Chapter 124: The Zhentarim's Plot
Veil Rose is nothing like the outstanding fabric store that visitors to Mokou Town sometimes imagine.
To be precise, it is a massage parlor, but only the nouveau riche call it that.
More appropriately, it is the palace of pleasure, where the most skilled physical servants on the face of the earth can provide what most guests consider the most intense pleasure.
Angus, the Heron Knight of the Zhentarim himself, holds this view.
He had drenched his overfed fat body in warm, fragrant oil and loved nothing more than to completely relax himself under the touch of his masseuse.
But now, it's not okay. He came to this temple that pleased him just to do something.
Because it is much more cautious and safer to discuss things here than in the Rock Bunker or any other area in Mokou Town.
Of course, the main reason is that he doesn't like going to the eerie underground tombs in the Mokou Mountains at all.
That's why he booked a comfortable single room with only two couches and two bulky deaf-mute human masseurs here instead of his favorite masseuse.
Happily, the tongueless slave he chose for himself also possessed great skills.
The deaf-mute slave kneaded the muscles on his neck, which was painful and comfortable, making him gasp heavily.
At this moment, Shireen, the drow elf from the Underdark, suddenly walked in.
Angus instantly felt that the embarrassment at this moment was detrimental to his dignity, but the dark elf ignored it.
This made Angus unable to think of anything that could make this devil believer laugh.
This is a somewhat haggard female drow. Her skin is an unhealthy dark gray-black color like charcoal, like black agate baked in a fire. However, her facial features are quite delicate, and her long white hair is even more... Silky smooth.
However, all this has nothing to do with cuteness, because anger and hatred never appear as beauty.
He could feel that Xierlin was very calm and calm when going on such a secret date.
This is the difference between nobles and commoners, he thought to himself, no matter how critical the situation is, nobles can always maintain a certain elegance.
What's more, this is a drow princess from the ancient city of Orens in the Dark Region, the first family of dark elves.
"Why haven't you taken action yet?" Xierlin said coldly. Her voice and expression had no beauty at all.
"I'm not in a hurry at all." Angus replied with a smile, "Gral is a very smart businessman, he knows how to choose."
Massage slave with fingertips Pressing on the top of Angus's back, his body trembled.
"We will talk about this. Praise the Lord of Darkness. First, please relax my nerves and tell me that no one saw you enter this private room."
He is a member of the Sanlin Tower Club The leader in charge of Mokou Town.
This powerful organization is also known as the Dark Intelligence Network.
At first it was just a merchant organization, but it gradually grew to include assassins, spies, an army, and Bane's church as supporters.
Now controlling half of the area around the Moon Sea, its influence has spread throughout the continent and is firmly rooted in the west and south of the continent.
The Zhentarim are well-equipped, well-supplied, supported by powerful wizards and priests, and are led by several archmages and a Chosen of Bane.
Feared by the common people and possessing a reputation for evil, the Zhentarim are no easy foe to challenge.
As the organization and the Church of Bane grew together, its influence expanded even more rapidly, as both groups aimed to completely dominate the entire continent.
Now, even an ordinary caravan with the mark of the Dark Intelligence Network will be kept at a distance, because they are likely to be protected by a powerful mage, or possess magic that ordinary people cannot even imagine.
Because of this prominent reputation, they naturally have their own enemies.
Apart from the Harper Alliance, which gives Angus a headache, the one that worries him the most is the Shadow Guard assassins in the City of Ghosts.
These shadow descendants are pervasive in the darkness of Mokou Town, so he must be careful.
"Are you doubting my ability?" Xierlin frowned, obviously bored by the hints in the conversation, "No, no one can discover my existence."
"Then take off your clothes, you He is a drow and is very eye-catching in Mokou Town. Some people will definitely speculate that you came here for a deep massage. When you go back, you must look like you have just finished it and feel comfortable. , and these guys are worth every penny.”
The drow frowned, as if she suspected Angus was playing a trick on her.
She doesn't like this kind of prank because it reminds her of a certain clan member she hates.
She gestured towards the slave, who was slightly smaller and less muscular than his compatriots.
When the slave masseuse met the light red eyes in the dark elf's hood, there was a hint of fear in his expression.
