New friend 22

  As soon as Laiserman entered, Penny only knew that the cold air in the north last life was just a joke.

  Strong winds of about force five blew snowflakes continuously, possibly due to the exceptionally bad weather on the way. As soon as the skin was blown by the air flow, it felt like being cut by a knife, with a pain similar to bleeding.

  Luckily, the thoughtful landlady had prepared a thick woolen coat in advance, which saved him from using up an endurance-reducing spell slot.

  After all, it's a first-class spell, and if you can save it, you should save it.

  A certain mage textbook once said that a mage who solves everything with magic is foolish and incompetent. Penny deeply agrees with this and has always taken it as a guiding principle, so spells are not used unless necessary, and sometimes the mouth and brain are much more effective than spells.

  It was as if 'Tongues' could make the dwarves of the Underdark understand Common, but would never teach a Selkie to speak Komi dialect. Despite more than a week's training, Penny still encountered extremely strict checks at the gates of Mu'stil.

  Being a monk alone was enough to arouse suspicion, and judging from the strictness of the gatekeeper's inspection, Penny suspected that if he had shaved his head, he would have been chopped in two by an axe.

  Moreover, the city inside and out seemed to be shrouded in a thick gloomy atmosphere, which made Penny feel uneasy. After making great efforts to get through the investigation, they entered the city and asked the guard, who was also very vigilant:

  "What's the point of asking these questions?"

  "We are merchants from afar in Komi, hoping to find some business opportunities here."

  "The three gods are above, you merchants are all madmen." The berserker cursed loudly, but Penny didn't find it strange. It was said that the civilization of Laiserman wasn't high, and the berserkers were generally simple-minded and had no good feelings towards merchants: "The northern rebels will soon attack! They are gathering troops in the Ashenwood Forest, this place will be besieged soon! Damned merchant scum, you're seeking death!"

  "Traitor?"

  "Those fellow countrymen who were deceived by that madman, I don't want to be their enemy, but must protect the Witches' Association." The Berserker said with a stern expression: "They have protected Muzheit for 400 years and are the guides of Laiserman... Forget it, you small-minded merchants won't understand this kind of integrity, focus on making money instead, good luck to you."

  "It seems the situation is very bad, Vika, you go back first." Panni hesitated for a moment. From the words of the Berserker, it can be judged that Laisemann has indeed erupted into a very serious internal conflict, and even to the point of armed confrontation.

  "Are you sure I should go back?" The boss's wife frowned.

  "It's too dangerous here, I can't take care of you with what's going on below." Penny frowned.

  "You underestimate me, dear brother. I'm far more useful than you imagine." Vika's mouth curved into a smile: "Have you planned your next move?"

  "We should try to get close to either side of the conflict, that way it will be easier to find answers." Panni thought.

  "But how did you get close to one of them?" Vika's eyes sparkled with curiosity as she continued to ask.

  "This..." Panni scratched his head, still hadn't thought it through, after all he didn't have a deeper understanding, and couldn't continue to take further action.

  "I have a... well, let's call him a friend," Vika said with an odd expression. "Here in the city, maybe he can help you."

  "Friend?"

  "Yes, he's a bit of a mess, but somewhat useful. You might like him." Vika said, looking at Penny.

  "Terrible and a bit useful?" Penny was very curious about Vika's evaluation of this person, and she couldn't wait to meet him.

  After walking through several alleys, I arrived at a courtyard filled with dense symbols. The interior of the courtyard's gate was shrouded in darkness, clearly concealed by some sort of spell.

  Vika furrowed her brow, about to shout loudly, but was stopped by Penny's soft voice. However, after he made a few turns, the illusion created by the symbol array immediately dissipated, and a furious roar came from inside the courtyard: "Damn it! Who ruined my setup!"

  Penny's eyebrows jumped up and down, and she couldn't help but say that this voice was very much like a neurotic drake.

  Vika shrugged and gestured towards the far door, indicating for him to enter. However, that loudmouth had already rushed out, and upon seeing Vika, his eyes gleamed with bright red light as he jumped up three feet high: "Vika? You're actually here? You can finally understand my art? Oh! Great Van der Waals Force, I praise you, for finally allowing me to gain the appreciation of the most precious artistic treasure in the world."

  This guy had slightly pointed ears, but the relatively rugged and broad facial features made Penny know that this guy's elf bloodline was not pure. From his appearance, he didn't look very old, about the same age as Vika, but with an elven bloodline, he might be actually older. Compared to those rabbit ears, what caught people's attention more were his flashy hair and strange attire, which reminded him of some non-mainstream subculture from his past life.

  When he saw the guy's paws grasping Vika's hand, Penny's eyelids twitched a few times, thinking that what Vika had just said was not correct at all, and he absolutely couldn't like such a guy.

  "Sorry, Anel, I didn't come here to understand your art." Vika withdrew her hands and shook her head regretfully: "I..."

  At these words, the man's expression changed immediately, from warm and courteous to harsh and severe: "Not for my art? What then? Ah! Dear Miss Vika! You ruined the illusion I set up, you need to compensate."

  "Alright then." Vika sighed helplessly: "Anel, tell me, what do you want?"

  "I want you to match my art." Anel said with a toss of his head.

  "You know that's impossible." Vika's face showed a look of difficulty.

  "So don't think I'll let you off easily."

  "You must know when to stop, Mr. Rabbit-face." Penny suddenly coughed and interrupted.

  "You look like a rabbit, your whole family looks like rabbits!" Annel was furious and glared at Penny who had interrupted her.

  "But no one in my family has ears as long as Mr.," Penny said with a completely serious expression, and Vika burst out laughing.

  "Young one, your words just now have insulted all the spirits and half-spirits of Ferelden. Lord Cullen will see to it that you are punished by divine retribution." Anriel turned to Penny, saying in a huff.

  "The Master of the Elves may be powerful, but unfortunately I don't belong to him. You should know, sir, that now is not the time to quibble over my words, for you will soon have great troubles at your doorstep." Parnesian suddenly spread his hands and said to Anel.

  "What's wrong with me?" Anel looked disbelieving, and Vika also stared at the young man strangely, not knowing what he was thinking.

  "I just dismantled your illusion magic array..."

  "Great! It was actually you who did the good deed." Anel's expression changed to one of sudden realization, he rolled up his sleeves, gritted his teeth, and looked like he wanted to punch someone at any moment.

  "Sir, as far as I know, most people who use this kind of illusion array to seal the door are wizards..." Pennesian glanced at Anel's attire and hairstyle: "Of course, there are also bards and the like, but for this type of person to use an illusion array, if they're not doing something that can't be seen, it's to prevent certain people from finding them."

  Penny glanced at Arnell's gradually stiffening face, and at the same time heard footsteps outside the yard. Penny smiled: "My intuition tells me, Mr. Arnell, that the last possibility is more likely."

  "Found it!" "Found it!" "Over here!" The footsteps drew closer, a loud and rough voice echoed from outside, Anel's eyes rolled wildly, his face turned even uglier.

  "Kick it open!" A loud shout came from outside, and the massive sound shook the entire courtyard. The small outer gate crashed to the ground, and a group of burly men carrying axes appeared at the entrance with menacing looks: "Anel, you scum!"

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