The ’Perfect Bald’ who was frantically directing the ship to fire around the island from the mast paused for a mont, then leaped down. He hopped thrice back to the cabin door: "What does he want to do again? Who’s he scheming against? Does it have anything to do with us?"
"Nothing to do with us, he’s probably really wanting to wage a national war against Anmur." The ’Old Age Striking King’ mused, "Old Dog’s past experiences make him despise countries like Anmur that don’t treat won as human beings.
Besides, last ti he had a great chat with that Shaer Elector from Anmur, there might be sothing fishy going on.
And didn’t he get along well with Hydra too?
I think Shaer would definitely like him. Look at Nasir, they have so much in common!"
’Perfect Bald’ leaned against the doorfra and looked up at the sky: "That’s true...they both smile on the surface but stab you in the back...tricky people.
As for dealing with Anmur, I have no objections, wasn’t Edna planning to go to Kalinsan? Anyway, we’re passing by, maybe we can join in for a few rounds.
Liu Liu also really dislikes Anmur.
Ever since finding out about how that fat pig Andreju died, she’s been mumbling, hoping that country completely collapses."
"Then...should we try to stall for a few more days?" ’Old Age Striking King’ glanced back at Edna, "Edna, is that alright?"
"Of course, it’s fine! Whatever~ Whatever." Edna squinted her eyes with a smile, "Besides, I also want to see, who will win between those female mages and Manks!
I don’t care about Anmur, after all, we’re out traveling with no main objectives anyway, watching such a grand scene of a national war isn’t bad!!
Right?"
She turned to look at her remaining four teammates... then paused, seriously, is there so taboo with having a six-mber team?
It seems like one always ends up dead.
But a four-mber team doesn’t seem great either, they always end up with internal conflicts.
Leonard, as well as Devis and Luca, had no objections, and as for Nasir who was outright comnted on... his old boss was the Temple of the Dark Night Embrace in Anmur.
He doesn’t even have the option to state his stance.
Edna didn’t even look at him, just cheerfully asked: "I rember the Black and White Path family!
A couple of years ago, weren’t they quite prosperous, occupying large territories in the Underdark?
How did they suddenly collapse to the point where the Clan Leader went to work for Mr. Snow Cloud Peak?"
"Hmm... how should I put it?" The ’Old Age Striking King’ hesitated a bit, "In my view, no matter what conflicts there are with the Clan Leader, it shouldn’t lead to blaming the family.
But there are still many girls who feel that Paintbrush’s action, albeit a bit impulsive, is understandable.
Paintbrush’s views are on the traditional side, she wholeheartedly hoped that Ink Brush would turn to her after having enough fun, and then return to a normal family life with her... But, the carefree life of a playboy is so enjoyable, even Ink Brush’s own parents didn’t stop him!
Even if she is in pain, why should Ink Brush have to act according to her wishes?
No one can decide another person’s life, even in the na of love.
Sigh!
The girl just couldn’t figure it out.
Paintbrush probably waited until she was in despair, and actually detonated the Underground City she was managing, not even sparing the Temple of Ti and Space, completely clearing Black and White Path’s rits in one shot.
Our ability to take over cities and undertake national war tasks relies on these rit points accumulated over the years, usually, we’re so careful, afraid of losing even a little, we even detect alignnt before killing wild beasts we encounter on the road!
With Black and White Path’s situation now, it’s like resetting everything... but not everyone is willing to go through hardships with the family again and accumulate strength from scratch.
Especially since Black and White Path was once so glorious.
Most people can endure climbing slowly from the bottom, but to descend from the top and climb again amidst jeers, only a handful can do it.
Snow Old Dog’s family could do it because they shared hardships for many years in the past, and... being forced to sell the family and power for self-preservation due to oppression feels entirely different from killing each other over such an ethereal reason like emotions."
Edna listened quietly and then asked with a puzzled look: "But I don’t think Ink Brush did anything wrong, right? Isn’t it normal for him not to accept that girl’s affection?"
"Not accepting isn’t wrong." ’Perfect Bald’ smirked, leaning against the door, "But he shouldn’t have handed such great power to Paintbrush.
Hehe~
Being adored by won for too long, he got overconfident."
’Cunlü’ ca around from the side, lazily stretching, "Oh, finally I can co up, my mom’s really annoying. Why not let Feng do the work, and instead she keeps bossing around?
What are you guys talking about?"
"The matter of the Black and White Path," the ’Old Age Striking King’ sneered twice, "Heh~ maybe it’s because she is your real mom, not Hard Wind’s?"
"Tsk~ forget it, it’s better than his mom, being overly courteous is sothing I cannot endure.
What’s there to say about the Black and White Path?" ’Cunlü’ wrapped his arm around Edna’s shoulder and laughed triumphantly, "Love is inherently a form of possessiveness; no one wants to give up easily.
