Super Magician: The Magic Network Collapsed Again at the Start

Chapter 44 Gwyneth
During the summer tides, the days are long and the nights are short.

When Anser and the others woke up, it was already past six o'clock, and the sky was still bright. They packed their valuables and weapons and prepared to try the Moon Elf cuisine and, incidentally, gather some information.

"Don't call me by my name when there are other people around, call me Captain." Anser put on his cloak, afraid of attracting the attention of the Blue Flame Order.

"Okay..." Blatt and the other man understood.

The treehouse is several dozen meters away from the mushroom house and occupies a larger area, but the interior colors are quite different. The treehouse is mainly dark green, with an arched dome and a moon gate, giving it a natural charm.

The first floor is the restaurant, filled with round or square tables, and there is a long bar on one side, making it seem like a combination of a pub and a restaurant.

It was dinnertime, and the spacious restaurant was already more than half full, mostly with guests from the Mushroom House.

The waiters were almost all moon elves, with pointed ears, fair skin, and silver-white or light blue hair. There were both men and women, and they were generally good-looking.

Anser plopped down on a high stool next to the bar and silently observed the diners.

These people were all well-dressed, mainly professionals, merchants, and nobles, and were quite quiet with almost no one making a fuss.

"What would you three gentlemen like to order?" A handsome and dashing elf waved aside the waiter and approached.

Anser picked up the menu from the bar and found that the prices were much higher than those of a typical restaurant, but much more reasonable than the room rate.

"Elf nut bread, roasted mushrooms, roasted mackerel, and herbal tea."

These are the cheapest items; dishes like bacon and green pepper rolls, vegetable stew, and seafood rice are all more expensive than the others.

Blatt took the menu and ordered something similar to Anser's, except he replaced the herbal tea with ale.

Finn looked at the unusually bland food and only ordered a grilled fish and a smoked venison. Although he had wood elf blood, he loved to eat meat.

"Please wait a moment, everyone." The male elf wrote down the menu and handed it to the waiter beside him.

Then he poured three glasses of wine and placed them in front of Anser and the others.

"Our signature Moon Dew Wine, it's on me." He sat across the bar from Anser.

"Hmm?" Anser immediately became alert. A cup of Moon Dew Wine was worth 2 silver coins, which was more expensive than venison.

Offering unsolicited favors is always motivated by ulterior motives.

"Don't be nervous, my name is Kaleno, and I'm one of the owners of Moonshadow Quiling." The male elf waved his hand and quickly explained, "I've always longed for adventure since I was a child, but unfortunately my family wouldn't allow it."

If you could tell me about your experiences on the road these past few days, dinner tonight would be on me.

"These past few days?" Anser's heart skipped a beat. "Can you tell me how you figured that out?"

"You've just checked in, and you're covered in dust and smell of blood. Do you even need to guess?" Carreno's lips curled up, his eyes brimming with confidence.

There was no need to guess, because he had spotted them from the rooftop when Anser and his group went to the docks to watch the excitement.

Anser looked at him calmly, and soon the dice revealed Careno's information:

[Kaleno, Moon Elf, Level 4 Warrior (Psionic Warrior)]

“We’ve just arrived and don’t know much about the situation here. Would you be willing to tell us?” He took the initiative, and if the other party was willing to share, he wouldn’t mind revealing a little.

“Of course.” Kaleno didn’t hesitate. “Let me tell you about some recent events. A few days ago…”

After the incident at Baldur's Gate, Silverscale Bay quickly received the news, which initially circulated only among the upper echelons, and ordinary people initially thought it was a rumor.

The news only truly broke when a large number of merchant ships left the Chonsar River. After that, a large number of refugees poured in every day, and the tragic situation at the Baldur's Gate became known to more people.

Today, the Cormier royal caravan, escorted by a Dragon Lake fleet warship, attempted to cross the Flying Dragon Bridge but was attacked by a large number of Kotau fishmen. Although they managed to escape, they suffered heavy losses.

The Dragon Lake Fleet is a newly formed fleet of the Kingdom of Cormier, specifically designed for escort missions. It possesses considerable firepower, but it still struggles to defend against attacks launched directly from underwater.

The most bustling places were the various adventurer guilds, with countless quests available, most of which involved going to Baldur's Gate to rescue family and friends, but few adventurers dared to accept them.

