Chapter 1156 - 80: I Came to Conquer!

Chapter 1156: Chapter 80: I Came to Conquer!

Friendly Arm Inn.

This was a unique inn because it was surrounded by high walls, making it one of the must-pass routes in all of Baldur’s Gate.

"Lord Duncan."

As Duncan’s figure appeared, a young man wearing a cloak quickly came out to greet him, his expression respectful as he said, "I am the apprentice of Mentor Victor."

Someone from Candle Castle, or perhaps a mage apprentice taken in from outside.

Duncan glanced at him and softly asked, "Where is Victor?"

Gold Lord Daddy.

Duncan personally controlled two of the five fierce women of the Upper Gold. Although after the return of the Goddess of Wealth, the other three fierce women had only a general relationship with him, Sharella Tebron and Della Isgill were his steadfast supporters.

Because Duncan represented their fundamental interests in the Fallen Star Sea, only interests could control the immense ambitions of the five fierce women.

"The mentor has encountered some trouble."

The young apprentice cautiously said, "His research has stumbled upon some issues."

Hmm?

Did the cloning technique collapse?

Duncan wasn’t surprised by this because this land was a chaotic one, with a medieval level of civilization, but mages often did astonishing things. Besides Victor, there was another master of cloning, the founder of the Scantlin Association, Mansong.

This guy accidentally killed himself, and then the clones he secretly created had a ’Mansong War,’ which reportedly ended with only three clones still alive.

A bunch of Mansongs fighting each other, all to vie for the original’s status.

"This is what you wanted, my lord." The mage apprentice respectfully handed over a dimensional bag.

Victor is currently hunting down his clones because one of them developed different ideas and refused to obey the original’s orders, choosing to flee.

He couldn’t allow the clones to show signs of going out of control. If that happened, all the clones would act chaotically.

"Have him handle it as soon as possible."

Duncan calmly nodded and entered the Friendly Arm Inn.

Upon entering the Friendly Arm, Duncan’s gaze was quickly drawn by some guests, notably a half-elf couple, Jaheira and Khalid, a warrior, and a druid.

Beside them was an elderly human, Gorion.

Duncan’s gaze finally fell on a slightly youthful young man.

Chaneem.

——Abdel Adrian (Slaughter Divine Son) (Unawakened) (Two-star Gold).

The Slaughter Divine Son’s storyline erupts in the Valley in 1368, roughly six years from now. Currently, Chaneem is only in his teens, but he already seems quite tall.

He is a warrior and will become a mercenary in a few years.

These people seemed to have noticed Duncan’s gaze, especially the half-elf druid Jaheira with her strong senses. She looked at Duncan with a strange expression and said to her companion, "That person seems very strong."

Sister Jaheira was considered beautiful among half-elves, but Duncan, accustomed to the finer things, wasn’t easily captivated by ordinary elves.

He focused on the Slaughter Divine Son, Chaneem.

"Imoen isn’t here."

"Is it a casual meeting between old friends?"

Duncan showed a slightly amiable smile and slowly walked to the bar to say a few words.

Soon, a bartender presented gourmet food and wine.

"Hm?"

"We didn’t order these." Jaheira’s expression filled with caution.

The bearded bartender smiled and said, "The boss is treating."

"He is buying everyone a drink."

The boss?

The patron behind Friendly Arm?

Upon hearing this, Jaheira immediately relaxed a lot, surprised. "He is the new owner of Friendly Arm?"

They had heard about it too.

A wealthy patron had recently become the owner of Friendly Arm.

Duncan nodded kindly to the group and then, not paying much more attention, went directly to the second floor of the Friendly Arm Inn.

"Lord Duncan."

A priest from the Wealth Church greeted him respectfully at the door.

Duncan nodded slightly and went into the room, speaking in a deep voice, "The intel?"

The priest from the Wealth Church quickly said, "Right here."

"All the information about the capital of the Am Empire, Athkatla."

Athkatla.

Gold Coin City.

Nearby are many gold mines, and it’s also a major base of the Wealth Church.

Athkatla is the capital of Am and the oldest city in Am. It is the commercial and social center of Am, serving as the seventh-largest port city on the continent of Ferren. Trade is the lifeline of Athkatla, where anything and anyone can be bought and sold, and the law is often blinded by the glitter of gold coins.

"My lord."

"This is the magic usage permit."

A priest from the Wealth Church respectfully handed over a certificate, saying, "In Athkatla, misuse of magic can land you in the anti-magic prison."

This city harbors a group of masked mages, where unauthorized use of magical power is a serious crime.

Duncan took it, glanced at it, and opened the intel before him, asking, "Who is the current leader of the Shadow Thieves?"

The priest from the Wealth Church answered, "Aran Linvail."

"He is currently leading the Shadow Thief Guild."

"Our activity base is near Waukeen’s Promenade, and the Church of Lliira also has many followers near the circus."

"You can summon them anytime, my lord."

Good sisters, good friends, loving and plotting for a lifetime.

Wherever there’s Waukeen, there will be followers of the Goddess of Joy, Lierla.

The information in Duncan’s hands was very detailed, including intel about Baldur’s Gate, Neverwinter, Deepwater City, Am, and other places.

One page detailed the recent events near Deepwater City, mentioning that the Lord of Dry Deep Land, Abrando, hadn’t responded to prayers for some time, then suddenly bestowed divine techniques again.