The Tower of Wind Song's Teleportation Ring

There was no magic to banish dust where the thieves' guild operated, let alone inside that bookstore.

Hill merely glanced at them to let the thieves inside know that he was aware of their presence and not very pleased, so they wouldn't wander out to seek revenge later without even knowing what had hit them.

"Respected master archmage," Sammer wisely changed the subject. "There are quite a few books today; many people rushed back right before the deadline.

And this time, compared to the previous two days, there are even more duplicate books."

Hill nodded. "It's fine." Of course he knew many duplicate books would appear, but without this incentive, the ordinary adventurers—most of whom were illiterate—wouldn't go to such lengths to acquire books.

Naturally, such strange behavior on their part would also draw a lot of attention, and there would always be some prodigal scions of wealthy, well-stocked families who would send books over to be sold.

The prices Hill offered were undeniably the highest in all the Ten-Towns of Icewind Dale.

Sammer smiled broadly; he knew that an archmage holding an endless purse wouldn't quibble with him over such small change.

He picked up his pipe with a smug air, took a blissful puff, and then continued, "Master archmage, that foolish boy of mine beside me went to Bryn Shander, and besides that, he also collected a few little things with magical reactions.

There used to be a lot of Red Wizards in that place, and most people didn't understand the things they left behind, nor did they dare use them.

However, the locals in Bryn Shander collected all those things.

Otherwise, even fragments would stir up huge trouble.

Beshemit's father is the sheriff of that place, so they had him bring all of it over, hoping that