It’s just that so can restrain themselves while others are forced to restrain themselves.
Look, placing an admirer who loves you yet cannot get love in return by your side, isn’t Mystra a perfect example?
She had a powerful divine power! Yet people still sched against her... Ink Brush, who ridiculously believed that Paintbrush would follow him without complaint forever, died such a miserable death, isn’t that just inevitable?
Tsk tsk~
Back then with Fenmo by his side opposing Paintbrush, he could live so comfortably. Once Fenmo went to seek her true soulmate, wasn’t Paintbrush’s target then on him?
When one side of the triangle collapses and turns into a tug of war, isn’t it all about who has higher skill and who is more ruthless!"
Edna’s head buzzed, she felt stabbed in the back... brutally, by the betrayal from acquaintances!
She seed to hear the wild laughter of Elvia from her ntal Sea... despite the fact that the white dragon on the surface just turned over and covered her head with her wings to sleep.
But Edna herself could hear it, the cold laughter emanating from the depths of her soul from her white dragon companion!
She gently patted ’Cunlü’s claws wrapped around her chest and softly said, "People, they always tend to overlook those around them.
Can’t bla him.
I recall they’ve been together for a long ti, haven’t they?
Even if there is no love, at least they have been long-ti companions!
It’s understandable to overlook occasionally, but indeed, he overestimated himself.
Regarding Mystra... I guess she didn’t expect the complex relationships of her predecessor to implicate her?"
Having one Azuth who wanted to be a father is troubleso enough, who would imagine there’s another player like Safras who outright wanted to be her man?
Thinking about Kranvo’s face, and then recalling the glaring presence in Midnight’s mory... Edna could sowhat understand... If it weren’t for using various thods to drive Midnight to the brink of collapse: looking around, having no kin nor friends, heavens and the earth filled with enemies... who would abandon a sincere and handso lover to choose sothing like that!
Nasir curiously glanced at Edna... honestly, although this little girl had heaps of suspicious points, he only felt that because he was close by.
If observed from afar, one would definitely not feel anything unusual about her.
Midnight’s character, anyone who’s observed for a century or so could understand... how did the Undead Tribe put it — the rivers and mountains may change but one’s nature is hard to alter, right?
That Goddess is definitely not the type to let things slide easily and self-reflect.
Yet Edna, even when hearing those sarcastic remarks, could laugh with genuine innocence and still analyze to those beside her why Midnight was so foolish... so the slight discord Edna sotis displayed left Nasir suspecting she had received the Black Eye’s teachings rather than a fragnt of Midnight’s soul.
After all, not only did this brunette resemble her predecessor, she clearly received Black Eye’s teachings — magic spells don’t lie, especially Black Eye’s unique spells.
"Tsk tsk~" Celene marveled twice and suddenly burst into genuine laughter, "Despite all the suffering, and all the grievances, but this Mystra now, is indeed much stronger!
If she had such resourcefulness earlier, she wouldn’t have been deceived into such a sorry state.
After all, whether human or deity, only the clever and worldly ones live long, huh!"
Hill couldn’t help but glance at the Maiden of the Moon: it would’ve made more sense coming from Shaer, but Celene? How could she say such words!
Celene survived this long purely because of her thick skin... Naturally, it might be because she knew no matter what she did, she wouldn’t die, which is why she’s so wilful.
"Soone’s boarding the ship at the Moonshadow Archipelago," Lansendel pointed a wing towards the giant screen near ’Snow Cloud Peak’ and asked with slight surprise, "Is that... a halfling? How did they get involved in this sort of thing?"
"The leading female halfling is wearing an emblem of a Horn of Plenty. Is she a priestess of Yudala?" Celene turned her head shocked, "They must be coming for the Undead Tribe, right? Halflings aren’t usually interested in Path of Destiny.
Even if word of the treasure spread, they likely wouldn’t be interested... unless there is a Halfling Sacred Artifact in there... but that can’t be, can it?"
"Heading directly for the ’Snow Cloud Peak’? Well well~ at least they aren’t coming for the Path of Destiny." Lansendel flapped his wings, "There have been enough surprises on this Path of Destiny.
If even the halfling’s mother suddenly changes image, I’d start thinking I’ve been bewitched by a devil!"
"Then you can rest assured," Shaer said absentmindedly while staring at the giant screen, "Devils never have an interest in self-destruction."
’Snow Cloud Peak’ looked curiously at the Priestess and the halflings dressed as warriors before him... To so extent, halflings resembled their Loli and Shota, without looking that tiny... at least not in appearance.
He smiled as he spoke, "Good day, children of Yudala, I am currently the custodian of this ship, ’Snow Cloud Peak’."
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