Shar gently stroked her long black hair with her free hand, and said coldly: "I will not promise anything about the Dead Moon Orb.
But I won't use the Double Burning Ritual first until no one offends me.
But those who enter the Night Temple on their own initiative are not included in this scope."
Selûne let out an 'Ah' in surprise: "Shar~ Oh my God~ You actually agreed?
Are you really attracted to that William?"
"Shut up!" Shar said angrily, "You are the only one who talks, right?"
The undead were in an uproar: "Oh my God! It's my sister-in-law!"
"William is so lucky? Why!"
"Sister-in-law, look here! If you have anything to do, I'll give you a mission! The reward will be generous..."
Then the undead disappeared together.
It seems that William has recovered from the shock.
But Edna, who was watching, suddenly cheered up... Hey, hey, she died on the spot!
Thanks to Selûne, Edna feels like she can thank her for at least a year!
It would be even better if Shar could reveal more information about Selune!
The little girl's big black eyes widened and she looked at the rotunda eagerly... Edna wasn't sure what the future would be like. But whether there would be any breathing room in the future would depend on whether the twins could explode.
How much material.
Looking at Shar who was having difficulty breathing, Edna glanced at the sun peacock with a smile on her face, her mouth wide open and her eyes turned white after being shocked... Lansander didn't seem to know who she was, so don't worry about him.
Already.
This incident about Shar is enough to make that meddling big peacock gossip for hundreds of years... This is the daughter of the night who has not had any scandals for hundreds of thousands of years!
Unless there are real facts about Selûne and Shar, most Toril gods will not allow their followers to talk nonsense...especially about having children.
After all, we all have the same origin.
Although Mask came out relatively late, he still couldn't be given a father...the father might be blamed on a certain god himself.
Therefore, the stories in those legends are at most about whom the Night Girl has a slight favor for, and who the Moon Girl shows her affection for. Few people dare to go too far.
Even the devil believers who like to spread rumors don’t dare to talk nonsense... Who knows which Toril god will hear it? Regardless of whether he is evil or not, it is a trivial matter to kill him on the spot, and his soul may be torn to pieces.
Then throw it into the filthiest cesspit.
Even if he is an evil god, no one wants to have more than one father.
Secretly rejoicing, Edna's eyes were bright: Shar didn't deny it, she just told Selune to shut up!
She had already begun to search in her memory for what kind of image the undead once talked about William, and then Edna's little face slowly changed its shape... Forget it, according to what the undead said, Shar would be very fond of it.
I'm afraid Lansendre is not a goblin incarnation.
Shar in the rotunda was already furious... Although she had known for a long time that Selune would not keep her secret, and this matter would be spread out sooner or later, but definitely not now!
After Ilsdahur was kicked out, those guys from the Abyss and Paradise Mountain must have been watching here!
Damn it Selune! She shouldn't think this bastard can communicate!
What do the undead call them? A guy who can’t hold two ounces of sesame oil in his belly!
Forget it, what's the use of scolding her?
This thing has no other use than bad things.
Ha!ao that old bastard! If you know how to shut up Selune about Mystra, can she talk about Shar as she pleases?
Just wait and see~
Shar looked coldly at the Moon Maiden who covered her mouth with a sneer on her face: "Do you feel sorry for me? Then send those automatic playing instruments that recorded the songs Miriel sang and played for you to Hill.
!
It’s nice to have some accompaniment when watching a play, right?”
Selûne covered her mouth and nodded silently... She always gets carried away when she is proud, so Shar just made her embarrassed... Well, the Seat of Sakoshiel and the Death Moon Orb seem to control
It's not that easy, otherwise, Shar would definitely send her back to the Kingdom of God first.
She definitely wouldn't dare to fight back!
Alas~
It doesn't really matter if the whole of Toril knows that he is a music idiot...after all, many gods who like music already know this.
It's just that her Silver Moon believers may have to take a bit of a hit, and it will definitely be a bit awkward when Selune sings hymns to her in the future.
But it doesn’t matter. The more you eat, the more you love her. It’s true that her followers will understand it sooner or later.
Lansendre looked around, then slowly retreated... until he retreated to the ruins of a broken tile where a row of people lay.
When his furry face suddenly appeared next to Alvia, the White Dragon Queen took a step back in fright.
"Lord of the Dawn? What's the matter?" Edna patted Alvia comfortingly.
"It's okay, I just came to see why they didn't talk!" The big peacock lowered his voice as low as possible.
"William has the right to prohibit them from saying excessive things." Edna thought for a moment and chose the simplest answer possible.
