Broad World

In the dungeon of the Phantom Guild headquarters, Artemis Entreri was twisting his body while enduring the pain, trying to break free from the shackles on his hands. When he was young, he had learned a few tricks from street thieves, he could twist his joints to an incredible degree, and then let his hands be free again.

However, he obviously hadn't practiced for too long, and the binding was extremely tight, so the bones were not as soft as before, and he couldn't break free from the steel shackles until his wrists were bloody and bloody.

Just when the killer was a little depressed, a white light suddenly appeared in the dungeon, followed by just a few seconds, Henry stepped out from inside.

He first glanced at the blood on the shackles, and then smiled lightly: "Hehe, dear Artemis Entreri, I have been very busy the past two days, so I haven't spared time to communicate with you. Now that all the troubles have been sorted out, it's time to talk openly and honestly."

"What do you want from me?" Entreri asked cautiously, narrowing his eyes.

As a human who has worked hard in the lower class for decades and lived in a dangerous dark elf city for a period of time, he knows very well that if he wants to survive in this situation, it is best not to defy the other party's will, otherwise Even his own shadow physique cannot guarantee that he can survive.

In fact, a few years ago, the best killer in Calimport used the blood-sucking dagger to stab into the body of a shadow plane creature. As a result, the dagger sucked the life essence of the shadow into the body, making the He has acquired a body that will never age and a longer lifespan, which can be easily distinguished by observing the dull and gray skin on his body.

Henry had only dealt with the ghost princes not long ago, so he knew very well what this meant. At least for a few thousand years, this guy in front of him didn't need to worry about aging and natural death. A melee professional with truly unlimited potential, although the part-time job is a bit messy, it is well integrated.

After looking up and down for a few minutes, he raised his hand and snapped his fingers, and all the tied ropes and shackles untied and fell off by themselves...

Entreri, who had regained his freedom, briefly moved his numb arms and neck, and stood there silently, making no attempt to escape or attack. He knew very well that he was not sure of defeating the young man in front of him even when he had a weapon in his hand, not to mention that now he was not only hungry, but also hungry and thirsty.

Seeing that the killer did not act rashly. Henry couldn't help but show a hint of appreciation. He is capable, capable, and principled. Although he is a little arrogant, he knows how to restrain himself. He is definitely a rare talent. No wonder he is still alive after going through so many dangers.

After a short silence, he took two steps forward with a smile on his face and said, "Before we officially start talking, I think we should get to know each other again, because the Boyce you know is just a fake name, and I really His name is Henry Angomey."

"What!!!" Entreri took two steps back suddenly. There was an unconcealable horror in his eyes. "You... you are the mortal who killed the gods! The terrible destroyer?!"

"Oh? Did Vasa and Damara in the north say that about me?" Henry asked with a playful smile.

In fact, due to the official establishment of the Kingdom of West Hartland, more and more stories about him circulated on the Faerun Continent. It covers almost everything from inspirational versions for teenagers, to romantic affairs that adults love to see, etc...

There are also interspersed versions of Hero Salvation, Darkness and Fallen, and Sweeping Thousands of Armies. Some people even adapted the story between him and Elf Queen Alison and Joan Irenicus into a bloody triangle. In love, those bards with big brains dare to write almost anything to attract people's attention.

At first Henry was dumbfounded when he saw the news sent by Robert, but he soon became numb with the refurbishment of the tricks, and finally he would look through some of the themes that are still new in this world with an entertainment mentality. When entertaining the public.

After all, even the famous Great Sage of Shadow Valley like Elminster will inevitably be ridiculed and ridiculed. As the dream (lover) lover of countless men in the Northland, Alustriel. There are already several collections of erotic stories, like him is nothing at all.

Entreri took a deep breath, clenched his fists nervously, and nodded lightly: "That's right! In the eyes of the residents of the Cold Land, Vaasa and Damara, you are equivalent to the one who brought war , the Witch King of death and destruction. They are hostile to you, but they are also afraid of you, and there are rumors that you will drive the floating city to wage war on the entire world."

After hearing the killer's description, Henry immediately touched his nose dumbfounded: "Okay. It seems that after crossing half a continent, some rumors have been magnified a lot, don't you believe it too?"

You must know that from Baldur's Gate to the vicinity of the Great Glacier, there is an Enno Macedonia Desert and Comanso in the middle, and there are hundreds of towns passing through. What's more, the vicinity of the Moon Sea is a place where wars frequently occur, so it is understandable no matter how outrageous the news becomes after passing.

