Lansendel watched Shaer, who seemed impervious to persuasion, his beady eyes suddenly widening: "I say Shaer, you should know when to quit~
Do you really think I can’t compete with you?
I’m different from you, I’m super~ rich.
Isn’t it just about hiring the Undead Tribe to protect for a... period of time? I can afford it!
I could even let them build a city outside my Dawn Tower, after all, that’s Hill’s territory!
Hill may not like causing trouble, but he’s not afraid of it either~
You should understand, he’s a kind kid who won’t fear evil... he just doesn’t want to get entangled in the internal disputes of Toril, but when I take on the main responsibility, he won’t care about the remaining issues.
Have you ever seen him truly afraid of anyone?"
Shaer lowered her head slightly: "Then... I can’t promise not to target your followers at all either.
You should know how much your subordinates love to court trouble!
They come to me themselves, and you expect me to let them go?"
For once, a bit of seriousness appeared on Lansendel’s face, covered by golden feathers: "It’s not a tragedy to die in the struggle against evil in pursuit of one’s ideals; it’s an honor.
Of course, I don’t wish for them to come to my Divine Kingdom so soon, but I’ll gladly welcome such children with open arms.
Therefore, I absolutely won’t tolerate them not being able to come to my Divine Kingdom.
I don’t believe you don’t understand this distinction.
They can die, but their souls cannot become sacrificial offerings.
Even according to your Evil Faction’s reasoning, you’re trying to take something that belongs to me, and you expect me to yield?
You’re dreaming too beautifully, aren’t you?
I have no interest in you, there’s no need to make such a big concession."
Shaer cast a cold glance at the giant Sun Peacock: "I..."
"You’d better promise not to recklessly use the Seat of Sakoxiel." A crisp, pleasant voice accompanied by a ray of moonlight fell down from the cracked ceiling.
"Celene?" Shaer irritably knocked on her throne, "What does this have to do with you? Which mage would become your follower?
Huh? Any brainwashed mage would instantly awaken upon hearing their master called Celene, right?"
"Hehe~" Celene chuckled smugly, "You have no idea how many deities rushed to my Divine Kingdom asking for my help as soon as you appeared~
With the Seat of Sakoxiel in those mages’ hands, only a few people are unlucky.
After all these years, even someone as cunning as the Witch Queen hasn’t succeeded.
You’re different~ Toril Gods are so afraid of you!
What if one day you show up with a two-headed gorilla, what then~
So, either you swear not to misuse this chair~ or, I’ll just have to team up with Lansendel~
Don’t worry about the chair’s safety.
Even if you put these two things at Hill’s place, I’ll surely help out~
We both know, it won’t drag on for long~"
"凸(艹皿艹)~" At this point, Edna uttered an angry curse.
"Edna?" Elvia looked up, puzzled, "What’s up with you?
Do you need anything from me?
I feel like your Mental Sea is about to explode!"
"Nothing." Edna clenched his palm tightly, "This world... it’s truly *#%&$# unexpected!"
Elvia tilted his head slightly, whispering softly: "I finally understand what the Undead Tribe meant by ’living and learning’.
Do you also think the way those two sisters talk is odd?
Tsk, those epic writers should really see the scene before us... Celene and Shaer are bargaining!
Sigh~ I think I’m so startled that I’ve lost the ability to express panic.
But never mind, just look at Leon, and the bunch behind... Oh~ Hydra fell down.
Tsk~ truly pathetic~"
Edna lowered his head, looking at Elvia, who claimed to feel nothing yet was pacing on the spot, letting out a long breath: "Be careful, Elvia, you’re about to squash Mittan against the wall." ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʟᴀᴛᴇsᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀᴛ 𝔫𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔩⁂𝔣𝔦𝔯𝔢⁂𝔫𝔢𝔱
Despite being squeezed against the wall by the White Dragon, the Undead Female Priest showed no displeasure: "Edna, could you possibly explain to curious Mittan sis, why the adorable White Dragon Queen is going berserk?"
"Hmm..." Edna turned his head to look, then turned back, suddenly spotting someone... then remembered the bedtime story told by the Sanda King.
"Let me think about how to explain it... look, if one day, you see the Young Master and Mr. Lu Huayu sitting intimately together, you punch me, and I slap you.
Or~ ah~ just like the already departed End of the World Romance, suddenly cozying up with Snow Cloud Peak discussing how to deal with certain troubles here, maybe even shyly acting cute."
’Mittan’ widened her eyes, stomping her feet a few times: "Oh dear, Edna, how could you come up with such a disgusting comparison, I’m almost sick."
