Arcane Journey

Chapter 125 The Calculations of the Zhentalin Society

'Veil Rose' is not at all the standout cloth store that Mokou visitors sometimes imagine.

To be precise, it is a massage parlor, but only the nouveau riche call it that.

Rather, it is the Palace of Pleasure, where the most skilled servants of flesh on the face of the planet can provide what most guests consider to be the most intense pleasures.

Angus the Heron Rider of the Zhentarim himself shares this view.

Already soaking his fat, overfed body in warm, scented oils, he loves nothing more than relaxing in the touch of his masseuse.

But now, not yet, he came to this temple that pleased him for business.

Because it is much safer to talk about things here than in the Rock Bunker or any other area in Mokou Town.

Of course, the main reason was that he didn't like going to the eerie catacombs in the Mokou Mountains at all.

That's why he booked a comfortable single room with just two couches and two hulking deaf human masseurs instead of his favorite masseuse.

Happily, the tongueless slave he had chosen for himself was also highly skilled.

The deaf-mute slave kneading the muscles in his neck was painful and comfortable, making him gasp heavily.

At this moment, the drow elf Sirin from the Underdark suddenly walked in.

Angus instantly felt that the embarrassment at this time was detrimental to his dignity, but the dark elf ignored it.

This made Angus unable to think of what could make this demon believer laugh.

This is a somewhat haggard female drow, her skin is an unhealthy dark gray-black like charcoal, like black agate baked in a raging fire, but her facial features are quite delicate, and her long withered white hair is more like Silky smooth.

But all this has nothing to do with cuteness, because anger and hatred are never beautiful.

He could feel that Xierlin's appearance on such a secret date was very calm and calm.

This is the difference between nobles and commoners, he thought, no matter how dangerous the situation, nobles can always maintain a certain elegance.

What's more, this is a drow princess from the ancient city of Orens in the Underdark region, the first family of the dark elves.

"Why haven't you done it yet?" Shirlin said coldly, her voice matched with her expression, there was no sense of 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."

The massage slave pressed the upper part of Angus's back with his fingertips, and his body shook accordingly.

"We'll talk about this, praise the Lord of Darkness, first of all, please calm my nerves and tell me that no one saw you enter this compartment."

He is the leader of Sanlinta Society 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 developed to include assassins, spies, an army, and Bane's church as supporters.

Now controlling half of the area around the Mare, its influence has spread across the entire continent and is firmly rooted in the west and south of the continent.

The Zhentarim are well equipped and well supplied, supported by powerful wizards and priests, led by archmages and a Chosen of Bane.

Feared by common folk and with a reputation for evil, the Zhentarim are far from foes to challenge at will.

As the organization and the Church of Bane grew together, its influence expanded even more rapidly, as both groups aimed to gain total domination over the entire continent.

Now, even an ordinary caravan bearing the mark of the Dark Intelligence Network is kept at a distance, because they are likely to be protected by some powerful mage, or possess magic that ordinary people can't even imagine.

Because of this prominent reputation, they naturally have their own enemies.

Apart from the Harper Alliance, which gave Angus a headache, the Shadowguard Assassins in the City of Shades feared him the most.

These Shadowborn are everywhere in the darkness of Mokou Town, so he must be careful.

"Are you doubting my ability?" Xierlin frowned, obviously annoyed by the hints in the conversation, "No, no one can discover my existence."

"Then take off your clothes. You are a drow elf. You are very conspicuous in Mokou Town. Someone will definitely speculate that you are here for a deep massage. When you go back, you must look like you have just done it." Finished, with a relaxed look on his face, and these guys are worth the money."

The drow frowned, as if she suspected Angus was playing a joke on her.

She didn't like this kind of prank, because it reminded her of a hated clansman.

She gestured to the slave, who was slightly smaller and less muscular than his kin.

There was a look of fear in the slave masseur's expression as he met the reddish eyes inside the dark elf's hood.

The masseuse hurriedly avoided, carefully avoiding eye contact with her, bit the bullet, and began to undress her, and hung the clothes on the hooks on the wall.

