After leaving the demiplane and returning to Candlekeep, it was completely dark.

Zuo Si walked alone on the narrow path back to the hotel.

With the agreement reached with Ogma, the god of knowledge, he understood that he no longer needed to worry about the threat from the "god".

As for their followers, if pastors and believers don't open their eyes and look for trouble...

Then Zuo Si will soon make them understand how he, the chosen one, can win the favor of Talona, ​​the goddess of poison and plague.

Of course, if undead creatures come, the [Day Star] that looks like a decoration on the waist will come in handy.

He really wanted to feel what effect the [War God Possession] card could have in battle with the blessing of many divine spells.

After all, every mage has a dream of melee combat, and Zuo Si is no exception.

Just when he was less than 40 meters away from the hotel, he suddenly saw a familiar figure standing on the roadside.

The other party was none other than Mansong’s most trusted disciple, Xi Manmeng.

This man who always keeps himself elegant at all times has obviously been waiting here for a long time. He put one hand on his chest and bowed slightly: "Good evening, Mr. Soth. If you don't mind, can I delay your time for a few minutes?"

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Zuo Si nodded slightly: "Okay. But please hurry up. I'm a little tired today and want to go back and rest early."

"No problem. In fact, what I want to say is, regarding the cooperation mentioned last time. I believe you have heard that with the rise of the Cyric Church, the situation in Zhentil Keep and the Zhentarim Order has gradually begun to change.

Out of control. Mr. Mansong hopes to join forces with you to clean up a group of annoying little mice. What do you think?"

Xi Manmeng stated his intention straightforwardly.

Because he was afraid of being interrupted again by Elminster who suddenly appeared, he didn't dare to waste time by going in circles.

"Dealing with members of Cyric Church? You successfully aroused my interest."

Zuo Si raised the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing an extremely dangerous smile.

If there was any one among the gods of Faerûn that he hated the most, it had to be Cyric.

In addition, the two parties had already formed a deadly feud.

So as long as there is an opportunity to hunt down members and followers of Cyric Church, he will be very happy to join it.

Seeing that Zuo Si did not refuse, Ximanmeng suddenly showed a faint smile and continued: "The operation is very simple.

I will be responsible for providing you with information, and all you have to do is appear at the designated time and place, and then kill all these unsuspecting idiots.

It doesn't matter whether it's framed against the Harpers or any other organization you can think of.

Because I will personally handle the aftermath and make it an ironclad fact."

"What about the benefits? What can I get from it?" Zuo Si asked bluntly.

"Information! No matter what you want to know, we will provide the corresponding information in the shortest possible time. Of course, in addition, my teacher Mansong will also provide some additional high-level spell scrolls and magic items."

Xi Manmeng made the conditions straightforwardly.

You must know that in Faerûn, a continent where information transmission is very backward, intelligence collection and transmission is not an easy task.

The Zhentarim just happen to have a dark intelligence network with a wide enough coverage.

"Deal. But I want to reserve the final decision on all actions." Zuo Si added another one.

"Okay. I think we can start talking about detailed plans now. You know, there are quite a few of these nasty rats."

When he said this, Xi Manmeng exuded a cold and vicious aura that was naked and undisguised.

In this way, after the two whispered for a while, Zuo Si got a list and address and returned to the hotel.

This list contains all the secret strongholds of the Zhentarim in the Amn area, as well as the lists of all those who believe in Cyric.

With it, you can easily catch these mice hiding in the dark and kill them one by one.

In addition, Ximenmen also promised to gather as many Cyric believers in Zhentil Castle as possible within a short period of time, and then plan a massacre.

Through this method of internal and external collusion, the latter's delusions of seizing power will be completely destroyed.

But for Zuo Si, this kind of hunting activity is just another way to quickly replenish mana.

After all, since establishing the advanced profession of [Mystic], his demand for mana has reached a ravenous level.

I even plan to visit the mage towers of the other seven lichs as soon as I return and suck up all the energy they have stored in their daily lives.

"Good evening, Mr. Soth. I heard that your words were amazing at today's debate and impressed countless scholars who came from afar."

As soon as Zuo Si walked into the hotel door, he heard the greeting from the boss, Winthrop.

He immediately turned around and responded with a smile: "I'm not impressed, I just came up with some new ideas. By the way, do you have any recommendations for delicious food tonight? You know I'm so hungry that I can almost eat it.

