Surviving The Fourth Calamity

Chapter 1171: Chapter 962: Can Lansendel Talk Less?

Hill couldn’t help but turn his head to look at Deepwater City… The relationship between Kelben and Laila has always been pretty good!

He remembers there are many rumors in Deepwater City that can all confirm that the always serious Archmage turns soft and full of affection when facing his beloved wife.

According to his apprentice, hearing or seeing Kelben alone with his wife, laughing like a roar, is indeed a fright.

Hill, although he dislikes Kelben, really doesn’t want the rare famously loving couple to turn into a joke.

This is not the same as his calculations against Kelben… even for enemies, Hill doesn’t want the only shining point in that guy to completely disappear.

But obviously, after Laila went to Luskan, Kelben’s presence was about as if half dead… his wife and child went under the neighbor’s command, and Kelben’s calculations became cautious.

Celene said slowly, “Kelben just found a good student, respectful and obedient to him, not to mention beautiful, and of rather good standing~

However, don’t worry, he has no plans to betray Laila.

Despite Kelben’s many flaws, his relationship with Laila is relatively genuine.

Just think about it, being thousands of years old, he’s only married two wives!

In Toril, among so many men who lost their wives, what’s rare is the man who reminisces his former wife for hundreds of years before remarrying, truly less than Lansendel’s intelligence!”

The enormous Golden Peacock suddenly stood up, glaring angrily at the blue-silver moonlight… He understood this sentence! Celene was undoubtedly mocking his low intelligence!

Celene scornfully raised her chin, sneering a few times: “You were the one who provoked first, don’t forget! Lansendel.”

She waved her hand, signaling the angry peacock to stand aside before continuing with a smile, “It doesn’t matter if Laila doesn’t wish to have children~

He’s not the public Kelben.

He’s been pretending to be his own grandson for almost 100 years, isn’t he?

Since Laila doesn’t want to, doesn’t he still have someone he says is his nephew, but actually is his great-grandson, Danilo, who can be used!

Otherwise, how could he have thought of letting Danilo inherit the Black Staff Tower?

Hehe, you know, according to that prophecy which even he didn’t follow, Deepwater City in the future will belong to one of his twin sons.

Kelben definitely needs to choose another path for his great-grandson!”

“That Danilo seems quite upright… not that easy to control, right?” Hill mused.

“So what?” Celene said carelessly, “For a handsome, straightforward, and honest man, he is the easiest to solve for a Queen skilled at playing with people’s hearts.

Danilo went to Cormyr Kingdom only twice to deliver messages for his uncle and became Filfaeril Obarskyr’s bed companion.

She indeed is Kelben’s proud student, her methods are quite sharp.

Unfortunately, after several years of efforts, she only gave birth to a prince, without even a daughter’s shadow… but it’s not bad, at least the Cormyr Royal Family finally has a qualified heir to the throne.

Hehe~

When this Queen of Cormyr was giving birth, imagine how many deities in heaven and on earth were watching intently!

Many groups were ready to snatch the child on the spot.

Tsk tsk~

The birth was truly earth-shattering, but unfortunately, it came with something extra.”

Hill couldn’t help but twitch his mouth twice… these are words coming from an eternally pure goddess!

However, he usually didn’t pay much attention to matters of these distant kingdoms, and found himself completely unaware of such news!

Lynn should have known but that guy certainly wouldn’t discuss such information with Hill… In Lynn’s heart, he always felt that Hill, who hasn’t reached 200 years, is still a cub and doesn’t need to know such niche knowledge.

Even knowing Hill comes from a noble family and should inherently know these things, he still refuses to gossip about them with Hill.

“Why else would nobody trouble you?” Lansendel said unsurprisingly, “Weren’t you busy smashing dragon heads at that time?

Laila probably endured the first time, after all, as Mystra’s Chosen, she can choose not to act but can’t act too discontented with this matter.

Who knew, Kelben intended to do it again!

It’s just that Danilo didn’t realize the situation, otherwise, he surely wouldn’t have gone to Cormyr to have a tryst with that Queen again.

And then… didn’t Laila go off with you!

When you happily took Laila in, the people of Toril realized you were completely not intending to meddle and were prepared to leave anytime.

Otherwise, how could there be a Mage in Toril indifferent to Mystra’s whereabouts?

Even with low Weave dependency, hardly any Mages completely avoid using the Weave.”

Hill looked blankly at Lansendel, and then at Celene… he wasn’t acting, wasn’t he already aware of Mystra’s location?

“I’m not indifferent,” he could only say in the end, “but…”

“It’s just like watching for fun! Wait until she shows up to watch! Look, you even have a large screen here to watch the show while drinking. How interesting~” Lansendel summed up, “Just like me~

Anyway, if Midnight still hasn’t made progress, isn’t Cyric still there waiting?”

