"Marco, assistant to the city lord, visited the psionic master Idriel Raymond Guyton, and the two sides had a cordial and friendly conversation, reaching a broad consensus on issues of common concern such as the situation in Waterdeep City and the post-disaster reconstruction work, and achieved a series of important results. ”

If the Tin Man Daily is still working today, this is probably the main content of the front page. According to the price offered by Waterdeep, this newspaper is also considered the property of a certain psychic master, as long as Xia Yuan Taiyijun is happy, he can also open another comment column, and let the editor-in-chief put on the pen name of "single critic" and talk about "how to find the best ruler in the complicated world".

But whether it's a newspaper that eats dust in a printing office, or a newspaper that everyone knows is holding the master's frisbee, someone has to read it to have any value.

However, after a catastrophe, no one has the leisure to read any newspapers, whether it is a noble secret lord or a servant soldier under the command of others.

The major guilds in Waterdeep City have been notified by the Black Cane Tower, and the carpenters, blacksmiths, and bricklayers' guilds have to send out workshop owners and helpers to set up temporary shelters for the refugees in Skull Harbor, and even the combbers and chimney sweepers will have to allocate personnel to help. Not to mention the major chambers of commerce in Waterdeep, the Tower of Order has sent several arcane mentors who specialize in prophecy magic to visit them door-to-door. In front of these magicians, who can almost predict their fate, even the most stingy Ammerchant can't find a decent excuse to resist the gaze of a prophetic magician.

The presiding priests of many temples were no exception, and the reception of refugees was a regular function of the temples and one of the best means for the agents of the gods to promote their faith. Tyr, the god of justice, Heim, the god of guardians, Shanny, the fire-haired lady, and Mystra, the mother of mysteries...... The emblems of the gods that appear on the streets of Waterdeep are more complete than the annual Midsummer Night Parade that sings the praises of the gods. And the clergy in a hurry are full of piety, busy accepting life and saving souls.

On the empty quills of the dead in Pingsuri, clergy and laity come and go for hospice care and funerals, and the white shroud and white wooden coffins paint the place a color of death.

Although the Dragon War reduced a lot of casualties in the face of the great supernatural powers of Xia Yuan Taiyijun, there were still many people, rich and poor, good and evil, who were not favored by Lady Luck and eventually became the new inhabitants of the Death Realm.

Named in honor of Jeager, the god of death and cemeteries and the "recorder of death", the Athereto Quill Avenue is home to the temple of the Lord of the End of All Things, the Temple of Onios, and the funeral industry of Waterdeep.

Cemetery dealers, make-up artists for the deceased, sarcophagi and tombstone carvers, fashion shops for shrouds and shrouds, you can think of any lavish funeral you can think of here. For those poor people who can't come up with much money, there are also cheap funeral operators here -

For example, donating the ashes to the Temple of Onios, whether your loved one's ashes were carefully enshrined in the bone's tower deep in the temple by those living skeleton-like priests, or whether they were forcibly converted into skeletons or ghosts because they owed too much money to the church and had to work hard to pay off their debts, it is hard to say.

Of course, the cheapest funeral providers came from a few druids on the street, who would seriously bury the corpses in the roots of carnivorous plants, or feed them directly to the ravaging scavengers, achieving a complete natural cycle that would not leave even the bones to the necromancers.

A plainly dressed elven warrior carrying a cheapest clay urn walked away from the gatekeeper of the Temple of Onios and stood in front of the barbarian druid in animal skins.

The handsome elf neckline with a gold hairpin inlaid with emeralds looked like it came from some elven aristocratic family, but his request was particularly poor and shabby:

"Help me with a free funeral. ”

"The disposal of the ashes is more laborious than the whole corpse, and I have to charge an additional fee for disposal, at least three 'copper thorns'. ”

"Deal. ”

This conversation can be heard almost every day in the Apoptotic Quill Avenue.