"Then what should we do?"

Shirlin let the trembling hands of the other party take off her clothes, and said in a slightly cold tone, "He is protected, even if you pass this news to those skilled shadow guard assassins in the City of Shadows, I don't think he would be so easy to kill."

"of course."

Angus had to close his slanted eyes as his massage slave squeezed and kneaded another locked muscle into a warm, soft mass, before the masseur put his hands on those muscles. Neither realize how tight they are, "Murder has the advantage of murder, but I'd rather use a cooperative approach to make him disappear forever."

"Have you reached an agreement with Graal?" Sirin asked while lying on the couch.

Her masseur-slave gently brushed her long, dry white hair aside, revealing the skin beneath.

Angus smiled relaxedly, "You're still too eager."

"This is my purpose, my lord's instruction." Shirlin's slave masseur opened a white porcelain ointment bottle, and a sweet smell radiated in the air, "You better stop wasting my time and patience. "

"Of course I know." Angus replied, "I have known for a long time that the assassination in the City of Shadows is likely to be unsuccessful, so I am going to learn how they deal with the people of the Shadows, and deal with themselves."

Shirene frowned, thinking about these issues, she seemed obviously dissatisfied.

Her slave masseuse applied a thin layer of amber oil to her back.

Silence fell suddenly.

From somewhere in the building came faint, distorted echoes of yelling, laughing, and snapping.

Angus guessed that some man must be entertaining himself in another bathroom. After all, women in Mokou Town are rarely in the mood to laugh and play so loudly.

Finally, Shireen broke the silence and said to him, "Well, what do you want to do, tell me your detailed plan."

"In order to show my loyalty to me, Graal sent gold and gems worth 20 gold coins immediately after the battle with Shadow City." Angus said confidently:

"So, just tonight, I will invite them to my castle for dinner, just like the fate of the City of Shadows, as long as I give an order, they will all die in the trap I set in advance. "

"And how can you guarantee that he'll be there too?" Shirene moaned sweetly as the slave masseuse tapped her shiny back with the bottom of his fist.

It's good to be able to relax the tight limbs of Bangbang, Angus glanced at it and thought, and he continued, "I have specifically asked Graal to bring him here, because I admire his magic arts very much. .My messenger told me he looked very happy."

"He's cunning." Shireen tensed her muscles in exasperation, and her slave masseur's hands let her relax again.

"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 a blood sacrifice prey, and he also cooperated with her to kill my mother with his own hands. The most important thing is that he was able to get rid of the blood sacrifice. The mistress of the family followed her with divine magic, and escaped from the city of Ancient Orens unharmed."

"I know what you mean, and I don't deny it."

Angus still smiled confidently, "So I also investigated him, and I know exactly what he did in the gray dwarf's Odus city, and how he destroyed the plan of the dark monarch. I also learned from Graal that the demise of the City of Shadows was also planned by him. My subordinates have personally inspected the battle traces in the banquet hall, and even he praised the other party as an excellent formation master."

"However, Lord of Darkness, I don't think he was able to arrange the magic circle successfully when I dropped the cup." He joked with a smile: "Without the help of the magic circle, he would How strong can it be?"

"Maybe it's true as you said." Shirlin snorted sullenly, and the masseur slapped her smooth, wet and bony back with his hands, making a sucking sound, "For the sake of the 660 six-layer abyss, I I don't want any surprises."

"Of course I know."

Angus moaned comfortably and clenching his toes as his masseur managed to send a joyful shudder down his nerves as he continued:

"I also don't want any accidents to happen, so I not only hired the most powerful dragon skeleton mercenary group in Mokou Town with the money Graal gave me, but also hired a model assassin from the Night Mask."

"Dragon Bones Mercenaries? Night Mask?" Shirlin looked at Angus suspiciously. When the masseur massaged her sacroiliac joints, her delicate body trembled slightly.

"The head of the Dragon Skeleton Mercenary Corps, Salo, is a dragon vein warlock whose strength has reached the peak of the model, and the deputy head, Puranda, is a fourth-order ranger."