I understand what you mean, those three inside are mortal enemies, right?
In the eyes of the Toril people, even a smile can mean war?"
"Mm..." Edna slightly curled her lips, "You’re not wrong."
Stopping her strange actions, Elvia turned her slender head and softly said, "Edna... You are really acting strange.
What happened? Did someone from inside intervene in your family’s matters back then?
If it’s not very serious, you’d better just swallow your pride!
Wasn’t it you who told me not to offend those stronger than oneself in a moment of anger?"
Edna gently closed her eyes and sighed, "Elvia ah~
No one took action directly, they just provided information and weapons to the ones who did..."
"Then there’s nothing left to say." The White Dragon Queen said very honestly, "I obviously understand who you’re talking about.
If you really want to settle things to this extent, there won’t be many in Toril who don’t have a grudge against her.
In all the conspiracies and schemings in the shadows, there’s no place where she hasn’t had a hand, selling information was always her daily routine.
If you were unlucky, you can only blame yourself for not being careful enough.
When enemies are watching you, either take them down first or keep being vigilant until you take them down."
Edna touched the forehead of the White Dragon Queen, "I understand now."
"What does this have to do with you?" The White Dragon Queen muttered, "You can only blame your father. Knowing his identity was sensitive, yet he showed no caution.
He’s a mage, doesn’t he know to put more detect magic in his residence?
Letting others find out everything about him while staying utterly clueless.
If it were that woman from Silvermoon City, she would have noticed anyone targeting her since a long time ago.
Why are you knocking my head?"
Edna gave a bitter laugh, "Perhaps, it’s because I don’t want to know... um... just how stupid it truly is? You hit my sore spot, Elvia."
The White Dragon Queen stared intently at her master for a while before turning forward, "You know you’re acting a little weird, don’t you?
So... Will I get to know why in some time?"
"Not now, Elvia." Edna said gloomily, "Ah~ It seems the beautiful life I imagined has encountered an utterly unimaginable fork in the road!
When I understand, I’ll tell you."
Elvia flapped her wings, "That’s good~ I can wait~ After all, we’ll be together for a long time~"
"Ah..." Edna said vaguely, "That’s long enough."
The two sisters in the circular hall were still discussing the divine life sentence by sentence... Lansendel couldn’t get in a word at their rapidly fast pace.
As for the Tiefling sorcerer leaning against the wall, his eyes had gone white, completely losing his ability to think.
As a sorcerer, the biggest advantage is the ability to wield immense magical power with mere thought, without any external aids.
So facing Lansendel and Shaer, Astimus felt he still had a chance... though his body was certainly doomed, he had a slight hope that this part of his soul could escape.
After all, a sorcerer’s soul naturally possesses the ability to divide... A sorcerer’s soul will sign contracts with dangerous Otherworldly beings, trading part of it for powerful strength.
And for their Tiefling race, who innately hold chaotic magical powers deep in their soul, this part of the soul can create a clone indistinguishable from oneself...
Most importantly, this clone can blend into the shadows and escape without a trace.
Yet Astimus’ most trusted escape method, unfortunately, encountered the source of shadow powers!
The sorcerer hadn’t imagined he could retain the body he spent hundreds of years to construct; he only wished to return this part of his soul to its original form.
However... Astimus was utterly despairing... Why when Celene and Shaer meet, instead of fighting, are they arguing about who is less liked by mages?
Neither of you is liked, alright?
Even the craziest mage isn’t that foolish!
The Tiefling, who abandoned hopes of escape, rolled his eyes, doing his best to compress what he’d seen and heard into the deepest part of his memory... even if his soul were annihilated, he had to transmit the tale of his doom to the distant hidden himself!
Awaiting the end, Astimus began recalling how he ended up here... Damn that Haber Family! Had their minds been soaked in Ambori’s bathwater?
Fools are easily manipulated but are even more terrifying when they cause trouble!
Clearly, Edna was protected by strong figures, why still target her?
Even if the Seat of Sakoxiel demands excessive sacrifices, can’t they kill a few more lone Ninth Ring Mages?
There are so many in Shadow Valley!
No matter how mighty Elminster is, isn’t he still hidden in the Stellar Realm and not coming down?
Even if the aftermath needs settling, can that be worse than facing these three upfront?
Astimus completely forgot his admiration for the Haber Family’s ambition at that moment... if these guys sacrificed Azuth’s descendants, then the Tieflings secretly controlling the Seat of Sakoxiel and Dead Moon Magic Orb might gain the Preaching Mage’s talent by devouring these bloodline essences!