Yes, that's right, every high priesthood who has received divine grace can communicate with the god of death through divine power and resurrect the dead who die young. But charisma is never free, and the resurrection ceremony at the temple also requires a large donation, which is a huge sum of money for the average person, enough to bankrupt a wealthy miller.

In particular, adventurers who have nothing but a healthy body are often abandoned in the wilderness and left in a labyrinth once they die. Being able to bring back a jar of ashes for burial is already considered extraordinarily lucky.

Of course, the cemetery in Waterdeep is also not cheap, and the only place where the ashes are buried is often the "natural burial" of the Jaeger Church and the Druids.

Except for the legendary doomsday recorder of the fate of all living things, no one knew that this clay pot contained the ashes of a slave trader in the shadows.

Gomos, a slave trader of the Twilight Chamber of Commerce, who was half drow, had all his belongings in the pockets of his fellow travelers, and the cumbersome slave trader was simply sent to meet the Grim Reaper. The young Drow from Morsoblay walks the avenues of Waterdeep with a new appearance that he is not used to.

The Dusk Chamber of Commerce, the slave traders, and no doubt anything related to the cancer of Dun Strono, the port of the skull, will receive special attention. As a little spider of the Dayette mercenary group, young Drow needs shadow, not light.

Mo Yun's gaze once again turned to the end of the Athered Quill Avenue, which led to the ruins of Skull Harbor and to the strange but magnificent new rock mesas.

There seemed to be an impulse controlling him, making him involuntarily want to get closer there, as if it were a call from life itself.

Taking a deep breath, Mo Yunqiang pressed that inexplicable throbbing and returned to the shadows.

And in front of him, a group of priests, wrapped in coarse wool and bitter clothes, were hurrying through the avenue of withered quills.

Dressed in a coarse woollen garment and covering his face with a hood, this was the characteristic attire of the priests of Ilmat, the god of weeping and suffering. These self-proclaimed "devout sufferers" were the most enthusiastic among the priests who sought to follow the example of their bruised deities, taking the three sacred vows of poverty, chastity, and penance as their path to the gods.

Although in the eyes of most people, the Church of the God of Suffering, like the unfortunates he sheltered, lacked power and was impoverished and unable to build even decent temples, these pious Sufferers were still popular with most people, and were regarded as the most important allies of the Temple of Tyre.

But as some sages have complained, the combination of these two good gods is far more comforting than effective for this cruel world: "The justice of Tyre is a whip of power, and the mercy of Ilmat is a candy with a bitter taste." ”

But in Waterdeep, ruled by Kelborne, the Pious Sufferers are still financially stretched and rely on the Temple of Tyre to survive, but at least they are much happier than the monasteries and brotherhoods of the same faith who are struggling to fight in the evil realm. Many of the temples (or slum shacks) belonging to the God of Crucifixion are part of the glorious Waterdeep Temple collegiate court, and are not classified as illegal religious organizations as in the evil states where slavery is openly owned, and enjoy the necessary respect.

In Waterdeep, a devout sufferer, who will not be stopped by a patrolman, suspiciously tears open his coarse woollen bitter garment to determine if he is illegally carrying weapons and magic items, and will only reach wherever they want to go under the respectful gaze of the people.

So except for Mo Yun, no one saw a few strands of silver hair hanging under the hood among the devout victims who hurried away.

The strand of hair was like a flowing moonlight, though it was quickly received by its owner under the hood again.

But Mo Yun could tell from that back and the strand of hair that the other party would never be a pious victim of the God of Suffering, but a dark elf, a beautiful but dangerous priestess.

And beside the drow priestess was a man dressed in the brown robe of the apprentice acolyte, and from his bulging belly he did not look like a priesthood of the God of Suffering, but rather like the elect of the god of gastronomy, if there was a god of gastronomy.

Mo Yun could even see calfskin boots peeking out from under his brown robes, with elaborate incantations carved on the cuffs - the priests who believed in the god of suffering were standard ascetics, and most of the devout sufferers often wore rudimentary sandals made of bark fibers, which were basically the same as barefoot, and would never wear a pair of enchanted boots with cold, fire, and sprinting effects.

