Arcane Journey

After saying this, the gray dwarf merchant puffed out his chest proudly and drank the liquid in the cup.

Then, he took out a handful of gold coins, turned to the bartender, and asked, "Where is Prometheus Tral? Where is Prometheus Tral? I want to discuss a good deal with him that can make a lot of money."

Prometheus Tral?
Hearing the name, Brian immediately became interested.

This is the Underdark, and the gray dwarf merchant wants to do business with him, so if he guessed correctly, this guy with a long and smelly name is the person he wants to find.

No, to be precise, it should be the dragon he was looking for.

Prometheus Tral is an ancient black dragon who calls himself the Dusk Merchant and his caravan is called 'Dragon's Treasure'.

This old Yin dragon likes to play the pig and eat the tiger the most. He pretends to be an old human man, captures valuable slaves everywhere, and sells them to the underworld to accumulate wealth for himself.

When Brian was first teleported from the small world to the Underdark, he was unlucky enough to be captured by this guy and sold to the drow elves. If it weren't for chance, he would have died here long ago and would not have survived until now.

So, Brian has been keeping this account in mind all the time.

Sooner or later, he would destroy his lair and expand his own treasure trove.

Originally, he was taking a chance with this old dragon. It didn't matter if he couldn't get any information about this guy.

If Brian had the chance to get some information about this guy, he would definitely go to his house to ask for his advice.

"Prometheus Tral is in Room 23 on the fifth floor underground. Go find him yourself, but I must remind you not to disturb him before he finishes his work."

The halfling bartender took the gray dwarf's gold coin with a smile, sat back down again, and returned to his normal state, even his voice and demeanor were lazy and indifferent.

The gray dwarf merchant didn't care. He jumped off the stool, walked to Brian, and explained, "Mr. Brian, I'm very sorry. I need to go find Prometheus Tral, the dusk merchant of 'Dragon's Treasure'. If I'm lucky enough to get in touch with him, my business scale can be expanded by at least half."

Brian smiled nonchalantly, but he was thinking in his mind.

Just as he guessed, it was indeed the old Yin dragon.

In this case, he would have to find a way to get in touch with the old dragon Prometheus Tallac through the gray dwarf Tallac, and then beat him to his knees and sing "Conquest".

"Okay, then go ahead. Don't worry. I'll just sit here and wait for you to come back." Brian said with a smile.

"Worry? What should I worry about, Mr. Mage? Your power is as bright as the stars, powerful enough to eclipse all existence."

The gray dwarf merchant Talacot quipped, with an elusive smile on his lips.

He looked around, a gleam of vigilance flashing in his eyes. "However, the people here are as restless as wolves, always looking for new prey to play with. Your appearance as a new face will undoubtedly attract their attention."

After saying this, the dwarf winked at Brian deliberately, with a bit of humor and alertness.

Then, he left through the archway beside the bar, glass in hand, and his back gradually disappeared into the darkness.

As Tallacott puts it, every inch of the bar is permeated with the frenzy of trouble-making.

It was like a huge magnetic field, attracting countless souls full of vitality and danger. Not long after the gray dwarf Talakot left, another stimulating smell came from the air - that was the breath of two dark elf men.

They strode over to the bar like two ferocious beasts that had just broken free from their restraints.

The two men were dressed in luxurious clothes and exuded an air of arrogance.

Their arrival immediately made the air around them freeze, and a storm seemed to be brewing.

At this time, the drow man with a huge emerald buckle on his belt widened his eyes and shouted to his companions in an extremely exaggerated tone: "Hey, Morand, I guess it's a human! A real surface human!"

He stared at Brian, his voice full of surprise and excitement, as if he had discovered a new world, and his eyes were shining with curiosity and desire, which attracted people.

The drow warrior named Morand looked at his companions with disdain and contempt.

He laughed proudly, "Brother Jack, you are such an ignorant poor fellow. It is really embarrassing for me to stay with you."

His words were full of disdain and contempt, as if humans were insignificant beings in his eyes.

However, everyone knows that there is more information hidden behind his words.

He added contemptuously: "In a massage parlor in our ancient Orens city, there are several human slaves, all of whom are masters of massage! As long as you enjoy it once, you will know that the pleasure is truly incomparable and supreme. But compared to human slaves, I heard that Orianna..."

There was a unique sense of pride and satisfaction in Gojek's tone.

"Foolish fellow, is Oriana's charm something that ordinary people like you can easily touch? Morand, you'd better be careful with your words and actions, otherwise you may cause unnecessary trouble. If they knew your arrogance and frivolity, they would never let you off easily."

Gojek's words were full of warnings and disdain, like a tempered sword, pointing directly at Morand's arrogance.

As Gejek's tone gradually cooled, Morand still didn't know how to restrain himself. There was a provocative light in his eyes. He stretched lazily and said casually:
"I may be cautious, but I am still quite curious about my human slave's massage techniques. I have been busy with tasks recently and my muscles are sore all over. I need to relieve them urgently."

After saying this, he looked at Brian with a condescending attitude.

Faced with Morand's provocation, Brian just thought the scene was quite funny.

In his eyes, Morand's behavior was as vulgar as that of a street thug who provoked others at every turn, which was despicable.

This provocative tactic gave Bryan a deeper understanding of the two challengers.

He couldn't help but wonder if there was someone secretly manipulating these two stupid guys. Perhaps they were being used by someone to provoke him so presumptuously.

Brian's thoughts turned, and he remembered that he was looking for Heidruf's magic notes. A plan began to form quietly in his mind.

He decided to keep quiet for the time being, deliberately ignoring the existence of the two provocateurs, and continue the drama in order to lure the people behind the scenes to the surface.

At this moment, all he had eyes for was the fine wine in front of him. The deep red color was like the brightest star in the night sky, tempting him to taste every drop of its sweetness.

Seeing this, Morand and Gojek exchanged glances. (End of this chapter)