Chess Master of Faerûn

Zhang Yuan, who was lying flat with large characters, began to recall the first day he came to this different time and space.

Although the coins were not sold, the banknotes, which he thought were waste paper, brought unexpected joy. Five gold coins did not seem like much, but he knew something about prices, but he didn't think so.

A full hamburger costs two coppers, and a large glass of ordinary beer costs the same.Combined with the comparison of prices on the earth, one copper is equivalent to the purchasing power of ten yuan soft sister coins or the equivalent of euros.

So I now have a capital of 5000 yuan?Zhang Yuan finally had a sense of security in his heart, there was no other way, money is the courage of a hero.

He suddenly remembered what the butler said when he handed him the gold coin, and Wiles' question about the silver scale breastplate actually requiring a piece of hardware.

Interesting, it turns out that one dollar in the game is equivalent to one copper coin in this world. I thought Faerun's gold coins were so worthless.

Recalling the "huge transactions" that cost thousands of gold in the game, I couldn't help laughing.

Smiling but frowning, he thought of his system that hadn't responded since he arrived in Faerun's world, and he didn't know when it would be activated.

dltcep?system?Zhang Yuan called a few words and got no response, so he had to give up.Fortunately, the benefits brought by the system are real, not to mention the magical language proficiency, the seven spell models in his mind are also an indisputable fact.

The magic that only existed in fantasy in the past is now within reach. God knows how much perseverance Zhang Yuan used to overcome his curiosity.

But having said that, if you want to cast a spell, you have to wait for yourself to memorize it in the spell casting position and then sleep.When I woke up, I was also a magistrate, and Zhang Yuan fell asleep happily with this anticipation.

The sun was high and the sky was bright. Zhang Yuan, who was awakened by the ringing of his mobile phone, turned off the alarm in a daze. He tried to open his eyelids and felt sore all over his body.

"Fuck, why is this bed so hard, where is my mattress?" Zhang Yuan, who propped up his body with his hands, only felt that the bed board was tight, and then he remembered that he was no longer in his simple but warm little nest.

All the familiar things left me, and even the concept of hometown was left in that world.

Zhang Yuan, who had been sitting on the edge of the bed for a while, was awakened by a loud sneeze.

"Ha~ha~qiu" Wiles, who also woke up, wiped his nose and asked in a low voice: "Why did I hear someone playing the piano just now? Is it the troubadour downstairs? He came so early?"

"Probably, are you going to continue to sell paintings today?" Zhang Yuan knew that the painter was probably woken up by his own alarm, and didn't want to bring the topic up to the source of the ringtone, so he said something casually.

Wiles retorted: "What do you mean by selling paintings? I'm collecting folk songs, which is artistic creation!"

"Hehe." Zhang Yuan didn't bother to argue with him and turned around and left the room.

Shivering, Wiles felt a sense of malice rushing towards his face, and hurriedly asked, "Where are you going?"

"Wash your face and brush your teeth, by the way, do you know where you can buy toiletries?" A person who has not yet adapted to life in another world had to ask the "native" beside him for help.

Zhang Yuan, who came out of a grocery store and bought a bunch of daily necessities with a rucksack, was heartbroken and counted his pennies.

Yesterday's food, drink and lodging only cost 25 copper coins, plus the 5 copper coins spent on the purchases just now, and there are only four gold, five silver and five copper coins left on me.

Although the actual cost is not too much, he still feels quite pressured by the expenses that can only be spent but not paid in.

Zhang Yuan, who put his mind on his own coin again, remembered that the guy around him was in the art industry anyway, and maybe he knew a lot of collectors, maybe?

"Are there any famous collectors here? Can you introduce me to a generous one?" Zhang Yuan asked.

"Are you going to sell the remaining painting?" Wiles said with a little regret: "Actually, many nobles have the habit of collecting art, and they are also the main benefactors of us, but the taste of these guys is not good. How about it, there are so many demands."

After complaining for a while, Wiles paused and then said: "In addition to the Duke of Silver Shield and the Duke of the Belt, Ferrano of the Kist family is the most keen on collecting in this city. It is said that a while ago he also opened I have an exhibition to show off my treasures."

Zhang Yuan, who only felt familiar when he heard the name Ferrano, quickly asked, "Does that Sir Keist live near the market in the city center?"

"Oh, you've heard of him too? His house is just to the west of the market, but we can't see his face unless someone introduces or invites us."

So complicated. . .Zhang Yuan, who was roughly sure who this Sir Kister was, remembered that every time he broke into the game in the game, he couldn't help thinking about the feasibility of recruiting a thief teammate.

It's a pity that this trip is to discuss business instead of doing business without money, so I have to give up after thinking about it.

Zhang Yuan, who has neither aristocratic titles nor the slightest reputation, naturally would not expect an invitation letter from an NPC named Flono Kist.

In desperation, he could only hope that Wiles would have some connections to get on this line.

What I didn't expect was that he really gave Zhang Yuan a surprise. Of course, it wasn't this down-and-out painter who suddenly met his confidant and never thought it would be a vulgar story like a literary tycoon.

"Sir Kister is always happy to show his collection. It is estimated that there will be a small gathering at the end of this month. I think you can meet him there."

"Exhibition? Is it open to everyone? Can I go in too?" Zhang Yuan was a little surprised.

"Of course it's impossible for everyone to enter. Those gangsters won't be able to understand it if they go in, and they may damage Jazz's collection. But as an artist, I am fortunate to have participated in an exhibition held by Jazz." Wiles said with a smile on his face. With a proud expression, he raised his chin to show off.

"That's really not easy. Presumably only a true artist can be recognized by that Sir." Since this product is still useful, Zhang Yuan is not hesitant to praise it.

Wiles, who was scratched to the itch in his heart, immediately expressed his opinion: "Don't worry, you will meet Sir Kester in another six days, and don't forget my credit by then."

"It's really come true, I invite you to drink jade wine and have a good time!"

"A word is settled!"

After returning to the hotel alone, Zhang Yuan stayed in his room after washing up. At this time, he finally had time to think about his professional ability and power system.

After repeated consideration before falling asleep last night, I finally chose the two spells of Mage Armor and Laroc's Weak Energy Absorption.

The former can provide the protection of a piece of chain mail, which is a great help to sword masters and mages who cannot wear armor, not to mention that it lasts for up to eight hours.

Although the latter's lethality is weak, it can bring the same amount of recovery to the caster. It can be regarded as the poor version of the vampire's touch.

The two constructed spells impressively existed in his spiritual sea, but Zhang Yuan couldn't understand how they were constructed, and he couldn't even understand the existence of the spiritual sea itself.

It all depends on the system, and he has never been in contact with real magic knowledge and concepts. He can only observe the structure of the two spells in the sea of ​​knowledge like a primary school student reading advanced mathematics.

The spell model woven by the entanglement of multiple mysterious runes exudes a shimmer, and the runes are lit up like stars in the night sky, echoing, linking, and fitting each other.

Zhang Yuan, who was intoxicated by the beauty of arcane arts, could no longer restrain his eager curiosity, so in a simple room in a hostel, the sound of singing was heard, and spell-casting gestures flowed out in the hands of a visitor from a foreign land.