The masseuse quickly ducked away, being careful not to make eye contact with her. He bit the bullet and began to undress her and hang her clothes on the hooks on the wall.
"Then what should we do?"
Xirin let the other party's trembling hands take off her clothes and said in a slightly cold tone, "He is protected, even if you will This news was passed to the highly skilled Shadow Guard assassins in Ghost City, and I didn’t think he would be killed that easily.”
“Of course”
Angus had to close his squinted eyes as his massage slave squeezed and kneaded another locked muscle into a warm, soft mass, and even before the masseuse put his hands on those muscles, Angus Neither of them realized how tight they were. "Murder has the advantage of murder, but I prefer to use cooperation to make him disappear forever."
"Have you reached an agreement with Graal?" Hill Lin asked as she lay down on the couch.
Her masseuse slave gently moves her long, dry white hair aside, exposing the skin underneath.
Angus showed a relaxed smile, "You are still too eager."
"This is my purpose, my lord's instruction." Xierlin's slave masseur opened a White porcelain ointment bottle, a sweet smell spreads in the air, "You'd better stop wasting my time and patience."
"Of course I know." Angus replied, "I have known for a long time that the assassination in Shade City is likely to be in vain, so I plan to learn how they deal with the Shade people and deal with them themselves."
< br>Xirin frowned, thinking about these issues, looking obviously dissatisfied.
Her slave masseuse applies a thin layer of amber oil on the back. Silence fell suddenly.
From somewhere in the building came the faint echo of distorted shouts, laughter and snapping.
Angus guessed that a man must be entertaining himself in another bathroom. After all, women in Mokou Town were rarely in the mood to laugh loudly and play in such a noisy manner.
Finally, Shireen broke the silence and said to him, "Okay, what do you want to do, tell me your detailed plan."
"Gral wanted to express his love to me. Loyalty, after the battle with Ghost City, he immediately sent gold and gems worth 200,000 gold coins." Angus said confidently:
"So, I will invite them tonight. Dining in my castle is just like the fate of Ghost City. As long as I give the order and throw a cup as a sign, they will all die in the trap I set in advance."
"What can you do. Guarantee that he will go too?" Shireen moaned sweetly as the slave masseuse gently tapped her glowing back with the bottom of her fist.
It's nice to be able to relax Bang Bang's limbs, Angus glanced at it and thought to himself, he continued, "I have specifically told Graal to bring him here because I admire his magical art. . My messenger told me that he looked very happy. "
"He is very cunning." Xierlin tensed her muscles in anger, and her slave masseur's hands moved her again. Relaxed.
“You don’t understand how terrifying he is at all. He helped that bitch complete the blood sacrifice just by virtue of his status as a slave and the prey of the blood sacrifice, and he also cooperated with her to kill my mother with his own hands. The most important thing is Yes, he was able to escape the magical pursuit of the family mistress and escape from the ancient city of Orens unharmed."
"I know what you mean, I don't deny this."
Angus still smiled confidently, "So I also investigated him and knew clearly what he did in the Gray Dwarf's Aldus King City and how to destroy the Dark Lord's plan. At the same time, I also learned from Graer that he was the one who planned the destruction of Ghost City. My subordinate personally inspected the traces of the battle in the banquet hall, and even he praised him as an outstanding formation master."
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"But, the Lord of Darkness, I don't think he can successfully set up the magic circle when I dropped the cup." He smiled and joked: "Without the assistance of the magic circle, he can How strong can it be?”
“Perhaps it’s as you said.” Xierlin snorted displeasedly, and the masseur slapped her hands on her smooth, moist and bony back, sucking. "For the sake of the six hundred and sixty-sixth layer of the abyss, I don't want any accidents to happen."
"Of course I know."
Angus groaned comfortably. Clenching his toes, his masseuse was trying to send a shiver of pleasure along his nerves, and he continued:
"I don't want any accidents to happen, so I not only use Graal to send My money hired the most powerful dragon skeleton mercenary group in Mokou Town, and also hired a model assassin from Mask of the Night.”
"Dragon Skeleton Mercenary Group? Mask of the Night?" Xierlin looked at Angus in confusion. When the masseur massaged her sacroiliac joints, her delicate body trembled slightly.
