She stood at the door of the magician's hall, turned around and said in a very serious tone: "Really, Rose is too cruel, I... don't deserve to be compared with her.
I'm pretty sure that Embry is the limit of what I can tolerate.
In the past, it was nothing to compare with Rose. At least that one was a real god. As for Toril, character was not as important as strength.
Most of the gods in Toril, especially those from the evil camp, have never cared about cooperating with notorious people...but Lolth can actually let us know that they also have a bottom line.
Guess why Jason keeps following Manx?
Normally, for a believer as capable as him, Ben would immediately change his image after his identity is exposed, and then come out to cause trouble.
But...in order not to make people suspect that he and Rose had any other conspiracy, he actually let Jason follow him.
In fact, this was his declaration to give up and do something else.
I think you understand, after all, we still have Nasr here.
This can be considered a small consensus among the gods of Toril!
You see, Bane, who dared to reach out to the Stone of Destiny for greater power, actually gave up the idea of getting involved in the road of destiny... One can imagine the power of Rose.
To be honest, what I want to know most right now is Corellon's current mood.
It must be interesting."
Edna raised her eyebrows, pushed open the door and said with a smile: "The magic hall is silent, everyone can do what they want~"
Edna had no choice but to pull Bane and Corellon out to block the gun.
During this period of time, Edna thought a lot... The only thing that made her happy was that Rose got the title of 'Shit God' because she offended Shar and Selûne.
But Rose, the evil god who has been in the abyss for so long, no longer cares about reputation... Abyss lords come in different shapes, and very few of them are passable like Six Fingers.
To a certain extent, the two-headed gorilla was the most outstanding among the lords.
However, when she had just changed from Aroshi to Rose, in order to become stronger, she changed her partners one by one, starting from the uglier big devil.
It's just that she swallowed a shithole god who admired her, and the Spider Queen didn't care at all.
Rose is not moving now, but she is too seriously injured... Shar has broken off all the claws of the big spider that reached into Toril. If she tries to cause trouble again, she will have to wait until Toril reopens the door to the world.
But her allies seem to care about it... Well, everyone in Toril obviously knows that Bane's hobbies are on the other side. For example, the goblin god is more favored by him... No one would think that he and Rose have anything to do with each other.
What ambiguity.
I don't know why he was so excited.
Maybe the less you have, the more you care?
But one Bane is definitely not enough to attract attention, adding Corellon is almost enough.
At the very least, when she returns to Joseph Garden, Edna cannot be the only one among the many legends outside!
Fortunately, she can still think of herself as the fourth-generation magic goddess... As long as she is thick-skinned, it is better than being completely shameless.
At this point, Edna thinks she is absolutely fine... After hanging out with the undead for so long, her face can already be compared with Alvia's dragon skin!
She slowly walked to a bookshelf with a very strong protective aura, and gently took down a book, wanting to see what level of book could allow Candlekeep to be so tightly defended.
However... Edna blinked, what is this?
"Hell or destruction! The fastest way to Avernus"?
Edna confirmed again.
She was indeed right. This was a magic book whose spine, horns and buckles were all made of abyssal iron. The title of the book was outlined with veins of hellfire that emitted dim light within a 5-foot radius.
!
Why is this kind of book that if you don't have enough mental strength to resist it, you will die, and then your soul will directly enter the River Styx and become a little lemure, is it so openly placed in a place where anyone can take it?
Edna calmed down, no wonder the scholars and mages who entered Candlekeep always disappeared... If someone really turned a blind eye to such obvious hell materials and insisted on seeing whether it was true or false, then no one would be responsible for their death.
.
As he preached, Candlekeep would always only welcome people with real talents and knowledge.
etc!
Edna quickly looked over to observe the undead...and found that when they tried to pick up some books, they couldn't open them at all.
Well... William of Trasil is always so considerate in everything he does!
Edna changed to a thick round book next to her and glanced at it casually... Then she was shocked again.
What is the basis for placing books in Candlekeep?
Why is the Book of Prophecy next to the Book of Hell?
Edna couldn't resist the urge to open the book at all... only to find that after opening it, this seemingly endless book actually predicted everything that would happen in the next five to ten seconds.
What scrolls on the page is a row: you are flipping through the book, you are in a daze, you bump into the bookshelf, you bump into people.
However, Edna did nothing for several minutes.