"Alas~" Ransander fell to the ground dejectedly, "How nice they talk~ Why don't you tell them."
The undead standing behind him nodded desperately.
When Ransander's tail feathers swayed slightly as he fell to the ground, he shook violently: "Eh? Why is there a blockade here? When did Shar seal it?"
Edna couldn't help but roll her eyes.
Otherwise, why are the undead so honest?
I already rushed over and slapped Shar hard!
Just like now, if it weren't for this blockade, Lansendre's hair would have been wiped bald by them!
If Alvia hadn't been afraid of crowding, she would have been pushed to the back by the undead who were taking pictures of the sun peacock up and down.
Edna looked at Honey, who was hiding between Elvia's paws and squatting to take pictures, with a helpless smile on her lips: "Lord of the Dawn, you know that the Daughter of the Night and the Maiden of the Moon are waiting.
what?"
"Didn't Shar want to control those two artifacts?" Lansander said nonchalantly, "Although Lady Pain and Larok are both in the outer realm, they can't rush over to fight with her.
But it's impossible to just give up.
Since Shar has made a promise, we naturally have the responsibility to help her block those two final struggles."
"But doesn't this mean that you have also offended those two strong men? Forget it about Larocque, Ms. Pain..." Edna asked thoughtfully.
"The little girl is quite easy to learn!
It doesn't matter~ Needless to say, even Selune, when have you ever been afraid of trouble?" Lansander lazily changed his posture and opened the very decorative tail feathers to the maximum, in exchange for the undead being even more
Passionate eyes.
Sun Peacock suddenly let out a cold laugh... This formed a beautiful contrast with his always enthusiastic voice.
"It's just Sigil City." Lansander opened one wing and struck a beautiful pose, and said calmly, "Ms. Pain is indeed very strong, but that's only in Sigil City.
She had tied her power too deeply to Sigil City. If the city continued to grow disorderly like this, sooner or later she would become the same thing as the powerful but selfless will of the Abyss.
That's why she keeps tempting gods from other universes to enter, hoping to find a solution before being assimilated into Sigil.
It’s a pity, despite the fact that the portal god was so unlucky that he gave his priesthood to Sigil…”
Lansander looked at the surprised Edna strangely: "Don't you have the inheritance of Azuth? How come you don't know this?
Although there were many portals in Sigil in the beginning, they were all constructed by various races. It is not like now where you can open a drawer and turn it into a door.
Tsk tsk~ She does not allow any gods to enter Sigil City now, not because she does not need it, but because she has not yet digested the power of that powerful god.
After so many years, the God of Portal is still floating in the star realm tenaciously, with hope of resurrection at any time.
Otherwise, why would she attack the elf princess of Evermeet Island?
The light of natural magic inherited from Corellon's bloodline by the avatars has always been useful in sealing off the dimensional space.
But do you understand what it means?"
Edna nodded with a pale face: "Hung on the dimensional door that can never be freed.
In fact, just like the Wall of the Unbelieving, it is the most severe punishment in Toril."
"It is her freedom to despise the gods in Sigil.
But stretching her hand so long..." Lansander laughed, "Of course someone will let her know what pain is."
Edna desperately recalled her memories... Black Eye's teachings to her had not yet been extended to the outside world, so she could only look for clues from those fragments.
However, she stretched out her fist in embarrassment and knocked on her little head: Aren't there always a bunch of random memories coming out? Why is there nothing here in Sigil?
Edna only hopes that it's not that she knows nothing... but that part of her memory flew away with the fragments of her soul scattered around due to the accidental death.
"Azus is a human being who later became a god. He may not be interested in these past events." Lansander couldn't help laughing when he saw Edna's little actions, "There would be nothing without inheritance! These things are not extraordinary unless they are extraordinary.
Don't worry about it.
Sometimes, knowing too much is not beneficial.
Just like the Hubbell family."
Lansander's golden eyes seemed to flash a cold light: "How long has this family existed in Chang'an Town!
There has always been a lot going on here in the Sword Coast. As long as they are not so greedy, they will definitely get a lot of benefits.
ao is actually quite fair.
Those places in Faerûn that are prone to accidents due to the destiny of the gods have always been rich in resources, and if someone takes advantage of the opportunity, he doesn't mind too much... Anyway, that would involve risking his life.
But you see, this time the Hubbell family is just looking for scraps to make money, wouldn't they be in bad luck?
Tsk, this is what happens to traitors!"
Edna, who was called a scrap, showed a polite smile: Actually, you will know later, I may be the main meal.
The Hubbell family's misfortune this time may not be because they knew too much, but because they knew too little.
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