Capítulo 1150: Chapter 942: Did You Really Fall for That William?
Shaer lightly brushed her flowing black hair with her free hand and spoke coldly, “I won’t make any promises about the Dead Moon Magic Orb.
But unless someone offends me first, I won’t use the Dual Incineration Ritual.
However, those who enter the Temple of the Night God willingly are not exempt from this.”
Celene exclaimed in surprise, “Shaer~ Oh my god~ You actually agreed?
Could it be you’ve really taken a fancy to that William?”
“Shut up!” Shaer said furiously, “Are you the only one with a mouth here?”
The Undead Tribe erupted in an uproar, “Oh my god! It’s sister-in-law!”
“William actually has this kind of luck? Why?”
“Sister-in-law, sister-in-law, look over here! Whether there’s something or not, give us a task! The rewards are great…”
Then the Undead Tribe fell silent together.
It seems William has already recovered from his shock.
But the onlooking Edna suddenly bucked up… Eh eh eh~ Wasn’t she the one socially dead on the spot!
Thanks to Celene, Edna felt she could at least thank her for a year!
If Shaer could reveal some dirt about Celene, that would be even better!
The little girl’s big black eyes widened round, eagerly looking at the round hall… The future is not really certain, Edna isn’t very sure. But whether there can be a respite in the future depends on how much these twins can spill.
Looking at Shaer, who seemed to have a bit of trouble breathing, Edna smiled as she glanced at that Sun Peacock with a gaping mouth and eyes rolling to the whites… It seems Lansendel doesn’t know who she is, so nevermind about him.
This affair with Shaer is enough for that gossiping Great Peacock to chew over for a few hundred years… This is the Lady of the Night who hasn’t had any scandals for hundreds of thousands of years!
The affair between Celene and Shaer, unless with substantial material, most Toril Deities would not allow their devotees to talk nonsense… Especially on the matter of having children.
After all, we’re all of the same origin.
Although Mask came out a bit later, we can’t just randomly assign him a dad… This dad might end up being spoken of as belonging to a deity.
So those stories in legends, at most, hint at the Lady of the Night showing some favor, or the Maiden of the Moon expressing goodwill to someone, but few people dare to elaborate excessively.
Even the Demon Followers, who love spreading rumors the most, wouldn’t dare to babble… Who knows which Toril Deity might overhear it? Whether righteous or wicked, it’s a small matter to strike them dead on the spot, and their souls might even be torn to shreds and thrown into the filthiest cesspool.
Even an Evil God doesn’t want an extra dad.
Edna watched keenly: Shaer didn’t deny it, she just told Celene to shut up!
She started searching her memory for what kind of image William has, as mentioned by the Undead Tribe, and slowly Edna’s face changed shape… Forget it, if according to the Undead Tribe’s words, Shaer has taken a fancy, it may be to a little fairy incarnate Lansendel.
The Shaer in the round hall was already beyond angry… She knew early on that Celene wouldn’t keep her secret, this incident would be spread sooner or later, but definitely not now!
Since Elsdarhur got kicked out, those guys from the Bottomless Abyss and Heavenly Mountain must be watching here!
Damn Celene! She should never have thought this bastard was someone she could communicate with!
What did the Undead Tribe curse her with again? Someone with a belly unable to hold two ounces of aromatic oil!
Forget it, what’s the point in cursing her? ɴᴇᴡ ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀʀᴇ ᴘᴜʙʟɪsʜᴇᴅ ᴏɴ 𝗻𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹~𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓮~𝚗𝚎𝚝
This thing is inherently good for nothing but causing trouble.
Ha! That old bastard AO! If Mystra’s matters could make Celene shut up, Shaer’s affairs could be spoken casually?
Shaer coldly looked at the Maiden of the Moon, who was covering her mouth with an awkward smile, “You feel sorry for me? Then send those auto-playing instruments that recorded Miliel’s songs sung for you to Hill!
It makes watching the show nicer with some accompaniment, doesn’t it?”
Celene covered her mouth and silently nodded… She always gets cocky and loses her composure, it’s already good enough that Shaer just made her lose face… Hmm, it seems controlling the Seat of Sakoxiel and the Dead Moon Magic Orb isn’t that easy, otherwise, Shaer would definitely send her back to the Divine Kingdom first.
She definitely wouldn’t dare to fight back!
Even if all of Toril finds out she’s tone-deaf, it doesn’t really matter… After all, many music-loving deities have long been aware of it.
It’s just that her Silvermoon Devotees might be a bit shocked, next time they sing Holy Songs for Celene, it might feel a bit awkward.
But it’s nothing, the less skilled love music more, and her followers will understand it sooner or later.
Lansendel looked around and then slowly withdrew… All the way to the ruins where a row of people were lying.
His furry face suddenly appeared next to Elvia, causing the White Dragon Queen to jump back a step in fright.
“Lord of Dawn? Is there something you need?” Edna patted Elvia reassuringly.
“Nothing, I just came to see why they stopped talking!” The Great Peacock lowered his voice as much as possible.
