his senses to sense the breath of the performer Bredero he had remembered from his previous offstage performances.

He easily found the breath in a break room, where the Dark Ranger crept up and tried to push the door, only to find it unlocked.

"Please come in."

Suddenly Bledero's invitation came from the lounge, and Trist was shocked, he didn't expect his stealth to be detected, obviously his silent actions didn't make a sound at all, but the people in the room detected him.

Since the hiding was exposed, Trist simply pushed open the door and walked in.

Bredrow sat at the dressing table in the lounge, having just removed his makeup, and looked at the uninvited guest with interest.

"You cover your face, but it doesn't look like you're a shadow thief."

The performer squinted and looked at Trist, "What a beautiful eye color, if I'm not mistaken, you're probably the famous Ranger." ”

With his right hand pressed against the hilt of the scimitar at his waist, the performer was now a very different person than he was on stage.

Faintly, he felt very dangerous, just like when he first encountered Guan Haifa, he was targeted by a celestial black panther.

The artist's ability to easily see through the shadows of a dark elf, and even the ability to reveal his identity as soon as he opened his mouth, made Trist wary.

"Don't worry, I have no ill will towards you, on the contrary, I think we will become good friends."

Bredrow stood up and walked towards Trist with a smile on his face, his right hand reaching out and making a gripping motion, his hand dangling in the air, waiting for the Dark Ranger to respond.

This kind of etiquette is not common in the continent of Faeron, it is different from the dwarf's chest-beating ceremony, and it is not a human chest-stroking ceremony, but it is somewhat similar to the barbarian's boxing ceremony, Trist hesitated a little, but he didn't hesitate for long, let go of the hand pressed on the hilt, and reached over to shake it with Bredero.

Bredrow shook his arm vigorously to complete the nondescript etiquette.

Trist lifted his hood and took off his scarf, revealing his true face, he stared at the artist and said, "Mr. Bledreau, I was only going to sneak in and ask you for a signed poster, but now it doesn't matter, who are you, how do you know me?" ”

"Signed poster? Hahaha......"

Bredero laughed when he heard him say this, took out a stack of posters from his dimensional bag, and handed them to the Dark Ranger: "It's hard to imagine that you will also become a fan of the troupe, I guess you probably didn't come alone, it's rare that someone like you will also watch the show with your girlfriend." ”

Trist was stunned to take over a large stack of hand-drawn and autographed posters by Bredero that sold for hundreds of thousands of gold coins each, confused and confused as to what the mysterious artist had in mind for him.

But with a short hand, this stack of posters will definitely make Katie very happy, Trist's hostility faded away, and a smile slowly crept up his grim face: "Thank you! But I still insist that you answer the question you just asked. ”

"Like you, I'm a traveler, and as for why I know you......"

Bredero smiled kindly and said, "You are too modest, and your fame may not be obvious among ordinary people, but you are famous among adventurers." ”

"Unexpectedly, you are still an adventurer!"

Trist looked at the artist who had risen to fame, and he couldn't understand how a man like this, who walked in high society with both fame and fortune, could be so familiar with the circle of adventurers.

"An adventurer who doesn't want to be an artist won't be a good investigator."

Bledrow smiled and said something Trist couldn't understand: "I'm planning a big event that will affect the whole of Ferron, and the artist is just a temporary identity to serve this big event." I know that your team has been in Amber during this time, and if it weren't for the busy schedule of the performance, I would have planned to go to you, for fear that you would leave Amam for Icewind Dale. ”

The Dark Elf Ranger didn't expect Bredrow to tell the whereabouts of the Mithril team in front of him so calmly, and tell a big secret.

His keen sense of smell as a hunter sensitively sensed that this Mr. Braderow was not telling a lie, and that there was a place for himself in this matter.

A major event that affects the whole of Pheun?

Generally speaking, this kind of thing is never a good thing!

It's like a few years ago, the overlord of the Iron Throne, Shalophok, planned a major event that would affect the entire Faeron, in a vain attempt to become the new generation of the god of killing, Baal!

Trist's purple eyes narrowed, and his hands pressed the scimitar at his waist again.

"It doesn't have to be so tense."

Bledro smiled and waved his hand: "I'm not ready, you are not ready, it is uncertain whether this big thing can be started." Maybe I'm just talking? ”

He took out another stack of thread-bound books from his dimensional pouch and handed the stack to Trist.

It was only after the dark elves vigilantly took the stack of books that Bredrow spoke again: "I got these books from my trip to the plane, and I will give them to you, if you have free time during the trip, you can read them." When we meet again, we will have more common language, and then we will decide whether we will be friends or mortal enemies. ”

This time he sneaked in, Trist just wanted to get the signed poster, but he was shoehorned into a few books, although he was puzzled, he didn't refuse in person out of politeness.

Although the artist Braderow is mysterious, he has always been humble and peaceful, and he has just received a stack of signed posters, and Trist has a good opinion of him.

There are not many types of books in the Faren Continent, except for magic books and god canons, there are only some historical records and naturalist records, and then some heroic epics.

Trist received a good education at the Spider Academy in Morsoblay, and has mastered several foreign languages in addition to the Dark Elves, and the book is written in the lingua franca of Ferren, but he is not worried about not being able to read it due to language problems.

It's also good to get books, spend time on boring travel, and increase your knowledge.

"I'm afraid you can't understand some of the terms and concepts in the book, if you have the opportunity to meet again in the future, I'll answer them for you."

Watching Trist put away the stack of books, Bredrow's face smiled even more, and he watched as the dark elf turned away.

Trist's figure crept into the shadows and disappeared into the doorway.

That set of books was written by him and Io, and Io's soul database stored a huge amount of book materials, which Io dictated and Luo Feng copied.

Luo Feng originally planned to visit the Mithril team who were looking for Bruno's pink hammer in Ammu at this time after the troupe stabilized, but he didn't expect Trist to send it to the door himself, which was also a surprise and saved a lot of effort.