Edna smiled brightly at the ’Old Age Striking King’: "Tsk tsk, I used to think it was a three-vote tie, and that Nasir would be a big problem.
Turns out, he acted completely according to what Leon and I had in mind.
I bet the Toril people could never have imagined today... that Shaer’s followers would unconditionally listen to a Magic Net follower."
The female priest shrugged: "We from the Undead Tribe understand, the Shadow Messengers never caused us any trouble.
By the way, why do you like to turn the Weave into a catchphrase now?
Didn’t you always chant about Azuth before?"
Then, without waiting for Edna’s answer, she simply answered herself: "Ah~ right, you Toril folks’ chants really can reach the ears of the intended person, huh!
Well, that’s true, forget Shaer and Celene, even in front of Rose, Azuth is of no use.
Chanting about him instead just makes things more troublesome for him.
Surely, he’s not as good at dealing with stuff as the Weave is.
Alright~ one’s own family should always be left to the end, so you better keep chanting about the Weave!
William hasn’t even taken back all the divine artifacts we have in our hands yet, I bet those troublesome levels in the future will only be bigger than the Haber Family’s.
Just hope it doesn’t reach the level of this Agleya incident, that would really be a bit hard to handle.
Tsk tsk, let’s not even talk about whether it’s dirty or not, just the intensity of that level is terrifying enough. This update ıs available on NoveI[F]ire.net
We don’t care, but what about you? Better steer clear of trouble~
Here in Toril, actually, you can see some troubles coming, especially with divine artifacts and such, if you see them, don’t reach out."
Edna smiled unusually gently... her Undead Tribe friends always love to watch a spectacle, the stronger the enemy, the better; they don’t care if they can’t win, as long as it’s fun.
This was the first time she heard the ’Old Age Striking King’ say something so timid!
"It’s okay," Edna said softly, "I’m not afraid of anyone I encounter, at worst I’ll just call for help!
I can use the Weave to send a distress call to the entire network, and it’s quite easy~ just a shout will do.
Um... speaking of which, isn’t Celene and Shaer always around?
The fun was never meant to be enjoyed for nothing, right?"
Hill leaned against the railing, watching Edna who was ready to use her true identity at any moment... if Celene and Shaer still want to watch the fun, then it’s best if Edna’s identity is revealed as late as possible, maybe they’d be willing to come at a call... he couldn’t help but laugh: such Mystra, after returning to the Weave, should be able to protect her own territory well?
Although her personality is still a bit stubborn, Edna no longer chooses to bear all the troubles alone... she has learned how to drag others into the water and use their strength to protect herself.
This should be the teaching of that Black Eye whose friends span the world.
While Midnight before, would be the kind of stubborn woman who would be furious even if Kranvo offered help.
Independence is indeed a good thing, but you can’t live as an independent being without any support!
Hill couldn’t help but glance back at Celene in the moonlight, and Shaer sitting thoughtfully on the black veil... AO indeed loves to cause trouble, but basically, they both get bypassed.
Although his little jacket leaks air and prefers to float cotton outward, AO still cherishes it.
So, if Mystra no longer has problems... Hill thought for a moment and then laughed, then AO would have to blast the Tablets of Fate to have fun in the future.
That would be a truly great thing, Hill felt he would heartily celebrate even if he were thousands of miles away.
Coming to Toril, Hill was really annoyed, feeling like there are pitfalls everywhere... although he’s highly vigilant and avoided them all, the feeling of being calculated against and unable to strike back easily is just too unpleasant!
The Tablets of Fate aren’t like Mystra’s Weave, each time it shatters and reforms, it consumes AO’s own power.
Hill thought a little numbly, still not strong enough, if the World Tree were here, it would have long grabbed that old man’s head and played a symphony of nature with its roots!
When he leaves Toril, he must find a suitable half-plane, build a safe enough home for himself, then properly organize these years of insights, immerse himself for a while, and become a bit stronger before going out again.
Although not every world he’s set foot in is as powerful as Toril, Hill believes every world will try to retain those powerful in various ways.
Hill finally understood what it meant to be on tenterhooks in Toril... If not for his powerful intuition and his habit of never being greedy, he would have probably long been compelled to stay in Toril, diligently offering his wisdom and abilities.
Every world has different requirements for taking away things from their world... Of course, if a world isn’t strong enough, it can only endure watching those strong individuals break through the void and leave... In fact, Toril’s requirements for outsiders are very low.
It’s just that no one in the world of Toril has the ability to owe anything, no matter how strong they are; they can’t act recklessly in Toril.