“William has the right to forbid them from saying something overboard.” Edna tilted her head, thought for a moment, and chose the simplest answer.
“Sigh~” Lansendel collapsed on the ground in despair. “They speak so well~ Why not let them speak?”
The Undead Tribe standing behind him nodded frantically.
As Lansendel lay on the ground, his tail feathers gently swayed, then suddenly twitched: “Eh? Why is there a forbidden line here? When did Shaer set it up?”
Edna couldn’t help but roll her eyes.
That’s why the Undead Tribe is so obedient!
If not, they would’ve rushed over and smacked Shaer fiercely!
Like now, if it weren’t for this forbidden line, Lansendel’s feathers would’ve been touched bald by them!
If Elvia wasn’t afraid of squeezing, she would’ve been pushed to the back by the Undead Tribe taking photos of the Sun Peacock from up and down.
Edna looked at ‘Mittan’ squatting between Elvia’s claws taking photos, and displayed a helpless smile at the corners of her mouth: “Lord of Dawn, do you know what’s being awaited by the Lady of the Night and Maiden of the Moon?”
“Isn’t Shaer trying to control those two divine artifacts?” Lansendel said indifferently, “Though the Lady of Pain and Lalock are in the Outer Realm, unable to rush over to fight her.
But it’s unlikely they’ll just give up like that.
Since Shaer made a promise, we naturally have the responsibility to block those two’s final struggle for her.”
“But doesn’t this mean you also offend those two powerful beings? Ignoring Lalock, the Lady of Pain…” Edna asked thoughtfully.
“The young lady is quite studious!
No worries~ I shall refrain from mentioning, even Celene, when has she ever feared trouble?” Lansendel lazily switched to another pose, spreading his highly decorative tail feathers to the maximum, catching even more enthusiastic gazes from the Undead Tribe.
The Sun Peacock suddenly let out a cold chuckle… which stood in sharp contrast with his usual enthusiastic voice.
“Just Mark City.” Lansendel said calmly while spreading one wing in a beautiful posture, “The Lady of Pain is indeed strong, but that’s only in Mark City.
She has tied her power too deeply with Mark City, and as long as that city grows chaotically as it does, it will eventually transform her into something similar to the powerful yet selfless will of the Bottomless Abyss.
That’s why she has always been enticing deities from other universes to enter, hoping to find a solution before being assimilated by Mark City.
Unfortunately, don’t just look at the ill fate of the God of Portals, who even gave his divinity to Mark City…”
Lansendel took a strange glance at the surprised Edna: “Don’t you have Azuth’s inheritance? How could you not know this?
At first, Mark City’s portals were numerous, brought together by various races, but unlike now, where opening a drawer could become a gate.
Tch tch~ She now doesn’t allow any deity to enter Mark City, not because she doesn’t need them, but because she hasn’t finished digesting the powerful divine power.
All these years, the God of Portals still persistently floats in the Stellar Realm with the hope of resurrection.
Otherwise, why did she try to target the Elf Princess of Eternity Island?
Those demigod elves inherit the Light of Natural Magic from Coron’s bloodline, which has always been useful in sealing Dimensional Space.
But do you understand what this means?”
Edna nodded with a pale face: “Eternally trapped on the Dimensional Gate.
Actually, it’s like the Wall of the Faithless; in Toril, it’s the harshest punishment.”
“Despising deities in Mark City is her freedom.
But overreaching so much…” Lansendel chuckled, “Naturally, someone will show her what pain is.”
Edna desperately tried to recall her memory… But Black Eye’s teachings hadn’t expanded into the Outer Realm, so she could only search for clues from those fragments.
However, she awkwardly balled her fist and knocked on her small forehead: Isn’t there always a flood of chaotic memories? Why is there nothing from Mark City?
Edna only hoped it wasn’t that she knew nothing… but rather due to accidental demise, part of her memory flew away with scattered soul shards across various places.
“Azuth was a later deified human, possibly uninterested in these previous matters.” Lansendel couldn’t help but laugh at Edna’s little gesture, “No inheritance? No matter! These things are unnecessary until reaching Transcendent level.
Sometimes, knowing too much isn’t advantageous.
Just like the Haber Family.”
A glint of icy light seemed to flash across Lansendel’s golden eyes: “How long has this family existed in Long Saddle Town!
Over here in Sword Bay, there’s always a lot going on, as long as they’re not too greedy, they can surely reap plenty of benefits.
AO is quite fair after all.
In the Ferun Great Land, places where accidents frequently happen due to the Path of Destiny of the Gods, resources have always been abundant, and if someone happens to take advantage, he doesn’t mind too much… provided they risk their lives.”
But see, this time the Haber Family just wanted to find some scraps of opportunity, and didn’t they meet with misfortune?”
Tch, traitors deserve this kind of fate!”
Edna, referred to as scraps, revealed a polite smile: Actually, you will learn in the future, I might be the main course.
The Haber Family’s misfortune this time might not be due to knowing too much, but rather too little.