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明るい海岸で失われた貨物を完了する方法

著者 : Christian アップデート : Feb 25,2025

明るい海岸 で、盗まれた武器を回収するのを支援します。このガイドでは、「失われた貨物」クエストを完了する方法について詳しく説明しています。

クエストの開始:

Screenshot showing Cohen in Brannof Hall Dining Room

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Brannof Hallダイニングルーム(町の広場近くのBrannof Boulevardから)を見つけます。コーエンと話してください。彼は行方不明の武器を明らかにします。 決定的に、再び彼に話しかけます 2つの重要なリードを受け取るために。

クエストの完了:

先に進む前に、タウンガードギアを削除疑いを避けます。クエストには2つの個別の調査が含まれます。

1。キャプテンシャーカーのリード:

Screenshot showing Captain Shirker's ship, The Vincible

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彼の船でシャーカー船長を見つけます ヴィンセーブル (町の南東地域)。 The Dearectable Dab (タウンスクエアの近く)で食事をした後、彼は青いチョッキをした男に言及します。

Screenshot showing the Man in a Blue Waistcoat in Town Square

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タウンスクエアの青いチョッキで男を見つけます。彼はあなたに「幻想」に導き、あなたが「サム」(モノブロウを持っている)になりすましてもらうことを要求します。

Screenshot showing the Hairdresser in Brighter Shores

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Old Street Westの美容師をご覧ください(モノブロウのために8銀8、280銅)。

2。フック付きハンドリード:

Screenshot showing The Hooked Hand restaurant

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  • fooked Hand (Eel Streetの近く)にお問い合わせください。あなたは 頻繁に新鮮な魚の屋台 *に向けられます。

Screenshot showing Frequently Fresh Fish Stall

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屋台の魚屋(Eel Street Bridgeを過ぎた)には、Fetid Flounderが必要です(レベル25釣りが必要です)。クイル、インク、紙(Brannof Lordの机の上にある)を使用して、メモを書き、魚の中に隠します。

Screenshot showing how to hide the note in the Fetid Flounder

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魚屋に魚を渡し、隠し、「ひどい見知らぬ人」を観察します。

最終対立:

Screenshot showing the chase after the Furtive Stranger

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見知らぬ人を追いかけてモナブロウに。モノブロウが表示されていることを確認します(ガードギアを取り外してください)。自分自身を「サム」、泥棒(レベル30)を倒し、プリュンバタエを回収し、クエストを完了するためにブラノフホールに戻します。

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