"It doesn't matter whether I believe it or not. The important thing is that you do have great power. Tell me, what do you want from me?" Entreri was obviously affected by some rumors, his eyes full of guard .

The relationship between him and the spellcaster has never been easy to deal with. First, he was hunted down by a battle mage and almost lost his life, and then he was humiliated by those arrogant and cruel female priests of the dark elves. A man of power, even though he himself is a beneficiary of supernatural powers.

"It's very simple. I have taken a fancy to your ability, so I want you to serve me." Henry didn't care about the attitude of the other party, and stated his conditions openly.

He has carefully studied the life of the killer in front of him, so he knows that this legendary figure has never taken the initiative to betray his employer. The above is the kind that is more affectionate and righteous in the evil camp.

Entreri never liked talking nonsense, so he frowned and asked, "Who do you want me to kill?"

Obviously, in his eyes, killing is what he is best at, besides killing. No other specialties.

Hearing the killer's question, Henry immediately smiled and waved his hands: "Hehe, I think you misunderstood me. This is an invitation to join my camp, just like you were hired by Karin before. Hong Kong's Thieves Guild."

"You mean you want me to be your subordinate?!" Entreri's face changed slightly when he wanted to understand.

Although he doesn't mind joining some organizations and mercenary groups, he still has some scruples about becoming a subordinate of a legendary spellcaster, because the experience in the dark elf city made him understand the truth, that is, high-level spellcasters will use some Unknown means to control subordinates, some serious may even lose the ability to think independently.

"That's right! Please don't be so vigilant. I have no intention of using spells or magic items to control you, and I won't even interfere with your usual activities. It's just that when necessary, you must put down all your work and go for I do some things. In return, I can lend a helping hand when you are in danger. Of course, I will also provide some potions and magic talisman items.”

Henry saw the killer's worry, so he immediately set out his own conditions. In his opinion, Entreri's real value lay in his ability to adapt to unfamiliar environments, not in his combat skills.

From Calimshan to Icewind Dale. Then to the dark region, and finally ran to the vicinity of the great glacier in the extreme north. The guy in front of him has experienced unimaginable hardships. If it were someone else, he would probably have died countless times. In this alone, he is a hundred times stronger than the dark elf ranger Drizzt. After all, the latter is constrained by his conscience, and sometimes he seems a bit rigid and unflexible.

It is best to let such a person go out and let him develop freely, and call him when he needs it, maybe there will be a big surprise at that time.

As for the issue of betrayal, Henry is not worried at all, he believes that as long as he shows enough strength. With the killer's character of knowing the current affairs, he definitely knows how to choose.

Artemis Entreri obviously did not expect the conditions to be so loose, and asked in an unbelievable tone: "You mean that I can cooperate with other people in normal times, or even join other organizations?"

Henry knew that the killer should be cooperating with Jarlaxle, the dark elf mercenary leader, but this was nothing to him, so he nodded happily: "Of course, I always like to give my subordinates a lot of freedom, you can go to Do what you want. But there is one thing. As long as the order is received, it must be carried out unconditionally, and no discount is allowed."

After careful consideration, Entreri felt that there should be no problem, so he immediately raised his arm and pointed to the red curse on his armpit: "Okay. Your offer is hard to refuse, and I agree to join. But there is a premise. You You have to get rid of the curse on me first."

"Aha! No problem. It's just a annoying little nuisance."

Speaking of which, Henry completed the "remove the curse" spell extremely quickly, and with more than twice the casting level of Jimana, he easily dispelled the curse completely.

Entreri stared in amazement at the skin that had returned to its normal color, a look of surprise on his face. Since he was cursed, he tried to find the priest in the temple to solve it. At first, it had some effect, but the curse would recur after a few seconds, but this time, there was really no trace at all.

After removing the curse, Henry helped the killer heal the broken collarbone, and then returned the confiscated magic equipment one by one, even the dangerous Netherese long sword.

He has now lost the desire to collect (desire) these ordinary magic rune items, and only real legendary items and artifacts are what he is interested in.

Artemis Entreri, who was fully dressed again, waved his weapon a few times on the spot, then put on his hood and followed silently, just like he did when he was in the Thieves Guild, waiting for the leader's order.

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