Hehe~

Cyric surely hopes Midnight stays just as foolish; otherwise, where would he find his weapon~

Wasn’t that Demon-slaying Dagger already blown up by Mystra?

The more foolish Midnight is, the more powerful the divine artifact Cyric gets hold of will be.”

Hill awkwardly chuckled.

Honestly, he truly wished Lansendel’s summation speech could be a bit shorter.

After all, the truth is only one!

It will be exposed sooner or later.

The more that’s said, the more Hill really worries that the Lord of Dawn might get angrier in the future!

Luckily, at this moment, Shaer had thoroughly composed her previously chaotic emotions and was conversing with the Hydra crawling out of the big rift in Neverwinter Forest.

Hill hurriedly interrupted the Lord of Dawn’s imaginative extension, pointing over there, saying, “Looks like that chair will be handed over to Hydra.”

Hydra’s twelve heads were shaking violently… it took Hill a moment to realize it was shaking them in refusal.

Floating on a black gauze curtain, Shaer pondered for a while with her chin on her hand.

Hydra was considered the most obedient among her followers and couldn’t even accept merging the Seat of Sakuxier into its body to use as a companion divine artifact, let alone the other two.

Shaer felt a bit lost… Her chosen ones shouldn’t have been fearless in their pursuit of power?

Following her, the notoriously vicious and demanding Goddess of the Night, how could they still be afraid of this little filth?

Could it be they are afraid of losing face?

Her followers indeed are quite proud.

After all, with so many witnesses today, when the Lady of the Night looked back… several little heads peeking from Agleya City seemed to shrink slightly.

Not to mention the Undead Tribe, even the Harpist has likely used special channels to spread today’s events across the world… at least Silvermoon City would definitely know.

Although her demands on her subordinates were quite harsh, as long as they hadn’t betrayed her, she certainly wouldn’t set a trap for her chosen ones, would she?

Shaer suppressed the urge to sigh.

No wonder the Hydra didn’t want the Seat of Sakuxier.

After all, as the ruler of Sword Bay’s Underworld, the multi-headed serpent couldn’t possibly not interact with other forces.

If during battles, someone asks, ‘Is that the artifact licked by Gunnard?’ anyone without thick enough skin would easily break their defense.

Ah, even cursing, Shaer knows for sure, the other would say something even more vicious.

Though she hadn’t heard much of Toril people’s trash talk, the Undead Tribe surely taught her quite a lot.

Shaer now truly understands that dirty words can figuratively kill… her three chosen ones really should thank the Undead Tribe; otherwise, the Lady of the Night wouldn’t have cared about these matters at all before.

Shaer sighed coldly… Tsk, she couldn’t possibly lose a fight because of such a thing even after obtaining a divine artifact, right!

Shaer mournfully said, “Looks like there’s no other way. Send the Seat of Sakuxier to Kalinsan’s Ancient Night Temple!

The maze there needs a strong enough core; this chair’s bewildering power is sufficient.”

Hydra froze for a moment, then was instantly overjoyed… it really thought Shaer was going to force it to hold onto this divine artifact… if this thing belonged to him, he could resign himself to it, but since the Main God can take it back anytime, what’s the point of having this chair?

Be ridiculed as a poop-eating snake?

Hydra’s twelve heads immediately nodded incessantly: “Rest assured, my Lord, I will set off right away and carry this chair over to her!”

They all knew that the control of the Seat of Sakuxier was now in Shaer’s hands, and even if Lalock appeared, it wouldn’t be easy to expel Shaer’s mental mark.

The ownership of the divine artifact currently belongs to Shaer.

It’s just that Shaer doesn’t want others to feel like she’s using it.

It’s enough to give the chair an apparent resting place.

Hydra isn’t afraid of temporarily carrying a poop-stained divine artifact… isn’t a bath enough?

It had even fought with that Treant before, so why fear this?

But to swallow it into his stomach, something even the multi-headed serpent never did when weak, truly didn’t want to.

He, unlike the two priestesses with fixed territories… all his possessions need to be carried around!

Hydra, after all, already had a good enough divine artifact in hand, feeling quite content and not planning to advance further… with his own Main God even able to hang out chatting and collaborating against enemies with Celene, who knows what might happen next?

This honest guy intends to stay hidden in the territory of the Undead Tribe for a while… meaning, in Lord Hill’s domain, to enjoy a period of peace!

Should Bane and Rose birth a poop-baby someday, at least he’d hear the news instantly and have a good laugh!

Hydra, who had mentally twisted after battling the Treant all day, was cursing from the heart.