Lord of Spells from Faerûn

"Welcome distinguished guests, please enjoy yourself!" Imrik announced with a smile.

"Boom!" Suddenly there was a huge explosion in the distance, and everyone in Troll Skull Alley panicked. Thick smoke came from the distance, and there were the sounds of countless people running and screaming.

Imric's expression turned cold and he looked in the direction of the smoke.

"Who dares to make trouble with me today!" Imrik used Sky Mastery for himself, a pair of transparent feather wings stretched out from his back, and he jumped towards the location of the outbreak.

The explosion scene was very tragic. There were more than a dozen burnt corpses on the ground, and broken limbs scattered not far away.

"There is an aura of arcane magic." Imrik flew to the ground and immediately sensed the strange movement of the surrounding magic network.

He looked at the corpse on the ground. A short dwarf body stood out among a group of humans. He walked over and looked through his corpse and found a beautifully decorated bag on the ground beside him. However, when he opened it, he found that it was inside. Nothing.

He couldn't help but frown, and his intuition told him that something was wrong here. He used detection magic to look at the bag and found that there was no magic aura, but how could such an ordinary cloth bag survive the powerful power of the fireball spell?

It could only be that it was hidden in underwear and protected closely, but now it was scattered on the ground.

It appears that before his arrival the murderer rummaged through the body, found the bag and took the contents

Imric thought for a long time and couldn't understand that this murderer made such a big noise and used a hugely destructive spell like fireball in the city streets just for the contents of a cloth bag?

Suddenly, he noticed a metal badge on the waist of the dwarf's body at his feet, and the mark on it was quite familiar to him.

"Clan Noember. Could it be?" Imrik thought about the connection. Such a bold attack allowed him to see the shadow of Zanaza Guild and Zhentarim Guild in it.

He couldn't help but feel curious. Even his anger at being interrupted for the opening of the tavern was somewhat diluted. What were the Zanaza Guild and the Zhentarim paying most attention to right now? Isn’t it the Gorol Stone? Could it be that the one in this bag is the Gorol Stone?

Imrik muttered to himself suspiciously.

"The city guard is coming! Give way!" shouted a voice from outside.

Imric's eyes narrowed, and he threw the bag back to where it was. His figure was swallowed up by the silver mist, and disappeared in a few flashes.

He needs these city guards to notice the suspicious points and help him investigate, but he is also unwilling to arouse the guards' vigilance. A powerful three-ring mage appears in a location that has just been attacked by fireball. This can't help but make people suspicious.

A tall, thin, blond-haired, golden-bearded, bitter-looking city guard wearing yellow clothes and a short, fat old man wearing sunglasses, leaning on a cane, and wearing a mage's robe appeared at the scene.

The tall and thin city guard said to the man in the mage robe: "Barnibus, come and inspect the scene, and I will investigate the confessions of the people around you."

The short and fat man nodded, squatted down and began to look through the corpses one by one.

The city guards went from house to house and started asking questions.

"I was watering flowers in the greenhouse on the third floor of my shop when the explosion blew out some windows. Fortunately, I was not injured! I saw a man in a cloak on the other side of the smoke taking something from the body of a dwarf. . He suffered severe burns and glanced back from time to time, as if he was worried that someone would follow him. Then he went in the direction of the bent nail carpentry shop," a woman said.

The city guard took notes expressionlessly, then turned to move on to the next one.

"I'm telling you, it wasn't a human at all, it was more like a human-shaped puppet. The kind without strings. It was on the roof of the building at that time. It threw something into the crowd, causing an explosion below. I See those people being burned alive! I saw it!" said another survivor.

He continued to take notes, nodding from time to time, and listened expressionlessly.

"After the explosion, I immediately hid behind a rain barrel. I heard a 'pop' sound, and then I picked this up in the barrel." A man took out a broken necklace from his pocket. , there are still two fiery red beads left on it.

The city guard's expression suddenly changed at this moment. He grabbed the necklace, walked towards the old man who was still investigating and said, "The murder weapon has been found."

The short and fat old man stood up, held his eyes and observed: "Yes, the fireball necklace, unexpected, but reasonable."

The fireball necklace is a magic storage equipment. As the name suggests, it can store fireball spells. It is a disposable item like a wand. You can use as many fireball spells as there are beads on it. The beads that are used up will turn white.

"This dwarf was being hunted. I investigated the scene. According to the posture of the corpse and the number of weapons, there were about three pursuers, but there were only two corpses of the pursuers at the scene." The short and fat old man said.

The city guard nodded: "This shows that these pursuers are not the culprits of the explosion."

"According to my confession, they all ran towards a tavern in Troll Skull Alley." He continued to add.

"Oh, I know that tavern. It was newly opened today. It has been advertised a lot in the city. The owner is said to have saved Danat Wujin's son from the Sanasa Guild. He should not be the murderer."

The city guard nodded in agreement. He didn't think the tavern owner would be the murderer. It was unlikely that such a brutal attack could be carried out near his own territory.

"Just in case, let's go ask." The man said.

The short and fat man said helplessly: "Okay, okay, but you have to be careful. I heard that he is a powerful mage, which is different from a fourth-level mage like me."

Ryldea Tavern.

"So, you don't know anything, do you?" The city guard looked at the black-robed mage in front of him expressionlessly.

For some reason, he always felt that the other party was lying.

The black-robed mage looked at him with a smile and said, "Of course, I'm busy enough today. I don't have time to go there."

"However." The black-robed mage paused and continued: "What exactly happened? Do you have a clue now?"

Just as the city guard was about to shake his head, indicating that this was not something he should worry about, he saw the other person's black pupils seem to light up, and a fascinating wave of waves spread to his mind.

Involuntarily, he felt a sense of intimacy with the other party.

"Perhaps, I can tell him, after all, he is so enthusiastic about helping others, maybe he can help us." The city guard thought in his heart.

First level psychic power - psychic projection.

Silently, Imrik invaded his brain and changed his attitude towards himself, while constantly watching his thoughts with mind-reading.

Seeing the fluctuations in his heart, he couldn't help but increase his intensity and said: "Maybe I can help you in some way? The city guards have always been a group of people I respect very much. Please let me help you."

The short and fat mage beside him had a puzzled look on his face. Although he couldn't feel the fluctuation of his powers, he still felt that the mage in front of him was strangely enthusiastic.

After listening to Imrik's words, the city guard immediately took out the paper on which he had just copied the confession from his pocket and told him his guess: "Here, here are the clues we have collected so far. Mr. Mage, I hope you can help." We found the real culprit."

The pudgy mage was even more confused: "Hey! Why do you just ask others to do our work so casually? Please, can you be a little more responsible, Sergeant Cromley?"

The city guard spread his hands indifferently.

However, Imrik smiled and said: "It's okay. I am willing to contribute my part to the city. If I find anything, I will inform you."

After saying that, he signaled the butler to come out and see off the guests.

After the two left, he took out the confession, read it and murmured: "Sure enough, it's pretty much what I thought, but is there a third party? Interesting, who is it?"