The tall Gendilarei lowered his head and looked at Edna: "Ah! The cute little lady is feeling uncomfortable?
Do you think it’s a damage to feelings?
But blind love is really just a joke!
You know! Never put your love for others above your love for yourself. Otherwise, even the lofty deities will be played with.
If you really beco a moth to the fla, you must ensure you have a fireproof barrier around you.
Otherwise, if you’re burned to ashes, no one will feel sorry for you. At most, they’ll think your blindness is pitiful."
’Old Age Striking King’ nodded in agreent: "Love is a pursuit after survival is satisfied.
It must never beco a reliance for survival.
That’s what finding a job is for. If the boss doesn’t like you, they can kick you out at any ti.
If they have a conscience, they’ll give you so compensation. If they don’t, you could even be taken advantage of."
’Snow Cloud Peak’ tugged at her: "That’s not the sa as back where we are."
"Bah, it’s all the sa. Look at Laila, look at those won below, look at that Pink Little House, bah~" ’Old Age Striking King’ said disdainfully, "It looks different, but it’s actually all the sa."
A few Toril people couldn’t help looking at them... The Undead Tribe can speak so lightly because they are innately professionals.
But on Toril, the word ’aptitude’ is enough to make life vastly different.
"I just don’t quite understand." Edna lowered her eyebrows and asked softly, "Why does everyone think Midnight would be so easily deceived?
Although she’s extre, she’s an arcanist by birth! Not a fool."
"But this ti, her resurrection was too late." Gendilarei thought for a mont before saying with a serious face, "If she had resurrected sowhere in Toril at that ti, even if there were people with ill intentions, it wouldn’t be so many.
But if a deity doesn’t imdiately enter a slumber but resurrects... the longer the ti gap, the more soul shards are lost.
No matter how smart the soul Mystra integrated is, so what? Opposing the calculations of so many deities with a human body... Back then, even Black Eye didn’t have as many enemies as she did, and he was hiding everywhere being sched against.
That’s because Black Eye himself was full of wit and dragged Elminster and Azuth into his faction, persisting to the end!"
Edna looked at him in surprise: "So, the reason you are so amused is that you think... Kranvo... might not even recognize his lover, right?"
"He definitely won’t recognize her." Gendilarei said straightforwardly, "At most, he can tell who the fake is, but where the real one is, he’ll definitely be confused.
No one even knows how many shards of Midnight are left! With such a weak link of loyalty oath, how could it possibly be sensed?"
Edna laughed: "No wonder you’re only surprised at their loyalty oath and not how Kranvo can’t find her."
Gendilarei spread his hands: "So what’s truly surprising is why Midnight’s revival this ti is so slow... Is she planning to completely turn herself into soone else?
You know, if she slowly gathers souls from the Weave like this... it’s not just her.
The previous Mystra had many fragnted, suppressed echoes and remnants left behind. Can she tell which shard is truly herself?
If Black Eye’s soul shards exceed hers, then who’s really resurrected... who knows?"
Edna stared at him, her gaze slowly shifting from sharp to lost, finally turning a deep black: "So that’s how it is... My legacy doesn’t contain things like this."
"The previous Mystra’s ignorance is too normal, Black Eye isn’t a natural god! I only know because my main god created the Dawn Calamity back then, thinking even if he wasn’t thrown into the Stellar Realm, he would still travel around Toril.
So he especially instructed to make sure to find him as soon as possible."
Edna laughed: "Lansendel really trusts you!"
Gendilarei proudly puffed out his chest: "Of course."
"Ah... my chosen one... The biggest problem is honesty, why do you say everything?" Lansendel groaned, using his wings to cover his bird head, "Forget it, it’s not a secret anyway.
How many people have as many chosen ones as Midnight, yet not a single one they can trust!
Oh... maybe she would trust Kelben, but she can’t descend onto a male chosen.
Edna must be scared to death now... She probably won’t scold your old man anymore, at least AO isn’t that cruel."
Hill silently turned his head to look at him, suddenly a bit curious... why was AO so cruel ten years later?
What did Midnight do back then to make AO willing to let her lose most of her soul?
Once wasn’t enough, he straightforwardly got rid of her again.
So... the one who stood in the middle of the Weave for the third ti, was it Black Eye or Midnight?
Kranvo finally chose self-isolation, no longer interacting with the other deities of Toril. Was it not only because Midnight had children on the Pri Material Plane, completely abandoning their relationship, but also because she was no longer herself?