“Saluo, the leader of the Dragon Skeleton Mercenary Group, is a dragon warlock whose strength has reached the peak of paragon, and Puranda, the deputy leader, is a fourth-level ranger.”
Angus answered tirelessly, "The Mask of the Night is headquartered in the trading city of Ximen on the Dragon Coast. It is a secret organization composed of vampires and specializes in assassination."
"For the banquet That night, I will have all 500 mercenaries from the Dragon Skeleton Mercenary Group lurk in the rock bunker, and my Heron Knights will hide in the banquet hall. Together with the strength of you and me and the vampires who specialize in assassination..."< br>
Angus said confidently, "If I can't even win over this person, then I'd better go see the great Lord of Darkness, Bane, as soon as possible."
After all, he knew the people of the Graer Chamber of Commerce very well.
As long as he kills the Graer Chamber of Commerce and seizes all their property and territory, he will be the sole ruler of Mokou Town.
He had long known that High Priest Lemriel had convinced Prince Selant of the Kingdom of Cormyr that as long as the opportunity came, he could lead the troops from Mokou Town to invade the territory of Cormyr.
In this case, his achievements will be much higher than that of the other Blackguard in charge of the valley, his mortal enemy Selul.
And because of this, he will be appreciated by the high priest Lemriel and receive the favor of the Lord of Darkness.
Only by gaining the favor of the Lord of Darkness can he have the opportunity to enter the legendary realm.
At that time, he will be able to become one of the talkers of the Zhentarim with the power and personal abilities he has mastered.
"I still have some doubts. Is your current confidence a blessing or a disaster for us? Are we seizing the best opportunity, or are we rushing madly towards our own destruction?" Xierlin was silent. After a moment, he said slowly, "If I knew, I would be very at ease."
"Then let me ask you a question." Angus, who was immersed in the bright prospects of the future, said to her, " Ask your heart, do you serve fear or hatred? "
"I serve power!" Xierlin replied coldly without thinking.
"Then think about it." Angus said with a smile, "When power gleams within our reach, let us grab it!"
"You're right. "Xirin whispered to herself.
A sneer appeared at the corner of her mouth, and she couldn't help but think about what her expression would be like if she cut off his head, brought it to Ancient Orens City, and threw it in front of this little prodigal Santila in person?
Her expression must be wonderful, she thought to herself.
When Santila was mentioned, an angry flush instantly flashed in her narrowed eyes.
Although Santila entered the Spider Academy to learn how to be a priest, her independent style and prank-loving style never changed, which made her hate it.
It is not uncommon for novice priests to develop rivals, personal feuds, and unfounded hatred within the Order of the Spider.
In fact, this is a very good training for life after graduation and is rarely discouraged.
But Santila's pranks to humiliate her never stopped from beginning to end.
What makes her most unbelievable is that she actually dared to install a monitoring magic in the bedroom of Mistress Elisabetta, and published the image of the in-depth communication between Mistress Elizabeth and the Abyss Demon in the ancient city of Orens. at the festival.
Sireen even thought of the way Matron Elisabetta was so angry that she trembled and roared furiously, turning Santila into an ebony statue.
However, what is extremely weird is that the farce at the festival not only did not make Queen Rose unhappy about it, but actually appreciated her humor very much.
“Praise Rose, one day the Queen will be tired of her little tricks, and this beloved little slut will go further and further away. If that day comes, the Queen will instruct me, Personally obliterate her existence!”
Xirin recalled the harsh words of Matron Elizabeth.
However, what makes her even more hateful is that Santila has an incredible ability to learn and memorize magic. She is also extremely talented in magical travel.
Because of this, when she accidentally learned that Santila was secretly inquiring about Brian's whereabouts through surface merchants, she immediately bribed the surface merchants to spread false news that Brian had appeared in Cormanso, and gave her the opportunity to travel to Cormanso. Manso's delivery medium.
If she dares to use travel magic to secretly come to the surface, Sireen believes that the demon elves and the elven expeditionary force there will definitely welcome her arrival.
Unfortunately, in this case, she could not personally throw Brian's head in front of Santila, look at her wonderful expression, and get a sense of physical and mental pleasure.
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(End of this chapter)