Angus answered tirelessly, "Night Mask's headquarters is located in the trade city of West Gate on the Dragon Coast. This is a secret organization composed of vampires, specializing in assassinations."

"On the night of the banquet, I will let the 500 mercenaries of the Dragon Skeleton Mercenary Group lurk in the Rock Bunker, and my Heron Knights will hide in the banquet hall. Combined with the strength of you and me and the vampires who specialize in assassination... ..."

Angus said confidently, "If I can't even take this man down, then I'd better go see the great Lord of Darkness Bane as soon as possible."

After all, he really knows the people of the Graal Chamber of Commerce very well.

As long as the Graal Chamber of Commerce is killed and all their properties and territories are invaded, he will be the sole ruler of Mokou Town.

He had known for a long time that the High Priest Lemriel had persuaded Prince Serrant of the Kingdom of Cormyr that as long as the opportunity came, he could lead the troops of Mokou Town to invade Cormyr's territory on a large scale.

In this case, his achievements will be far higher than that of the other black guard in charge of the valley, his deadly enemy Sai Luer.

As a result, he will be appreciated by the high priest Lemuriel and favored by the Lord of Darkness.

Only with the favor of the Lord of Darkness can he have the opportunity to step into the legendary realm.

At that time, he can rely on his power and personal ability to become one of the talkers of the Zhentarim.

"I'm still a little skeptical. Is your current self-confidence a blessing or a disaster for us? Are we seizing the best opportunity, or rushing madly towards our own destruction?" Xierin said slowly after a moment of silence. , "I would be very relieved if I knew."

"Then let me ask you a question." Angus, who was immersed in the bright future, said to her, "Ask your heart, are you serving fear or hatred?"

"I serve power!" Shirene replied coldly without thinking.

"Think about it then," Angus said with a smile. "When power shines within our reach, let's grab it!"

"You're right." Shirene whispered to herself.

There was a sneer at the corner of her mouth, and she couldn't help thinking about what expression she would have if she chopped off his head, brought it to the city of Ancient Orens, and threw it in front of Santilla, a little rascal.
Her expression must be wonderful, she thought.

When Santilla was mentioned, an angry flush flashed in her narrowed eyes.

Although Santilla entered the Spider Academy to learn the way of priesthood, her style of going her own way and loving pranks never changed, which made her teeth itch with hatred.

It is not uncommon for novice priests to have rivals, personal feuds, and gratuitous animosities in the Academy of the Spiders.

In fact, it's such a good workout for life after graduation that it's rarely dissuaded.

But Santilla's pranks of humiliating her never stopped from beginning to end.

What made her most unbelievable was that she actually dared to set up a monitoring magic in Mistress Elisabetha's bedroom, and released the video of the mistress's in-depth communication with the abyssal demon at the ceremony in the ancient city of Orens.

Shirlin even thought of how Mistress Elisabeta was trembling with anger, roaring furiously and turning Santilla into a ebony statue.

However, what is extremely strange is that the farce at the festival not only did not make God Queen Rose unhappy about it, but admired her humor very much.

"Praise Rose, one day, the Queen of God will get tired of her little tricks, and this much-loved little slut will go farther and farther. If that day comes, the Queen of God will instruct me to personally obliterate her existence! "

Shireen recalled Matron Elisabeth's harsh words.

However, what makes her even more hateful is that Santilla has an incredible ability in learning and memorizing divine arts, and she is even more talented in magical travel.

Because of this, when she inadvertently learned that Santilla was secretly inquiring about Brian's whereabouts through the surface merchant, she immediately bought the surface merchant, spread false news that Brian appeared in Cormanthor, and gave her the opportunity to go to Komanso. Manso's delivery medium.

If she dared to use travel magic to sneak to the surface, Shirlin believed that the demon-born elves and the elf expedition army there would definitely welcome her very much.

It's a pity that in this case, she couldn't throw Brian's head in front of Santilla herself, and then look at her wonderful expression to get a sense of physical and mental pleasure.

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(End of this chapter)