The catastrophe three hundred years ago caused many spells to be lost, such as Limited Wishes, Mystra's Mansion, Mystra's Sword, and so on … Later generations had only heard of these spells, but they had never seen them.
As the Mercenary Guild with the widest source of information, it was entrusted by many Magic Towers to collect information on lost magic spells. This was a long-term mission. As long as there were any traces of lost magic spells, they could report it to the corresponding Magic Tower and then exchange it for a huge reward.
For example, if the Mercenary Guild of Bronze Drum City really confirmed that the materials purchased by the mysterious spellcaster this time were related to the lost spell Mystra's Mansion, then their guild would receive a large number of gold coins and extremely precious magic equipment from the Monochrome Magic Tower.
This was a lot of wealth.
After Liang Lidong left the Mercenary Guild, he didn't go far before he frowned. Not to mention that he was now a Master with sharp ears and eyes, and it was easy for him to discover the little tail behind him, he was now already 10. With a mental power of 5, it was very easy to discover people who were against him, unless the other party had special concealment skills or their mental power was on par with his.
He glanced back casually, pretending to look at the goods in the surrounding stalls. With just one glance, he locked on to the stalker. It was a skinny young man at level two. Judging from his appearance and temperament, he was most likely a Rogue.
Rogues were a relatively versatile class. They had good combat abilities, good support abilities, and were good at traps and stealing. They could also be used as scouts when necessary.
It was just that the other party's level was too low … If he was following an ordinary Master Spellcaster, a Rogue would be good, but the problem was that Liang Lidong was a Divine Noble with average attribute growth and high overall growth. His character's attributes completely suppressed all low-level professions, including every single aspect. Therefore, this level two Rogue was no different from an ordinary person in the eyes of Liang Lidong.
Liang Lidong continued to walk forward, and when he walked to a less crowded street, he suddenly turned back. A blue wave of magic burst out from his body, then turned into the shape of an arm, and then a palm.
Then this hand made entirely of magic flew directly to the Rogue behind him. Before the Rogue could react, it directly grabbed his neck and pulled him off the ground. Then it quickly returned to Liang Lidong's side with a face full of horror. The Rogue who was kicking his legs in mid-air was thrown to the ground.
When the passersby saw this scene, almost all of them stayed far away.
Even the most daring ordinary people would be terrified when they saw spellcasters committing crimes in public, fearing that they would either be turned into frogs or burned to ashes the moment they saw them as an eyesore.
After all, in the eyes of ordinary people, the infamy of spellcasters was comparable to that of devils.
"Who sent you to follow me?" Liang Lidong looked at him with a smile.
The rogue trembled with fear. Humans are strange creatures. The more abnormal something is, the more afraid they are. If Liang Lidong asked angrily. At most he was a little frightened, but now his smile was as bright as the sun at noon in spring, and it was frightening.
The Rogue didn't speak. He felt that there was something stuck in his throat and couldn't say it.
Liang Lidong continued to smile, but now his eyes had begun to glow with a cyan magic luster. They were getting brighter and brighter, and even in broad daylight, they looked like two small light bulbs.
The Rogue was even more scared. Legend has it that when a powerful spellcaster wanted to kill a small character, his eyes would become very strange. He quickly knelt on the ground. He knocked his head on the ground and hurriedly said, "Sir, please don't kill me. It was the people from the Mercenary Guild who asked me to follow you."
Mercenary Guild?
Liang Lidong thought about it, then immediately turned and walked to the Mercenary Guild again. The Rogue was about to breathe a sigh of relief, but suddenly felt that he was grabbed by something. Looking back, he found that two blue magic palms were pulling at the clothes on his back together.
He let out a long sigh and then accepted his fate.
Once again, he came to the Mercenary Guild, and this time no one dared to come up and pull him into the guild. Because the spellcaster's external mental power could generally tell others their current mood state.
When Liang Lidong came before, his mental power was stable and gentle, and even the warriors could feel it and know that he was in a good mood. But it was different now. Liang Lidong's current mental strength was like a huge wave surging outwards, slapping at the things and lives around him. It had even begun to distort reality. When outsiders looked at him, it was as if they were looking at circles of distorted air gushing out from his body.
Seeing such a scene, even an idiot would know that this spellcaster was extremely unhappy now. Who would dare to go up and talk to him!
Liang Lidong looked at the door of the Mercenary Guild, smiled, and then asked the Rogue behind him who was caught by his Mage's Hand, "Which floor and which room is the president of your guild."