That is, the book is actually assuming the worst case scenario that could happen within ten seconds.
Edna couldn't help but close the book heavily... What she hated most now was prophecies that liked to make up stories!
Moving her gaze away from "The Cursed Book of Fuzor Cherberry" on the other side, Edna closed her eyes tightly. She may understand what this placement means: Bane on the left, prophecy on the right
, all leading to the hell in the middle!
Forget it, she should imitate that bald fake lolita, read some picture books, and relax her mood... Fortunately, she chose to trade books for jewelry, otherwise, she might blow up this library now.
When Edna chose to cleanse her eyes and soul with the elf picture album, the undead in the hall outside did face a little trouble.
A ghost dragon found 'Nanfeng'.
"You smell like a white dragon." The ghost dragon lady revealed half of her head on the wall where Nan Feng was leaning, and said solemnly, "But why do I still smell the mercury dragon and the golden dragon?
the taste of?
There is more than one white dragon, and there seems to be cubs?
Are you raising a dragon?
In this world, when will anyone be able to keep five-color dragons and metal dragons together?"
"Ah..." The startled 'Nanfeng' put down the "Send the Elves to Sleep!"... This book is aimed at those who cannot effectively cast sleep spells on their offspring who are resistant to sleep spells.
Elf parents.
As a good father who wants to tell bedtime stories to his children, he is easily attracted to this kind of book.
In particular, he was very interested in books about how to put children to sleep using rocking postures: his little princess is really like her mother, and she always brings sweet little troubles.
'Nanfeng' shook his head before he could find his thoughts. As one of the two commanders of Black Rose, he had of course checked the NPCs in this place before coming to Candlekeep.
After all, no one knows when the NPC will turn into a big wave of SS. His way of working is to be prepared.
'Nanfeng' smiled gently: "Hello, Ms. Mirimu, nice to meet you."
"I'm from Aglaia, and there are many giant dragons there." 'Nanfeng' thought for a while and asked, "I heard that Aglaia and Candlekeep have a good relationship? It stands to reason..."
"I don't like talking to people in Candlekeep." Mirimu said gently, "You know, I am already a ghost after all, and it is easy to go crazy because of some bad memories.
Only outsiders would make me forget that my love for Candlekeep and Candlekeep's books was actually forced upon me.
I only know that Lord Aglaia is very rich, and I know nothing else..."
'Nanfeng' raised his eyebrows and smiled: "If you don't mind, we can find a place to talk slowly."
A door suddenly opened on the smooth wall.
‘Nanfeng’ walked in without hesitation, but before that, he lightly tapped his shoulder pads a few times.
It was a dragon with very graceful movements. Although it was transparent, there were white clouds under its four feet.
She looked at Nan Feng and laughed lightly: "Since I became a ghost, many people thought I was too crazy to communicate.
Very few people would accept my invitation so readily!
Welcome to my underground world."
‘Nanfeng’ smiled nonchalantly: “We Trasil elves, once they die, will be resurrected in our own temple, so we are very adventurous.”
"You are honest." Mirimu said calmly and walked down the passage.
"I never tell unnecessary lies." 'Nanfeng' observed the surrounding environment and asked curiously, "Are we in the famous underground maze in Candlekeep now?"
It is said that those who lie will be thrown into the maze of the volcano...
"Yes, but follow me, this is an ordinary road." Mirimu led him around a few times and walked into an all-white room... There was also something like a cloud-making machine in it.
It has been spewing clouds and mist, making the entire ground look like it is above the clouds.
Much like Silver Dragon's favorite residence... Yuntai.
It seems that although this silver dragon was forced to become a ghost dragon because it was tied to the coffin of the great warlock, it has never given up its love for the depths of the white clouds.
'Nan Feng' lowered his eyes. He didn't want this dragon to see his sympathy. That was not a good thing... but he did feel a little sympathetic to this ancient silver who loved Bai Yun but could only stay underground.
dragon.
"Please sit down and find a seat for yourself! I... don't know where is the right place for me. Let's just be casual." Mirimu found a comfortable position and lay down in the clouds and mist.
In this hall, which was decorated like a palace in the clouds, there were a lot of hardened white cloud furniture. 'Nan Feng' found a bench with a suitable height and sat down with a smile.
‘Snow Cloud Peak’ on the ground found Edna who was flipping through a book and showed her her tablet.