Hill glanced at the Crystal Flower in the pool, its translucent petals sparkling under the moonlight, pure and natural.
He let out a long breath, dispelling the chill that had risen in him... so things are chilling even to think about.
Fortunately, he was not a Toril person.
For Edna, she couldn’t help but be thankful that this long night had finally passed... otherwise, her silence amid the laughter could have drawn attention to her unusualness.
With the arrival of dawn, the thunder that had rumbled through Deepwater City all night finally ceased.
But the sunrise did not bring warmth.
The gloomy clouds overhead, the drizzling rain, and the swirling North Wind all made the residents of Deepwater City feel what it ant by spring coldness.
The wind was biting, and as Edna walked out of the inn, she couldn’t help but shiver.
Taking out a rainproof and windproof warm cloak from the ring, she turned to look at her team mbers... the adventure gear bought in Hidden Town was indeed necessary.
Although there was a difference in the level of refinent and the quality of enchantnts, the basic defenses were all present.
As for the Undead Tribe, a tribe that could wear slip dresses or even go shirtless to play snowball fights in the coldest tis of the North, she didn’t have to consider such matters for them.
"Let’s go check out Sword Street first!" the ’Old Age Striking King’ said with a grin, "Deepwater City has had several comrcial streets destroyed recently, but the shop owners on this street are quite wealthy, and they have pretty much rebuilt everything.
Later, we can look around and ask questions instead of just staring at ruins.
Moreover, that Undead Dragon has been causing trouble, and who knows what it’s searching for in Deepwater City.
It’s said to go berserk at the sight of Zholar, overturning the Underworld of Deepwater City, and now even seeing elves will cause unrest.
I really don’t want to see it directly."
In the Floating Castle, Hill couldn’t help but softly ask, "Does that Black Dragon still not know that the cup it lost is Amanata’s Holy Grail?"
"Even if soone realized it, who would dare to tell it?" Lansendel said lazily.
Shaer let out a cold laugh, "Even if it figured it out on its own, it would take a year and a half to be sure. Anyone who tells it the truth would beco a sworn enemy."
Hill nodded in realization... therefore, anyone who insists on revealing this matter would definitely be regarded as an enemy by both sides.
"Would Cyric tell?" he couldn’t help but ask. Given Dark Sun’s temperant, his attempt on Amanata wasn’t exactly successful; the Sun God just got hurt and returned to his Divine Kingdom.
He certainly wouldn’t be content with that.
"Actually, it’s more likely to be Mask," Celene said with a smirk, "With Mystra’s Path of Destiny opening, Cyric will definitely first pay attention to Toril.
But with Mask, you can’t be certain. It’s perfectly normal for him to do anything... after all, screwing others over just for a mont of his own happiness is sothing only he would do.
Besides, he really despises the sun, which makes the shadows disappear."
Hill grimaced, then saw the Sun Peacock quietly rubbing its pointed beak... probably not wanting to be kicked out of Toril for talking too much, so Lansendel chose to grumble to himself.
Celene really disliked Mask, throwing every bla onto him.
The God of Thievery indeed doesn’t do things properly, but by nature, he is actually shrewd and cold, never losing emotional control... it’s just that he plays so many sches that he often gets himself tangled in them.
Shaer couldn’t be bothered with her sister’s small biases, even though she had temporarily given up reclaiming the shadow divinity from Mask, it didn’t an she would give up her distaste for the God of Thievery, who shares the Shadow Realm with her.
She crossed her long, slender legs on the recliner, lazily spinning the Darkmoon Magic Bead with one hand, and said slowly, "That one called Jai is quite alright, but the other few around him, the stench of spider is quite evident.
Are they planning to go to the instrunt shop today?"
"What do you an?" Hill puzzledly glanced at the Lady of the Night, "Is that Miss Manske planning to take Jai and them on a date?"
"What kind of combination is this?" Edna, who had just visited a few jewelry and strange object shops, was also staring in surprise at the peculiar group in front of her, "Does she feel it was a pity not to see last night’s duel, so she’s changing it to this morning?"
"In Toril Nobles tradition, this too is considered fair, letting all suitors appear at the sa ti to choose the most outstanding one," Shaer chuckled, "But for such matters, the one who can do so must either be a Princess with the right to the throne or a Queen... or a lady of Elaströ’s status.
But if she truly believes herself to be the future Mystra, then this isn’t impossible... heh~"
The atmosphere in the Floating Castle was very eerie... do you realize you’re chuckling?
Do you find it just too amusing yourself?
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