Chess Mage of Faerûn

Chapter 97 Return to High Hedges

At a command, the two goblin brothers charged side by side toward the skeleton soldiers. A series of clanging and banging sounds were heard as the skeletons busied themselves with their scrap metal, beating up the two goblin craftsmen.

It's a pity that after all those scratches, the armor on the lumberjack and the clockwork didn't even show a few marks, let alone any damage.

On the other hand, the Clockwork Goblin's Iron Plate is incredibly powerful, capable of inflicting shattered fractures on the opposing group of skeletons from who-knows-when with a single strike.

As for the lumberjack, it goes without saying that the chainsaw in its left hand is an absolute weapon of mass destruction. Cutting into skeletons is no different than cutting sugarcane. Just by swinging it left and right, a whole group of skeleton soldiers will fall down.

Having gotten into the game, Zhang Yuan had the lure machine deliberately lure the skeletons into a group, surrounding the lure machine in the middle.

Activate skill: Death Whirlwind
The lumberjack held its hands outstretched, and a ring of sharp, circular saw-like teeth extended from the outer edge of its hemispherical cockpit. The blades gleamed with an orange-yellow light, a sign of its enchantment, and then suddenly spun around.
All the skeletons within three meters of the lumberjack fell to the ground in an instant, like grass blown by a gale or stalks wielded by a scythe.

After the goblin duo cleared out the remaining undead, Zhang Yuan, escorted by three bodyguards, strolled leisurely toward Highhold.

It was the same steps, the same doorbell, and even the one who came out to greet us was the same fleshy golem.

Upon returning to this place, Zhang Yuan calmly followed the golem up the stairs and once again met his target, Tyrantir, in the same living room as before.

Only Xiaoxiao accompanied him up the mage tower; the two goblin brothers were currently crouching in a corner near the tower, guarding their luggage.

As always, Tyrandeur kept his head down, trying to appear profound, at least that's what Zhang Yuan thought.

Hearing footsteps, Tyrandeer slowly raised her head and looked at Zhang Yuan, or rather, looked at him for a very short while.

“Three months and nine days,” Tyrandeur suddenly said, uttering a nonsensical date.

Zhang Yuan did understand somewhat, but he would rather not have understood, otherwise he wouldn't be stuck in this awkward situation.

She silently watched Tyrantir, hoping he would speak up and let the matter drop, but he completely ignored her, preoccupied with examining Little.

Now Zhang Yuan had no choice but to bite the bullet and try to break the awkward silence: "I'm sorry, Master Tyrantir. I was on a mission and had to delay for a while. Then some other things happened. In short, I'm very sorry. By the way, did you receive that letter from before?"

"Alright, I don't care whether what you said is true or just an excuse. Since you're here, I will keep my promise as agreed." With that, Tyrantir stopped looking at the little guy and turned to look at Zhang Yuan. "You can read some of my books, and you will also have your own alchemy workbench and spell experiment table for temporary use."

"Do whatever you want, just don't disturb my research." Tyrantilty didn't mention anything about assisting with the research.

Knowing that the other party had no intention of helping him at all, Zhang Yuan didn't care. After all, his previous words were just excuses. Didn't he know his own level? Even Old Man Terry didn't need his help, so it wasn't necessarily true that this real archmage would need his assistance.

Now that I have knocked on the door of mystery, I no longer need to rack my brains to curry favor with powerful figures or hope that they will look at me differently.

Following Tyrantir to the construct research lab, Zhang Yuan had Xiao Xiao stay there with Tyrantir, while he himself went to the library on the fourth floor accompanied by the flesh golem.

Yes, it was a library. Unlike Old Bentley's book room, the library that appeared before him was large enough to be called a library.

The space, nearly a thousand square meters, was filled with neatly arranged bookshelves and a few desks for reading and copying. It looked much like the department library from my previous life, except that the books on display were all about arcane theory rather than programming books like "Java, from Beginner to End." I picked up a book at random and glanced at the cover: "The History of Waterdeep: Part Two."

Wow, his library has a pretty diverse collection of books, including history books too?

I flipped through a few more books, all of which were classic texts such as "The History of Tessler" and "The History of Shadow Valley".

It seems this bookshelf is entirely categorized by history.

I browsed through several bookshelves, but they were all filled with history, biographies, anecdotes, and other light reading. It would be nice to read these miscellaneous books in my spare time, as they could broaden my horizons and knowledge.

Unfortunately, the timing wasn't right, so we had to just pass by and head to the next area.

He flipped through almost every bookshelf, and looking at the various types of books he pulled out, Zhang Yuan was impressed. They really had all kinds of books!
Look at this book in your hand: "The Orc Cookbook"?
Greatly surprised, Zhang Yuan opened the book to see what kind of nonsense it contained. He could understand an ogre writing a book about food, but how dare a half-orc?
"Chop the onion, crush the garlic, peel the chestnuts, and cut the wild boar meat into small cubes. Heat the oil in a large pot over high heat; when it starts to steam, put in the deer dung, then pour in horse urine. Hmm... can you smell the delicious food already?"

Enough! As if stung by a scorpion, Zhang Yuan slammed the "food book" shut with lightning speed, then quickly shoved it back onto the bookshelf, patting his hands as if he had just grabbed something dirty.

This time, Zhang Yuan was more than just impressed; he wanted to have the word "impressed" engraved on his chest and written on his face. Tyrantir seemed like a respectable person, but who would have thought that this hypocritical guy had collected the Pink Book?

Zhang Yuan, who had been slandering the Grand Master in his heart for a long time, finally found the area where the magical books were stored. Looking at the mountain of books in front of him, he began to have a headache about how to choose the right books to copy.

It's not that Zhang Yuan needs Tyrantir to give him a reading list; he already has a certain level of foundation and self-learning ability, so planning his learning goals and arranging his tasks is not a problem.

The problem is that there are so many books, but not even a table of contents. How are we supposed to find them?

Looking at the flesh golem beside him, recalling Tyrantir's instructions, he found the communication rune, tapped it with his finger, and activated the arcane mark on it.

"I remember telling you not to bother me unless it's urgent!" Tyrantir's tone was very impolite, but it was understandable. No one would be happy to be told that someone was coming to visit when their long-awaited figurine had just been delivered and they hadn't even had a chance to admire it.

The astute Zhang Yuan didn't dare waste the other party's time and got straight to the point: "I need the index of the spellbooks."

"Use reading magic to see for yourself." *Snap*, the communication was cut off.

Just as Zhang Yuan was wondering what was going on, he saw the flesh golem raise its right hand to him, and a flash of light appeared as a parchment scroll emerged from the teleportation array on its right hand.

I took the scroll and used the zero-loop trick of reading magic on it; sure enough, it was a catalog of books in the library.

Having already made his plans, Zhang Yuan skipped over those tempting second-circle arcane spells. Although the spells were good, they were not his current target.

Having recently learned several second-circle arcane spells, Zhang Yuan understood that what he needed was to consolidate and master them, rather than trying to learn as many as possible and forcing himself to swallow things he couldn't understand.

(End of this chapter)