klisemfg Chapter 304 It's finally my turn.
Chapter 304 It's finally my turn.
At the crossroads outside Hillsbrad Farm, militiamen wearing red headscarves and carrying short swords and oak shields blocked Lorraine's path.
No, at this moment, it is not Lorraine who is in control of the body, but his teacher, Lorraine.
Compared to the native inhabitants of Hillsbrad Foothills, the humans of Rolin are relatively short, only about 1.7 meters tall, even with the mage's boots they wear.
She had unusually short, black hair, wore black-rimmed glasses, and was dressed in a long, skirt-like mage robe...
The robe dragged on the ground...
Every now and then, he would take a few steps and almost trip over our Master Luo Lin.
Given that his disguises had been exposed several times before, only once in Dalaran, even under the noses of many powerful figures, did no one recognize that the strange mage with black hair and yellow and white leather clothes was the Plaguebringer himself.
Switching bodies using the Mirror of Truth is undoubtedly the best form of disguise.
After the switch, teacher Rowling possessed a living human body.
No disguise can compare to the living flesh of a ghost in Lorraine...
His Eastern features were somewhat peculiar and out of place. Rolin claimed to be a bard from an unknown, distant land at sea... The militia couldn't immediately ascertain his identity; it wasn't uncommon for travelers to have made pilgrimages to Dalaran...
"Don't you know Dalaran is no longer here? Now, the place where Dalaran once was is just a pit."
"Oh, Dalaran is gone? No way! I've traveled thousands of miles, crossed oceans to get here. I have to go see him, since I'm already here..."
"You can see it, we are indeed the closest town to Dalaran. We've hosted many guests, but now, the mayor has clearly designated this area as a military restricted zone, and outsiders are not allowed to enter. You'd better take a detour... this road is blocked."
The militiamen thought it best to avoid trouble. They figured the strange human bard with the unknown identity would have been invited to the town's pub in the past to make it lively, but now it was better to drive him away.
Another militiaman saw Rolin talking to the guards and went over to question him. He also felt that preventing Rolin from entering the town was the best solution, but he was relatively polite and recommended several other routes...
One direction is towards Ambermill, and the other is the Alterac Valley...
Both paths were extremely dangerous, for Ambermill was now occupied by the Forsaken army, and Alterac Valley was an even more perilous battlefield. Rowling understood that these two seemingly simple militiamen were testing him.
"Thank you very much. Well, I originally wanted to rest in town for a while. To be honest, I also run a small cloth business, and I have a batch of silk from the East for sale... I've been relying on this small business to earn some travel expenses along the way. The hardships of the journey are hard for outsiders to understand..."
Roland feigned regret, pulling a stack of silk from the loose sleeve of his robe...
The two militiamen's eyes gleamed... Rowling always felt that the people of Hillsbrad were vicious... as if they were about to rob someone in broad daylight... He forgot that there was no country here, just a small, self-sufficient manor, and these guards could turn into robbers at any time.
If Rolin were a necromancer now, the guards would attack him without hesitation before he even got close.
What does "travel expenses" mean?
The guard opposite Roland was puzzled. Although Roland spoke the common language of Azeroth, his vocabulary was strange...
His companion was not interested in anything else Rowling mentioned, but his eyes lit up when he heard about silk. He stared at the silk roll in Rowling's hand, his mind filled with thoughts of gold.
Yes, silk has been present on the continent of Azeroth for a long time, but its production is extremely low. Most of it was transported back by sea by the two major kingdoms, and its value was much higher than that of ordinary wool and linen. In the mortal realm, silk was the highest-grade fabric.
The only fabrics more valuable than silk are those enchanted and enchanted by magicians or rune masters, such as magic-weave cloth and rune cloth. The fabrics themselves are not particularly special. The Outland's specialty spirit-weave cloth and the North Pole's specialty frost-weave cloth are more precious because they have been infused with magical power by enchanters, and because the raw materials come from wool and special plants from their respective regions.
As the name suggests, the magic pattern fabric is decorated with magic patterns.
Runecloth is rune-marked cloth.
The spirit-patterned cloth and the frost-patterned cloth were respectively infused with spiritual power from the void and the deathly icy power of the Arctic, forming unique patterns.
Typically, only advanced Darkweave Tailors, Flame Tailors, and Mooncloth Masters will continue to infuse their magic into high-grade magical fabrics, creating items such as Mooncloth, Demon Cloth, Blackweave Cloth, or Spellweave Cloth... The difference lies in their respective skills, refining the fabric into precious magical item materials.
Those high-end items circulated among the mages of Dalaran. In places like Hillsbrad Foothills, the most luxurious fabric for nobles and the wealthy was undoubtedly silk.
"The silk merchant hasn't been here in ages! You said you were a bard, but I thought you were just another con artist trying to scam me out of food and drink..."
"Yes, stranger, please don't go... I'll go ask for permission... By the way, what's your name?"
The militia's attitude changed instantly, and a smug smile crept onto Rolin's face...
This prompted a barrage of complaints from his disciple inside his body.
The teacher's meaning is this: you see, as soon as I left home, it all became... I should have relinquished control of my body long ago... and kept my promise.
The apprentice kept rolling his eyes... unfortunately, no one could see it.
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Rowling, with impeccable manners, waved his right hand in a circle, bent slightly, tiptoed, and tilted his head: "I am... Barbaras & Footman, from the distant East... oh no, to you it might be called the other side of the Endless Sea..."
"The Endless Sea? You're a footman? Is Barbaras your surname or your first name...?"
"Don't worry about that, the names we have there are very unique..."
"How much silk do you have?"
"That depends on how much you're offering..."
Luo Lin, in a rather serious manner, haggled with the militiaman... This young militiaman, from an ordinary farming family and a lifelong farmer, touched the silk and exclaimed, "So soft, so supple, so cool... What is it made of? I've heard that even the spider silk of the Spider Demons or Spider Demons in Warcraft isn't this fine..."
As if by magic, Luo Lin immediately pulled out several spider silk threads from his bag, which were the spoils left over from the original spider cave.
They were almost forgotten by the master and apprentice.
Teacher Rowling, however, took advantage of...
"Hmm, spider silk is too stiff; it's impossible to make it into silk. A mysterious oriental treasure, truly remarkable... Mr. Barbaras, could you sell me one at a discount?"
"Not at all, not at all. Thank you for showing me the way and answering my questions. What harm is there in giving you a roll of silk..."
The militiaman was immediately stunned when Rolin slipped a roll of silk into his hand. He was flattered and then panicked, quickly turning around to look.
It's okay if you don't look.
He was startled when he saw it and quickly returned the silk roll to Roland... stuffing it back into Roland's hand.
Not far away, another militiaman led civilian Wilkes out of the mayor's hall... heading straight for where Rolin was, seemingly somewhat delighted.
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