Chapter 227 A Small Goal

"Mr. Bredreau, you are a famous artist in Faerûn. You have been blessed by the gods many times and have accumulated countless wealth..."

Drizzt stared blankly at the artist who was talking endlessly with the red book in front of him, and couldn't help but ask: "Why do you want to promote the principles in this red book to make mortals rebel against the gods? Aren't you afraid of offending the gods and losing Everything, even the soul, descends into hell and roasts in eternal flames?”

"Drizzt, why did you betray Rose the Spider Queen and the Do'Urden family and escape from the Underdark?"

Bradlow didn't answer him, but asked instead.

“That rich darkness unsettled me.”

"Similar to you, this world trapped in a cage by the gods also makes me uneasy, but I have nowhere to escape, so change it!"

Drizzt fell into the biggest problem in his life of a hundred years. He knew that there was an abyss in front of him. If he stepped over it, his body would be shattered, his soul would be extinguished, and his friends would even be killed.

He didn't have many friends on the surface, and the few friends he had made him feel as warm as family.

The "great cause" described by Bredreau may be the only path that can change the fate of mortals in Faerûn, but it is more likely to be a desperate path leading to destruction.

An ordinary soul, even a heroic soul, is as humble as dust in front of nearly a hundred gods.

In the souls of mortals in Faerûn, there is an invisible shackles. The indefensible nature of the gods has been deeply imprinted in the genes of every intelligent life in Faerûn. This "common sense" has long been ingrained through generations.

A question swirled in his mind, and Drizzt couldn't help but ask: "Why did you choose me? With your reputation and wealth, couldn't you build the new country you mentioned by yourself?"

"Drizzt, I chose you because I can't do this, but you can possibly do it."

Bredreau said seriously: "Even with the guidance of this book, if the leader of this enterprise is not a person who truly loves the land of Faerûn, and a person who can truly hold the people of Faerûn in his heart, For a pure person who is free from vulgar taste, the path of this career will only go astray in the end."

The artist's praise made the dark elf feel ashamed. He knew that he was far from the noble character that Bradero said.

"Drizzt, I know you have concerns."

Bredlow said sincerely: "The most precious thing for a person is life. Everyone has only one life. You are not afraid of death, but you are afraid that you will take the wrong path in the future."

"If you think about it carefully, if you continue on the original track of your life, when you are old like Mr. Elminster, when you look back on the past, will you feel guilty because you wasted your years? Regret, will you be ashamed of doing nothing?"

"When you are dying, you may have experienced countless adventures, but the world remains unchanged. All you have done is to leave a false reputation. You can say: My whole life and all my energy have been dedicated to the world. The most magnificent cause in the world - the struggle to liberate the mortals of Faerûn?"

"I think that in the continent of Faerûn, the title of 'hero' is just a class title set by the gods. It is different from 'mortals'. It has no essential difference from lords, kings, nobles, and mages. It truly meets the requirements of 'hero'." The character defined by this word is a 'revolutionary', a fighter who changes the fate of mortals in Faerûn, a liberator who allows the people of Faerûn to be truly liberated, and who can transform the world and themselves through labor."

Drizzt lowered his head and said nothing. He felt that he was about to be convinced, but he could not agree. He knew how heavy the responsibility would be once he agreed. He would have to bear the weight of the entire Faerûn continent on his shoulders. This is not a mortal. The weight it can bear.

Bradero could see Drizzt's inner struggle, and his pain was written on his face.

"Actually, you don't need to bear such a big burden."

He patted the dark elf ranger on the shoulder: "Someone once said that before doing big things, you must first set a small goal. The goal of liberating Faerun is too ambitious. Even defeating Ross and liberating the Underdark feels impossible. If you achieve it, then set your goal to liberate Menzoberranzan, your hometown."

Drizzt raised his head, and he looked at Bradero doubtfully.

The "cause" described by this mysterious artist before was extremely grand and grand - overthrowing the gods, their lackeys and the rulers of all countries in Faerûn, and establishing a new country where the people control their own destiny.

But now, the goal he has set for himself is to liberate Menzoberranzan, an Underdark city with a population of more than 30,000 and 20,000 dark elves.

Of course, he also knew that just by himself and the Mithril Team, compared to Menzoberranzan, they were like worms shaking a tree, and their strength was not on the same level at all.

But compared with what was said before, it is no longer a completely impossible goal.

Bradero said with a smile: "As a little-known artist, I have accumulated some wealth in the past few years. During my travels, I exchanged these damn gold coins for metal ingots, cloth, grain, wood, and magic crystals. Stones, gems, alchemy raw materials... and other resources, I also recruited a few talents and collected a lot of dwarf and dwarf technology blueprints."

As he spoke, Bradero took out several dimensional bags and showed them to Drizzt.

"I have only one request for you. Return to the Underdark and conquer Menzoberranzan. I will help you with all my strength in this process. I will leave the day you conquer Menzoberranzan."

Menzoberranzan, the place where Drizzt was born and grew up. He has left there for a long time, but every brick, stone, plant and tree of that city is deeply imprinted in his mind. It is his hometown. His homeland.

He didn't want to go back there. There were many sad and terrible memories there, but he also wanted to go back there. This conflicting mood had been filling his journey on the surface.

At this time, Drizzt had just finished the adventure of the Shattered Magic Crystal, and had not yet begun the adventure of defending Mithril Hall.

The Dark Ranger's belief in Mielikki was shaken by the artist's lies, but he did not abandon his faith. Mielikki's teaching is that all intelligent creatures can coexist harmoniously with nature without destroying each other. This teaching is inclusive. It is very strong and does not fundamentally conflict with the revolutionary principles described by Bredreau.

"I need time..." Drizzt still shook his head: "I'm sorry I can't give you any answer right away. Your words are too sensational. I need to think about it carefully."

Bradlow nodded, put away the dimensional bag, and said: "Of course, before making a major decision, careful consideration is the right thing to do."

He stood up and sent Drizzt and the Mythril Four out. Unlike Drizzt, who kept his head down and remained silent, the Mithril Four looked at Luo Feng as if they were looking at a madman, full of hostility and suspicion.