Drizzt turned into a blurred phantom, and his tiptoe was as light as a cat. When he walked past Am Guards, there was no sound, even if he walked on the wooden stage floor where ordinary people would creak as soon as they stepped on it.

In the darkness of the dark area, sound is the key to many dark creatures relying on to judge the surrounding environment. Drizzt's silent action skills have reached an incredible level, and it is easy to deceive several soldiers' five senses.

Bypassing the backstage entrance guarded by the guards, Drizzt let go of his perception to sense the breath of the performer Bradro, who he had remembered when he was watching the performance offstage.

He easily found the breath in a lounge. The Dark Ranger quietly came to the door of the lounge and tried to push the door, and found that the lounge was not locked.

"Please come in."

Bradro's invitation suddenly came from the lounge. Drizzt was shocked. He never expected that his sneak would be noticed. His silent actions did not make any sound, but the people in the room discovered him.

Since Xingzang was exposed, Drizzt simply pushed open the door open and walked in.

Bradro sat in front of the dressing table in the lounge. He had just taken off his makeup and looked at the uninvited guest with interest.

"Although it covers your face, it seems you are not a shadow thief."

The performer squinted his eyes and observed Drizzt carefully: "What a beautiful eye color. If I guess correctly, you might be that famous ranger."

Drizzt's right hand was pressed on the hilt of the scimitar at his waist, and the performer's momentum was completely different from when he was on the stage.

He felt very dangerous in a vague way, just like when he first met Guan Haifa, he was targeted by a black panther in heaven.

The artist could easily see through the shadow of a dark elf hiding, and even shouted out his identity as soon as he opened his mouth. All of this forced Drizzt to be on guard.

"Don't worry, I have no malice towards you, on the contrary, I think we will be good friends."

Bradro stood up and walked towards Drizzt with a smile on his face. He stretched out his right hand to make a grip, hanging in the air, waiting for the Dark Ranger's response.

This kind of etiquette is not common in the continent of Feren. It is different from the dwarf's chest-beating ceremony, nor is it a human chest-beating ceremony. It is somewhat similar to the barbarian's boxing ceremony. Drizzt hesitated, but he did not hesitate for long. He let go of his hand pressed on the hilt and reached over to hold it with Bradro.

Bradro shook his arm hard to complete this inappropriate etiquette.

Drizzt lifted his hood, took off his scarf, and revealed his true face. He stared at the artist and said, "Mr. Bradro, I was only going to sneak in and ask you for an autographed poster, but now it doesn't matter, who are you, how could you know me?"

"Signature poster? Hahaha..."

When Bradro heard him say this, he laughed, took out a stack of posters from his dimensional bag and handed them to the Dark Ranger: "It's hard to imagine that you will become a fan of the troupe. I guess you probably didn't come alone. It's rare that someone like you will watch the show with your girlfriend to have a leisure time."

Drizzt was surprised to take a large stack of posters drawn by Bradro himself and signed by himself. Each poster that costs hundreds of thousands of gold coins outside was very confused and didn't understand what the mysterious artist had in his attempts.

But with short staff, this stack of posters will definitely make Katie very happy. Drizzt's hostility gradually faded, and his smile slowly climbed up to his cold face: "Thank you! But I still insist on wanting you to answer the question just now."

"Like you, I am also a traveler. As for why I know you..."

Bradro smiled kindly and said, "You are too modest. Your fame may not be obvious among ordinary people, but it is well-known among adventurers."

"I didn't expect that you were an adventurer!"

Drizzt looked at the famous artist and he didn't understand how a person who had gained fame and fortune like this, who was walking in the upper class, would be so familiar with the adventurer's circle.

"A adventurer who doesn't want to be an artist is not a good investigator."

Bradro smiled and said something that Drizzt couldn't understand: "I'm planning a major event that will affect the entire Faren, and the artist is just a temporary identity for this major event. I know that your team is in Am during this period. If you weren't busy preparing for the performance, you would have planned to find you, for fear that you will leave Am Am ​​and go to the Ice Wind Valley."

The Dark Elf Ranger didn't expect that Bradro would tell the whereabouts of the Mithril Squad in front of him so calmly and tell a big secret.

As a hunter, he sensitively realized that Mr. Bradro was not talking nonsense. Judging from his meaning, he still had his own place in this major event.

What happened to Faren as a whole?

Generally speaking, this kind of thing is by no means a good thing!

Just like a few years ago, Shalofok, the overlord of the Iron Throne, planned a major event that affected the entire Feren, trying to become the new generation of the God of Killing Barr!

Drizzt narrowed his purple eyes and pressed the scimitar on his waist with his hands again.

"No need to be so tense."

Bradro smiled and waved his hand, "I'm not ready, nor are you ready. It's still unclear whether this big thing can be started. Maybe I'm just talking about it?"

He took out another stack of thread-pack books from the dimensional bag and handed the stack to Drizzt.

After the dark elves alertly took the stack of books, Bradro spoke again: "These books were obtained by me during my plane trip. I will give you them. If you have free time during the journey, you can read them. When we meet again, there will be more common languages, and then we will decide whether we will become friends or mortal enemies."

This time, Drizzt was just trying to get the signature poster, but he was forced to make several books. Although he was puzzled, he did not refuse in person out of politeness.

Although the artist Bradro is mysterious, his attitude has always been modest and peaceful. He just accepted a stack of signature posters, and Drizzt's impression of him is not bad.

There are not many types of books in the Feren continent. Apart from magic books and divine Scriptures, there are only some historical records and natural history, and some heroic epics.

Drizzt received a good enlightenment education at the Spider Academy in Mosobrey City. In addition to the Dark Elf Language, he also mastered many foreign languages. This book is written in Faren's Common Language, so he is not worried about not being able to read it due to language problems.

It is also a good thing to be able to obtain books, spend time and increase knowledge in boring travel.

"I'm afraid you can't understand some nouns and concepts in the book yet. If you have the opportunity to meet again in the future, I will answer it for you."

Seeing Drizzt put away the stack of books, Bradro smiled even more and watched the dark elves turn and leave.

Drizzt sneaked into the shadows and disappeared at the door.

That set of books was written by him and Io. Io's soul database stores huge book materials, oral and copied by Io, Luo Feng.
Chapter completed!