"Are there any passenger ships going to Dagger Beach or Waterdeep?" Anser was more concerned about this.

"Yes, but the tickets have gone up in price, and I'm afraid you won't be able to buy them now." Carreno poured himself a glass of wine and drank it all in one gulp. "I advise you not to take those small boats; the Sword Sea is teeming with merfolk, and it's quite dangerous." It's normal that so many people want to leave that they can't get tickets; this situation might only ease up in a week.

But who knows what will happen a week from now?

For the Kou Tao fishmen, who have long lived in the dark and murky waters underground, coming to the surface waters is like coming to paradise; they would never leave, no matter what.

However, Anser was not in a hurry. Apart from the higher prices, Silverscale Bay was generally safe, far from the disaster center, but not too "secure," which met his expectations.

After all, he needs to level up through combat; a peaceful and uneventful life is not what he wants.

As they were chatting, their food was served.

Anser gave Blatt a look, and Blatt understood, beginning to vividly recount his experiences over the past few days.

However, this time the protagonists are the paladins; they are merely bystanders with no real presence. The undead from last night were the same; they and the Stonemasons' Guild simply happened to witness it and did nothing.

There's nothing to hide about these things, because too many people have seen them.

This thrilling and dramatic experience left Carreno thoroughly entertained, and he kept pouring wine for Blatter, soon downing several glasses in no time.

It's clear he really loves adventure; he looks on with longing, and his eyes light up when he hears the exciting parts, as if he were the protagonist of the story.

After Blatt finished speaking, the area around the bar was packed with people, and many waiters were also eavesdropping.

Anser had already quietly hidden in a corner, wearing a cloak, and no one paid attention to him. Unfortunately, he waited for a long time but did not see the Blue Flame Order members come out.

"You seem to be waiting for someone?" A magnetic voice suddenly rang in his ear.

Anser's muscles tensed, and he turned his head to look. A graceful female elf walked towards him, wearing an elaborate moon-white robe and holding a cup of wine in her hand. She was looking at him with a smile.

"Who are you?" The holy emblem in his arms did not warn him, so he relaxed a little.

“I’m Gwyneth, the owner here. Didn’t Carino tell you?” Gwyneth’s skin seemed to glow with moonlight, giving her an unreal appearance.

“No.” Anser stared into her blue eyes. “Is there something you need, Ms. Gwyneth?”

Gwyneth leaned closer to Anser: "Tyr's follower, little Dara forgot to remind you, Moonshadow Quinling is not allowed to fight, let alone kill anyone."

"You're overthinking it," Anser said nonchalantly.

"Hehe..." Gwyneth lightly tapped his teacup with her wine glass, then turned and left.

The crisp footsteps faded into the distance. Anser stared at her slender waist, the dice spinning for a long time before finally detecting her profession information before her figure disappeared completely.

Gwyneth, Moon Elf, Level 6 Warlock (Moon Spellcaster), Level 1 Priest

'A level 7 professional running an inn in a small town? There are powerful people everywhere in Toril.'

Anser drank the herbal tea in one gulp, letting the minty flavor mingle with the aroma in the air and swirl around in his nostrils.

He never intended to make a move at the hotel, and being mistaken for a follower of Tyr wasn't necessarily a bad thing.

'Moon Magic.' This is another very rare sorcerer subclass.

Just then, Finn suddenly strode over and whispered beside him:
"The person has gone out."

Anser got up and walked out of the restaurant. In the setting sun, several figures in blue robes disappeared at the garden intersection.

　Moon Elves
　　Also known as silver elves or Tuttiquesser, moon elves are more tolerant and adventurous than other types of elves.

　　When their ancient empire collapsed, the Moon Elves were scattered among other races, and since then they have developed a tradition of living peacefully with their neighbors. They mingle with others, but still live with their kin in hidden settlements and secluded fortresses.

　　Other elves sometimes consider the Moon Elves frivolous and foolish. But it is precisely the fluidity of their culture, thought, and character that enabled them to survive during the difficult period of elven history and to prosper thereafter. Moon Elf communities can be found throughout Faerûn, and many Moon Elves live among the settlements of other races, coexisting with them for centuries.

　　Moon Elves possess the racial traits of High Elves from the Player's Handbook.

　　Their skin was pale with some blue spots. Their hair color was similar to that of humans, with some moon elves having silver-white or varying shades of blue. Their eyes were blue or green, with golden spots.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)