A cow."

"Hahahaha! Of course! Tonight's main course is beef stew with potatoes, garlic roasted chicken and mushroom soup, which is perfect for a gourmet like you." Winthrop recommended with a smile.

This fat man, who weighs more than 200 kilograms, is very aware of how picky the boy in front of him, who looks to be only about ten years old, is.

In other words, Zuo Si is the most picky person about food he has ever seen in his life.

So I don’t dare to recommend those “dark dishes” with strange tastes.

"Great. Then give me one..."

Before Zuo Si finished speaking, he suddenly turned around and grabbed the hand that was reaching for his satchel, and then flicked the owner of the little hand hard on the forehead at lightning speed.

Boom!

"Ouch!"

A girl who looked to be about the same age as him immediately responded and squatted on the ground, covering her head. The area where her forehead was shot was red, and her eyes were filled with tears, showing a wronged expression.

"Your movements are too slow." Zuo Si pursed his lips and said with a smile.

"Hmph! I swear! I will steal something from you." The girl gritted her teeth with a look of dissatisfaction.

"Imoen, how many times have I told you not to steal customers' things in the store?" Winthrop yelled angrily.

The girl known as Imoen rubbed her red and swollen forehead, stood up immediately and retorted: "What the hell! This is just a little game between me and Soth, but he acquiesced."

"You little bastard! Why don't you learn well! I have to show you some color today!"

Winthrop grabbed a small stick and rushed out of the bar.

Seeing that he was about to be beaten, Imoen immediately made a face and ran away without saying a word.

The two of them chased and escaped like this, putting on a good show for the guests who were eating and drinking in the hall.

Especially those who have lived in Candlekeep for a long time have long been accustomed to this kind of scene, and they clapped their hands and applauded.

Some people even made bets on whether the fat Winthrop could catch the nimble little Imoone before his energy ran out.

"A very heartwarming scene, isn't it?"

Elminster, who was sitting in the corner with a pipe in his mouth, suddenly smiled and asked.

Zuo Si nodded slightly: "Yes, it's very warm. But it's hard to say how long this warmth will last. After all, the fate of the sons of Baal is so bumpy and full of darkness and blood. You should know this best.

Right."

"Do you know the Son of Baal?" Elminster raised his eyebrows in surprise.

Zuo Si replied meaningfully: "Of course. Imoen, Aberdare, Sarevok, there are three sons of Baal in Candlekeep right now. To be honest, little Imoen has an innocent personality and always likes to be naughty.

It’s hard for me to imagine what will happen to a girl who makes trouble for her own fun after awakening the bloodline of the God of Killing."

"More than three, you also missed yourself. To a certain extent, your body also has the power of Baal, the god of killing, flowing in it, so you can also be regarded as a son of Baal." Elminster said slowly.

Xu exhaled a wisp of white smoke from his mouth and added.

"No, you are wrong. I am not the son of Baal. This remaining divine power will disappear completely in a short time." Zuo Si retorted calmly.

There are still at least nine years before "Wise Man" Arando predicted that the Sons of Baal would cause turmoil.

If, as a planeswalker, he still can't handle the two divine powers in his body after such a long time, he can just die.

What's more, Melissa, the final boss of the Sons of Baal incident, was just a divine creature until the end, not a true god.

Elminster stared into Zuo Si's eyes, trying to discern whether this was a bluff or a calculated decision.

After a full minute, he took out a notebook from his arms and threw it on the table, saying in a rather helpless tone: "Here, take it. This is all about the research on silver fire. Although I don't

I don’t want to give it to you, but this is the goddess’s will and I can’t violate it.”

"Oh? Has the newly appointed third-generation magic goddess begun to be gradually assimilated into the priesthood?"

Zuo Si asked curiously, picking up the note and reading the contents inside.

"A price must be paid to obtain any power, and gods are no exception. Moreover, the God of Magic is inherently immune to anything related to magic, even if these magics are evil and extremely destructive."

Speaking of this, Elminster sighed helplessly.

Because in the turbulent years, he once sealed the power and priesthood of the dead magic goddess in his body, and he knew very well how strong that instinctive desire was.

And as the mortal part of Mage Midnight gradually disappears, the third generation of Magic Goddess has begun to become more and more like a real god, and is even considering seizing control of the "Shadow Magic Network" from the Dark Goddess Shar, and will

It is integrated with the existing magic network.
To be continued...