Hill felt that there might have been an existence that Styx found useful but did not trust too much.
This is quite normal.
There are many guys of that type in Toril. They are unwilling to commit evil in other worlds because they have a certain bottom line, but they may have cooperated with the devil and dealt with the devil.
Although the gods will also cooperate with such a guy, the judgment of a being like Styx may be a little more stringent.
When I have no choice, I will give him a flirtatious look, but if there is another opportunity, I will never choose to cooperate with him.
But although such people sound special, there are actually quite a few of them in Toril... Guys like the mad mage of Waterdeep City can't even have a name among this group of people.
Not to mention the natives of Abel, some of the strongest among them are quite willing to wander around the multiverse.
There are also some people who like to search for the footsteps of the protoss... So although there has never been much movement in the Toril-Abel universe, there are actually quite a lot of new worlds that are related to it and even indirectly controlled.
It's just that the mages are not willing to take advantage of the gods... How the Mulhorand pantheon came to Toril, and how it was directly destroyed by an extremely powerful mage empire, everyone knows it, and it is clear that pure
The mage regime cannot control the hearts of ordinary people towards gods... because no one can ensure that all of their subjects can become mage.
Without fair soil, mortals will naturally develop a desire to pray for the future.
In such a world, even if the mage can control it for thousands of years, there will always be gods born in response to the desires of mortal humans... Regardless of whether the newly emerged gods exist in this world or not, they will quickly be in the hearts of humans.
Establish divine power.
Desire is something that cannot be suppressed.
Unless these human beings... are transformed like devils... into existences whose souls have been changed into semi-puppets, why would a mage with this ability do such a laborious thing?
Won't they make some puppets of their own?
That's much simpler than managing a group of semi-human beings...at least you don't have to worry about their daily lives, eating, drinking, and peeing.
Therefore, mages are never willing to completely control those worlds, but will only seize some resources secretly.
Hill frowned and thought for a while, but couldn't think of anything.
Suddenly a figure flashed through his mind...and then he quickly shook his head in denial: That kind of absolutely neutral guy would only choose to stay away from this world, how could he come in and ask for trouble?
Despite his deep feelings for Tracier, Delacruz is a person who is very unwilling to take responsibility.
Unlike Hill, he was thrown directly into this world and couldn't escape, so he chose to take the risk.
If Delacruz really discovered that there was something wrong with the universe near Trasil, he would only choose to say hello to William and then quickly leave to find a world that he liked better in his heart.
He probably prefers a place like Toril: Absolute neutrality, which is extremely rare in Trasil, is abundant in Toril.
Although Hill would not deny Dracruz's love for Trasil, he believed that after knowing who was standing behind the earth goddess Trasil, the neutral archmage would definitely not waste his time with Trasil.
Spend your energy playing a game of intrigue and stealth in a world with little future.
Moreover, the danger is still quite high.
What Hill can see, Delacruz can only see more clearly.
Therefore, even if you think about that person who has a very strong hiding ability... No matter whether it is the God of Nobles and William on the side of humans, or the King of Elf on the side of elves, including Rose's wax demon, they can't see clearly what he is or not...
As the mage guild president of…, Hill still chose to shake his head in denial.
What kind of blow does it take to make an old turtle who has persisted for tens of thousands of years suddenly become a messenger of justice?
Could it be that he was pinned to the ground by tens of millions of undead and given the kiss of justice?
It's impossible even if you think about it.
Hill still felt like some old silver coin from the world of Toril had come in. The other party's main purpose was not necessarily to help the world. He might have had a disagreement with the devil, so he came in to try to see if he could trouble them.
What a mess.
The back and forth between the devil and the archmage basically has similar jokes in every world, so it is normal for them to suddenly give each other an unexpected surprise in an unexpected world.
But he may also do it to appreciate the moment when the world collapses.
Especially those great mages who can't find the way forward and always want to find some enlightenment in the universe. They like to observe the birth and destruction of a world.
Otherwise, they would not follow in the footsteps of the protoss.
Besides, the destruction of a world, whether it completely collapses or is pulled into hell or an abyss, will leave many particularly cherished resources in place.
This is something even rarer than a demiplane, and there are no side effects if you take it away...except for the devils who may be dissatisfied with it.
Generally speaking, the archmage who dares to do this won't care.
Hill thought about it for a while and decided not to look for traces of that person.
After all, their goals are likely to conflict.
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Russell slid quietly into the underground passage.
Carpenter stood at the entrance of the ground floor, looking a little anxious: She actually didn't want Russell to take the risk. After all, Felice was her own relative. Even if she needed to take care of her and send some resources for recovery, that would be enough.
It should be her own business.
But Russell, it was impossible for her to go out and take risks when she was still an apprentice.
Some of the protective magic circles in the underground passages will only protect him as the controller of the magic circle... and even if Russell agrees to make Carpenter a lower-level controller, she is not qualified as she has not yet become a mage.
The little girl clenched her right hand into a fist and bit her slender index finger with her teeth with a complicated expression: Although she has been studying hard to read and insisting on it every day, practicing a lot of spells and meditating, she, indeed, has less energy than before.
A little sense of urgency being chased by fate.
The presence of Russell and the protection of Teacher Gilbert gave her some breathing space... But at this moment, Carpenter finally understood that on the path of a mage, there was only inability to move forward and no temporary rest.
Russell was always anxious about her progress, but he didn't dare to push her too much, for fear that her unstable foundation would not be a reason for her to comfort herself.
Carpenter looked ahead with determination: she must complete those assignments within a month.
What she could actually do, even if it was a little more tiring and painful, was better than watching her brother take risks for her and not even being qualified to follow him by her side.
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Russell in the underground passage seemed to feel something and couldn't help but look up.
Carpenter, maybe he was stimulated?
Russell tilted his head and considered his little sister's exposed mental fluctuations and the stable mana output every time she cast a spell. He was sure that even if Carpenter suddenly studied like crazy, nothing bad would happen.
After the result, I couldn't help but shake my head and smile.
Because of his past experiences, Carpenter was always not confident enough in his talent, so he always had to discount his own limits.
It's okay to let her fight for her life once, and then she will understand how far she can do it.
It didn't matter how many times others told her that her talent was pretty good. Carpenter had already rated herself... The person who said this was Russell who always liked to praise her, so it would be even harder to touch her heart.
"Felice, are you still alive?" Russell, who finally found the secret room, gently knocked on the hidden pattern on the door... Among the apparently messy patterns, a wavy pattern suddenly lit up,
Passing his words into the secret room, "Can I come in?"
"You don't need me to open the door?" There was silence in the room for a few minutes before Felice's hoarse voice sounded in a low voice.
"It seems that you are not well..." Russell touched the wavy pattern, slid down with his index finger, counted from one to five in his mind, and then quickly drew a circle with his finger.
Originally, it was almost integrated with the surrounding walls, but there were some random patterns... But similar patterns would appear at a certain distance in the underground secret passage to hide the real location of the magic circle... The door suddenly slid to one side of the wall.
enter.
Russell walked in lightly.
The door slid silently back into place behind him.
Russell, who was standing by the door, was really surprised now: "What's wrong with you?"
Felice, who was in the innermost part of the secret room, was sealed in a solid block of ice, with only one head exposed.