A belly bulging like a beer barrel and delicate enchanted calfskin boots, these two points alone convinced Mo Yun that he had discovered his true goal of coming to Waterdeep.

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In the Wooden Shoe Brothers' Co-op, which is more like a charity hospital than a chamber of commerce, the self-proclaimed "Nameless" leader of the Belém Lich introduces his lieutenants to his new boss.

First up was a melancholy-faced magician, dressed in a modest jumpsuit with a heavy book of magic hanging from his lizardskin belt. If it weren't for the gray and white of his whole body that was melancholy to the point of home, he would look similar to a normal human.

"Racott Tannasil, died in 737 A.D., a member of the royal expedition of Harua, who specialized in the school of spells. In order to discover the ancient magic of the fallen Imasca Empire, try to become a student of Helast Blackrobe. The melancholy ghost mage introduced himself, "Since then, I have served as a patrolman and watchman in Skull Harbor. ”

At the ghost mage's side, the three skeletons suspended in mid-air nodded in agreement.

The skeleton, which had repaired most of its skull in a gem-encrusted gold bowl, was the first to speak: "As the head of this department, His Excellency Lacott is an excellent leader. ”

"The Ghost Mages are responsible for law enforcement in Hong Kong, while our elegant Skeletal Choir is responsible for issuing fines to the spoilers of order in Skull Harbor. Another skeleton with gem-encrusted sockets added, "We are very humanitarian enforcers, and the punishments range from community labor to dungeon incarceration." ”

"It's a lot of patience and imagination. The third skeleton shook the roses and lemons in its skull cavity and said, "Generally speaking, we are not concerned with criminal cases that lead to death, but we try to avoid public fights and disturbances." ”

The skeletal head, apparently a crappy minstrel turned, gives a diligent example: "Drunken sailors and dirty adventurers pour too much sour beer, and then fight for the stinking butts of the orcs." ”

The skeleton with the jeweled teeth happily added: "A stupid brawl has ruined the peace of the port, and our wise skeleton choir immediately issued a ticket. ”

"We decided that the offenders needed to cleanse their stomachs, so we arranged for them to do a deep internal cleansing with young ooze monsters. The skeleton with the gold bowl lifted its golden skull, revealing the penalty record inside.

"Or let them milk the ram. ”

"Then clean the ogre's armpit hair. ”

More and more skeletons giggled wickedly.

Xia Yuan Taiyijun glanced at Lacott sympathetically, working with these crazy skeletons for hundreds of years, it was hard to believe that this ghost mage had not gone crazy, and then glanced at the skeletons:

"Your creativity isn't bad, but the nascent Coral Cup Terrace needs more order, and the arbitrary penalty can affect the prestige of the new city. Looking at those skeletons, the golden skull headed by Xia Yuan Tai Yijun and one finger, "Therefore, it is necessary to summarize all your punishment cases, hand them over to specialized legal professionals for study, and select a set of reasonable public security administration punishment regulations." Of course, I would ask the Temple of Tyre to send a dossier priest to assist. ”

Let a priest of a good god study the law with a group of undead creatures?That is, the priests of Tyre have been pursuing such a thing as "the great harmony of factual justice and procedural justice", and if they want to change the followers of the Lord of the Dawn, I am afraid that they will first have a set of repulsion, purification, and excess daylight packages.

But for the Temple of Tyre at this moment, "on the ruins of the once sinful capital, re-establish just laws, protect the goodness of the world, and sow the glory of the god of justice", not to mention researching and compiling new laws with some skull heads in the leyline labyrinth, even if the other party is those devils from the Nine Prisons of Bato, the famous "little experts who exploit the loopholes in the law", these friends of justice will never frown.

On the other side, a ghost mage hurriedly emerged from under the carpet and bowed to his new boss: "Several representatives of the Collegiate of the Temple of Waterdeep are here, and they are carrying proof of the Black Rod Tower, hoping to gain your friendship. ”

(End of chapter)