Otherwise, the Lady of Pain wouldn’t need to pay a hefty price to hire the Haber Family to capture the Elf Princess.
Hill thought she couldn’t possibly be unaware that those tieflings from Mark City were joining forces with the sorcerers of Toril to stir things up, but this matter allowed her to observe the situation in Toril, so she remained silent; after all, this had little to do with her... she merely bought ’things’ with money.
But the total loss of the Seat of Sakuxier was a trouble for her... Don’t be fooled by how easily Shaer stole those two divine artifacts, but that was with the cooperation of Lansendel and Celene!
If it weren’t for the unexpected collaboration of these three deities, the Lady of Pain would at most have had to expend some effort to retrieve the two divine artifacts.
Hmm... Considering that these two divine artifacts have become part of Toril, AO probably welcomes the presence of the Undead Tribe pretty well, but who knows how he feels about William.
Hill cautiously glanced at Shaer... the Lady of the Night seemed to find Celene’s crescent lounger more comfortable than her veil, and was using Shadow Force to weave a more beautiful chaise.
That style was clearly a William creation... The craft blueprints from the Undead Tribe must have been taken out by this guy to please the beauty.
Hill could only continue to observe the young girl who had already made a decision.
Edna stood at the inn’s entrance with a smile, announcing to the mages of Quel Senta their departure early the next morning, without acknowledging the troubled expressions of those two people or showing any goodwill towards the mages from Silvermoon City.
If the people from Silvermoon City had arrived before she left Hidden Town, even if she still harbored many grievances, seeing as Sharl and Laila had shown kindness, perhaps Edna might have been able to suppress the anger of family separation and accept them into her team.
After all, during the most difficult time of her childhood, Sharl still protected her... so Edna didn’t mind the fortune worth hundreds of thousands of gold coins being taken by Sharl.
Anyway, Leopold had also left Edna with enough security, the obvious asset was always meant to be devoured, and Sharl’s ability to keep it in her grasp was also a skill.
And Laila, although a bit aloof, also protected her life in the Black Staff Tower... even if that lady mainly wanted to protect her own niece, Edna acknowledged that she also benefited from it.
Laila even remembered to take them along when she fell out with her husband.
However... Edna thought calmly, all gratitude was reduced to ashes in the battle with the Haber Family.
No matter how hard she denied it, she still knew who she truly was.
And she effortlessly possessed the past, clear and vivid memories of the young girl; of course, Edna, who had received the full education of Black Eye, understood what that meant.
The young ’Edna’, who was already an official mage, fell directly in the turbulence of that spell storm... So, the soul strength of a mage is actually inferior to that of a mortal?
The young girl had lived next to Elaströ’s Silver Palace since childhood, Sharl was too lazy to manage the household, so she always took her to eat and drink at the Silver Palace, at most returning home for sleep.
However, Sharl felt nothing; she hadn’t heard of any major casualties at the Silver Palace during that world’s reorganization.
In the Silver Palace, there were hundreds or thousands of 2nd-ring mages!
So, in ’Edna’s’ death, Elaströ’s subordinate could absolutely not be uninvolved... she certainly knew that the one who acted either took the money from Haber or was simply one of Kelben’s agents... but having retrieved part of her memory, Edna was well aware that Elaströ had abandoned that young girl from the very beginning.
Who could stealthily make a move under Elaströ’s watch?
If Kelben had that ability, he wouldn’t have left because he was rejected by the high echelons of the Harpists!
Although due to the young girl’s misfortune, Edna gained an unimaginably wonderful life... the life in Hidden Town, both Edna and Midnight’s soul shard, genuinely loved from the bottom of their hearts.
It was a kind of unimaginable joy and warmth.
But the more it was , the less Edna could forgive those murderers... she also had no right to forgive on behalf of that unfortunate child.
Edna turned and left, joining up with Leonard and several undead friends, and began leisurely wandering and shopping on the commercial street.
Other shops were all right, but the famous Strange Objects Shop of the Lord of Agleya... Edna, holding her little purse, carefully counted her gold coins... she wanted to spend her last copper coins!
Hmm? Edna slowly stopped flipping through her purse: where did these two chess pieces come from?
She carefully took out an isolation glove, pinched the chess pieces out of her purse, and examined them closely in the sunlight.
Feeling no unusualness, Edna turned and asked the ’Old Age Striking King’: "Could you take out the Jade Holy Scripture for a look?"
The ’Old Age Striking King’ neatly took out the scripture, and Edna slowly placed the chess piece on the cover.
"It seems there’s no problem." Edna said, tilting her head, "There’s still quite little that can mask the evil power of that Great Peacock."