The Rogue pointed up.
Liang Lidong smiled and took out a gold coin from his spatial backpack, then flicked his finger hard. A huge golden beam of light directly ran through the entire Mercenary Guild building, leaving a huge round hole.
Beside the entrance of the circular hole, the president of the Mercenary Guild was still in the posture of drinking water. He was dealing with some documents upstairs. Suddenly, a golden light flashed in front of his eyes and smashed half of his study into pieces.
He was stunned and couldn't recover for a long time.
What's going on?! This strong question kept echoing in his mind, making him unable to think straight.
In fact, it wasn't just him. Almost everyone in and out of the Mercenary Guild was shocked. For mercenaries, the Mercenary Guild had a very strange position. On the one hand, mercenaries hated the Mercenary Guild's high commission and blood-sucking behavior. On the other hand, they had to rely on the Mercenary Guild.
They felt that the Mercenary Guild was very dark, but they also felt that the Mercenary Guild was incredibly powerful. They never thought that the Mercenary Guild would be attacked, and it was a single person on a horse, directly at the door of the Mercenary Guild and shot through it with magic.
Under everyone's surprised gaze, Liang Lidong threw down the Levitation scroll, directly jumped into the hole, and then walked up to the president of the Mercenary Guild.
At this time, the president finally came back to his senses. He brushed his hair, brushing off a lot of wood shavings and dust. Then he finally understood what was going on, and his face suddenly darkened. "Why did you attack the Mercenary Guild? If you don't give an explanation …"
Liang Lidong waved his hand. "You'd better tell me first, why did you send someone to follow me? I just bought some valuable magic materials from your guild, and you sent someone over. Are you trying to rob me? "
"How could the Mercenary Guild do such a thing?" The president slammed the table heavily. "Give us a suitable explanation now, or else!"
Generally speaking, when there was a dispute, the one who spoke louder and harsher always had some aura advantage, but that only applied to ordinary people. Liang Lidong was a professional and a player, known by the NPCs as the temperamental Golden Son.
A longsword flew out of his Backpack and directly stabbed into the president's palm, impaling his palm with the beautiful black hardwood desk.
Red blood flowed on the desk, and the president let out a painful scream.
"Or else what?" Liang Lidong chuckled. "Right now, it seems that I have a bit of an advantage."
"What are you waiting for? Hurry up and help me kill him," the president shouted to the mercenaries downstairs. "Whoever kills him, I'll reward him with a hundred gold coins."
For mercenaries, money was life. Seeing that someone was about to make a move, Liang Lidong released his mental power and then suddenly expanded it … Everyone within ten meters of him felt a dizzying pain in their heads, as if a large hammer had hit their brains hard.
Many spellcasters could release mental power, but to directly attack with mental power … This was one of the hallmarks of a Master Spellcaster.
Humans were different from elves. Because human lifespans were too short, very few humans could reach the level of Master. Even if there were, they were generally middle-aged or white-haired old men. Therefore, a Master professional was already considered very powerful in the human world.
And a Master Spellcaster as young as Liang Lidong was even rarer.
Master-level Spell Casters usually had their own forces. Mercenaries lived on the edge of a knife and were a group of people who knew how to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages. Because people who didn't know how to evaluate the situation generally didn't live long.
Immediately, all the mercenaries downstairs dispersed, and even if someone wanted to watch, they stayed far away.
Liang Lidong pulled out the longsword from the desk and smiled. "Okay, now you can tell me, why did you send someone to follow me?"
The chairman stared at Liang Lidong hatefully. As a man of men, he was rarely humiliated like this. Even Glinton wouldn't be so presumptuous in front of him.
He held his injured right hand with his left hand. Because of the pain, his hands were shaking nonstop, causing blood to splatter everywhere from the wound.
He just stared at him hatefully, unwilling to answer.
"It doesn't matter if you don't want to answer." Liang Lidong didn't have the slightest self-awareness of doing evil and said with a rather sunny smile, "I can ask outside, such as how many people are in your family, do you have cute granddaughters, and so on. I'm sure they'll welcome me as a guest. "
Looking at the gentle spellcaster, the chairman was finally scared. "You devil, don't touch my family. Or I'll fight you. "
"I'll tell them why they followed me, and I naturally won't go looking for trouble with them."
The chairman gritted his teeth and then said, "The various Magic Towers have entrusted us with the investigation of lost spells. The magic materials you just bought from our guild, we suspect that they are exactly the same as the materials needed for Mystra's Mansion."